Travel quotes don't only inspire, they also provide great insights that help even the most seasoned traveler widen his perspective on traveling. Memorable ones are a thing of beauty that's timeless, rings true and hits close to home.

Here are some of my favorite travel quotes. They inspire me in more ways than one. I hope they will inspire the traveler in you too. Have a safe and meaningful travel this Lenten season.


“A wise traveler never despises his own country.” – Carlo Goldoni

“Travel and change of place impart new vigor to the mind.” – Seneca

I like to romanticize my journey home (I wrote a post about it here). Going back to the place I grew up has always been a nostalgic affair for me. After leaving our house in the province more than a decade ago to pursue my college education in Manila, the once-in-a-year trip back to my hometown has since become a sojourn and a moment of escape from the hustle and bustle of the city.

Traveling to Looc (that's the name of our town) requires some plans and preparation simply because getting there takes at least 12 hours: 3-hour road trip and a 9-hour sea travel. I can't imagine spending just a day there and then come back to Manila the day after. It's been a tradition for me to go home every summer but this time, it'll be a little different as I won't go home per se. My friends and I will be doing a Romblon Leg which includes a short visit in Tablas, from there, we'll wind our way to its neighboring islands, capping the tour with a quick trip in Carabao Island and Boracay.

Before the anticipated trip happened, I got a call from my sister that the primary school I graduated from had once again asked me if I could be their guest speaker for the graduation ceremony. They had been inviting me for quite a few years but I had always refused the offer. I didn't feel like I was in a position to talk about success when I knew that I haven't been yet a man of success. Despite the gnawing self-doubt, I accepted the invite and on a clear Sunday morning, I packed a few clothes, took a bus south and sailed forth. Spending two days at home did a lot of good to my soul and body. Time was slow and unhurried, I got to pig out on my all-time favorite food, slept too early and woke up very early the next day. I just stayed at home the whole time. I honestly can stay at home all day everyday doing absolutely nothing and still feel not bored.

[Watching the sky turn saffron, pink and red is one of the things I look forward to every time I board the ship. Ferries normally leave Batangas Pier a few moments before sundown. You can simply take a spot at the railings and gaze at the horizon.)

Every summer, Looc celebrates the town fiesta with Talabukon Festival as one of its main highlights. Usually held during the third week of April, the festival coincides with a week-long celebration that honors St. Joseph, the town's patron saint. The festival is a commemoration of some sort to a local legend about a giant who once saved the inhabitants of the town from the marauding Moros. The unlikely hero defended the town by choking the pirates, thus the town's name "Looc" which literally means "choke."

By now, through a series of posts and photos, I think I have established the fact that I absolutely love El Nido and that it's a beautiful place with dramatic limestone cliffs and pristine beaches. If I were given a chance to spend a paid month-long vacation in a local destination, I'd definitely go for El Nido. It's my kind of town - laid-back, quiet and gorgeous beyond words. Two days in El Nido was too short of a stay but it's been a wonderful experience. I'm sure this lovely town has more to offer than island hopping tours. And I can't wait to be back in paradise (Yes, my friends and I are traveling to El Nido this coming summer, first week of May to be exact.)

The first thing you'll notice in El Nido is the abundance of foreign tourists. They're literally all over the place. The chance of not seeing a foreigner when you're in El Nido is close to none. Whether you're walking down the beach in Bacuit Bay, or having a stroll along Calle Hama or Rizal, you're bound to meet and see White people, that's for sure. So if you're the type of person who's afraid of foreigners or have something against them, you better think twice before going to El Nido because they dominate the place. Not in a bad way though.
When you're alone in a far-flung but beautiful town like El Nido, it's hard to play the I'm-alone-so-don't-talk-to-me game. I traveled here all by myself but having been surrounded by hundreds of people who were mostly foreigners, I didn't feel so alone anymore. Despite the unpleasant part of my stay at La Banane, I don't regret the fact that I spent two days at the hostel. If anything, it let me meet cool foreign travelers and mingle with them. I threw the introverted persona in me out of the window and let my guard down. In a place I didn't know a single soul, there's a danger of becoming out of my element but there's also an exciting possibility of experiencing something different - something that I wouldn't have gotten to experience if I were with a company of friends.

