The day starts earlier than the alarming sound of crowing roosters. After a few sips of warm coffee, the Taong Putik or Mud Man is off to the fields.
Motorcycle headlights and dim street lights illuminate vast lands clothed in darkness as the Taong Putik searches for wet and frigid soil to cover the skin, then topped off with dried banana leaves stitched together.
The sun has yet to rise.
Posted in Photo Essay, Travel
Tagged Asia, custom, festival, fiesta, mud, mud men, nueva ecija, Philippines, photography, south east asia, st. john the baptist, taong putik, taong putik festival, tradition, Travel, travelph
On the first week of March, my mom and I visited Northern Palawan (Culion, Coron and Busuanga) for business. FOR BUSINESS. That means no time to play and swim. Ugh. I cannot believe I did not swim.
I survived a week without cell phone signal and access to wi-fi. I survived 12nn-12am electricity.
Yet I hopped from one boat to another, from one island to another. I ate as much fresh seafood as I can, not minding my allergies. Hayaan mo na, paminsan-minsan lang naman hehe.
And also it’s surprising that I only snapped a few shots. So not me. I guess I lived in the moment. It was a nice break from the hustle of city life.
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Tagged beach, busuanga, coron, culion, palawan, Philippines, sunset, Travel, travelph