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JONA BERING
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Why I felt embarrassed being called a travel blogger. The label sounds so superficial, shallow, and so removed from painful realities. Here is my #travel #blogging manifesto. 

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Because it is #February, and most likely, I will come across girls whining of not having a date:

I do not believe on #Valentine’s Day, but I believe in awesome dates with the self. Girls should do it often. Going to restaurants, beaches, or movies. Alone.  - See more at: http://backpackingwithabook.com/off-the-beaten-beaches-in-the-philippines-2016/#sthash.mRQztiTv.dpuf #travel   #dateyourawesomeself  #travelph #itsmorefuninthephilippines

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I do not ambition to #travel the whole wide world. Wherever my feet, heart, mind, (and funds) lead me, I take it, often with reluctance and overthinking. I stop convincing my friends to travel and to travel solo. I have accepted the truth that there are different maps and routes to a well-lived life. They have found theirs. I have found mine. - See more at: http://backpackingwithabook.com/leave-everything-behind-and-travel-the-world/#sthash.HEYvhLsL.dpuf

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Writing yet another travel commentary on "What's Wrong with 'Leave Everything and Travel the World'"

http://backpackingwithabook.com/down-south-is-traveling-a-privilege/

Contrary to inspirational porn running aplenty on social media, mostly popularized by white privilege (leave everything and travel the world) and the very few privileged Filipinos, you have to worry about money, especially when you travel, more so, if you desire to travel more than a week. To travel is to have money. - See more at: http://backpackingwithabook.com/down-south-is-traveling-a-privilege/#sthash.6vyNJrW7.dpuf

#travel   #wanderlust   #wander  

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A narrative on Lake Sebu. #travel   #travelwriting   #culture   #travelph   #asia  

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 Betrayal was the rawest I felt, an emotion too vague, too ungraspable for a man who excelled in naming the tangible. The tree was part of our childhood, mine and my siblings’. He made us a duyan that could sway dangerously high. Kids as we were, we never questioned the security and the safety of the ropes tied up on the biggest branch. He made it; therefore, we were safe. To arrive home with the tree nothing but a stump felt like losing a limb. On that day, something else has been cut down, severed. Something else has died.

#travel #fathersday2015  

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