I met Den at a friend's wedding in Lopez, Quezon late last year. He traveled to the town solo, which wasn't a problem with him since he likes hitting the road all by himself. He could have joined us on the way back to Manila but he preferred taking the bus alone so he went off with only his bag and phone for company. Den is no stranger to solo traveling because he has in fact gone outside the country on a number of occasions alone. He has been to Thailand twice. Just recently, he spent a 7-day holiday in Phuket.

For the latest edition of Meet the Young Blood Traveler Series, Den shares with us his itinerary and experience in Phuket. 

It's my second time in Phuket and I'd say that overall it has been an absolute fun. Philippines and Thailand are like twin sisters and so Thai hospitality reminds me of our Filipino hospitality. Phuket is famous for its beautiful beaches, its wild (and sleazy) nightlife and exquisite scenery but there's definitely much more to this island than that. Its plush history has left a legacy of vibrant temples, spicy foods, and those familiar warm smiles all wrapped up with Thai’s mixed and tolerant culture.

Okay. So it's the month of love and your heart is broken. The timing couldn't have been more dramatic. I mean it's fine to have your heart broken on some random days of the year but certainly not this month, right? Just the thought of spending Valentine's Day all alone is downright sad and simply depressing. Ah... what are you going to do on the 14th, eh?
Telling all these may feel like putting salt in your fresh wound. My apologies. It's not my intention to hurt you. To hurt someone who's already messed up is sheer cruelty. What you need right now is some cheering up because you look like you're in terrible pain. Listen, let's pretend I've been down the same road before and I know how hard it is to be in the same situation as yours. Makes you want to do all sort of crazy stuff that only a depressed person can think of. But don't you ever lose it - the pain, the heartache, it will go away. It will just do. I'm not sure when and how but believe me, it's just temporary. You'll get over it. And someday, you will reminisce this whole thing with a smile on your face.

I prefer staying at hostels when I go out of town alone because I don't really feel comfortable sleeping inside the hotel room without any living company. My previous solo escapades forced me to spend a night or two inside a room all by myself. First was during my solo trip in Legazpi and the second was when I went solo in Boracay. Both stays were possibly the loneliest experiences I've had so far. While I enjoy every peace and quiet I get from spending some alone time inside a silent space, the absence of noise can be painfully deafening and an unpleasant reminder that going solo does have its drawbacks.
Staying in a hostel is an adventure in itself because you get to mingle with its occupants, especially if you're staying in a dorm. My 2-day stay at La Banane, a relatively new hostel in El Nido that's already making a buzz among travelers, was quite an experience, not necessarily the great kind. The people I met, the staff I interacted with and the hostel per se were all part of such adventure, making my El Nido sojourn highly memorable.

I was able to mingle with the hostel guests all right, but I also had an unusual experience, which I'm calling an adventure, with one of the hostel staffs. It started with an inquisitive greeting ("Yes?" instead of "How may I help you?") when he saw me standing near the gate of La Banane. He was sitting on the steps in front of the reception area. At first I thought he was a she, because he wore a dress (and a revealing one at that). His deep and husky voice soon told me he wasn't a woman. Right from the get-go, I could sense his indifference toward me.

When D, a traveler I met in El Nido, told me he wanted to see the Manila Chinese Cemetery, I wasn't sure I was ready to jump on board. Seemed like a sad, creepy site but after doing some online research about the place, my curiosity suddenly got tickled. D's flight back to Amsterdam was scheduled at around 12 midnight so he had a few hours to spare. He certainly didn't want to spend his free time doing nothing. We met at Robinsons Mall in Malate where we deposited his stuff. From there, we took a cab to the cemetery.
[An elaborate mausoleum]

I initially planned on going to the Chinese Cemetery by taking the train, so D can also experience how Manila trains work but a little hiccup he encountered at Terminal 1 took some of his precious time so we opted for a much faster transport option. En route to our destination, D shared with me his awesome experiences traveling in the Philippines (mainly Palawan and the Visayas region). He only had great things to say about the country - friendly people, great beaches and cheap but decent accommodations - which made me so proud about my homeland that I almost cried (kidding).

Ipil Beach was dominated by young and energetic holidaymakers that lazy afternoon. You could see them having swell time by simply lazing on the sand, reading books and listening to music. I think our arrival on the island might have momentarily disturbed their reverie. Like beavers peeking out from their lodge, they looked at us with faint interest and once the engine had died, they went back to what they were doing, doing nothing, that is.
The beach was ideal for this type of activity or more aptly, the lack thereof. You can take a spot on the beach, just sit or lie there, do absolutely nothing and you'd still feel great. I tried mimicking what the others were doing but the ADHD in me simply couldn't stay put in one place. The less crowded part of the beach looked interesting and worth-venturing out.

