I miss Baguio. Have been several times there before but it was only until the last time I went (2011) did I only appreciate the trip to the far north. The late night walk at the Session Road to the hotel after having drinks at La Azotea is unforgettable. The way the cold wind is only felt on the surface of my skin just because my body has generated enough heat from the alcohol made me feel somehow invincible. It’s one of the moments I can easily take out from my memory bank, press play and it’s as if I’m there once again. That’s how vivid it is. It’s one of my go-to memories whenever I feel wanderlust. And;
I want to try film again. This one doesn’t need a description, just look at how (i don’t intend to be self-deprecating, but really, crappy) the photos are.