The boat trip from Cagbatang Island  to Cadlao Lagoon was so wild and crazy that I let out a few loud sighs which almost sounded like an embarrassing gasp. The moment I caught myself squawking like a scared little kid, I immediately looked at my companions to see if they noticed anything weird. But alas, my stupid stunt went unnoticed as they were busy laughing every time the boat would hit a bump, water splashing in all direction, though mostly directed toward our face. I tried giving our boat captain a look of warning that bordered on an expression of disdain - a feeble attempt to let him know that his precarious navigational exhibition wasn't funny, but he pretended like he never saw me. What with all the gleeful sighs he'd been receiving from his delighted passengers, stopping a show was a terrible idea.
[Getting to Cadlao Lagoon was no mean feat]

So instead of mellowing down, he went full throttle - his toy boat now running on full speed, slicing through the waves with a frightening velocity. Oh boy, he was on a roll! It was just a matter of perfect current collision before the boat succumbed to a deadly overturn. Fortunately when Leo, our sensitive tour guide, advised him to slow up, he finally took his pace a few notches down. But he would still increase his gear from time to time. Whether he liked to put on a good show or he liked me seeing freaked out, I had no idea. If anything, his sense of urgency played a huge factor in getting to Cadlao Island on schedule, even if we really didn't have any schedule to follow.

"You just snorkel then after an hour, lunch would be ready," our tour guide Leo advised as our boat moored at the shallow, clear water of Cagbatang, an island that's not really part of Tour C but the next supposed destination was too dangerous to visit. I won't say we're stuck in Cagbatang because it's a nice small beach that reminded me of Puting Buhangin in Quezon. The sand was powdery white although littered with logs.

With just one day to spend in El Nido, I had to choose the best island hopping tour available so I asked around for recommendations. Marj of Layover suggested I should go with Tour C which includes a visit to Secret Beach, Hidden Beach and Matinloc Shrine. The fact that it's the most expensive among the tours (Php900) is pretty much telling - it's gotta be the best option. I was sold hook line and sinker.
[Helicopter Island, it turned out, was the only island off Tour C that we were able to visit]

Each tour starts at 9AM, although some begin a little late depending on the time tour hoppers show up. Someone from Clydenike & Guenkuen, the tour company I chose, picked me up at La Banane fifteen minutes before nine. We walked towards their office located right in front of Bacuit Bay where various boats were parked. The guide asked me if I had brought a bottle of water with me. Apparently, they don't provide water supply for the tour.

There comes a time - whether it’s for a honeymoon, anniversary or just because - that everyone feels the need to push the boat out and enjoy something seriously special. A holiday in paradise comes in many different forms. Perhaps it’s sailing the seven seas on-board a luxury yacht; maybe it’s exploring the wilds of the Canadian Rockies and staying in cozy lodges. Or perhaps it means sinking your toes into powder-soft sands and soaking up some warm Caribbean sun.

If that sounds like your idea of heaven, then you’ll be simply spoilt for choice with the range of luxury holidays on offer. Take Cuba for instance. This fabulous island serves up a delectable slice of Caribbean life that’s as far removed from the stresses and strains of the daily grind as you can get. All inclusive Cuba holidays are perfect for those that like to relax with food and drink provided on-tap. These hotels make up the bulk of package holiday accommodation on the island, but you can also find half board or bed and breakfast options if you prefer to eat out or spend days away from the hotel.

Taking a package option is certainly the easiest way to jet off to paradise. For instance, holidays with Thomas Cook include return flights, nightly accommodation and local transport to the hotel. You’ll also get the services of a locally based holiday representative who will happily provide advice and guidance on how to make the most out of your holiday.

If you don’t fancy an off-the-shelf style of holiday, you can go one step further by planning your own special trip to paradise. Most tour operators will help you to book a bespoke holiday by tailoring the flights and arrangements to suit your wish list. For instance, why stay in Cuba for two weeks when you could spread your time across half a dozen Caribbean islands? It’s just one more way to enjoy a holiday in paradise and take home many wonderful memories that you’ll never forget.