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Back in the city in time for the Sydney Biennale 2026 titled “Rememory” which runs till June 14. That gives me enough time to visit most of the biennale venues, starting with the Art Gallery of New South Wales within The Domain near the Botanical Gardens and the Saint Mary’s Cathedral. The other venues for the Biennale of Sydney begs subsequent visits and thankfully, I have all the time. Thankfully too, admission is free and judging by the attendance on this first visit, not too crowded. The gallery has 2 buildings and the biennale exhibits are housed in the lower level of the smaller building. Without missing a beat, we proceeded to check out the Ngurrara Canvas II which is an 80-square meter floor canvas created in 1997 by 43 artists from the Great Sandy Desert in Western Australia. The artwork represents the “living map” of waterholes and song lines claimed as evidence in native title proceedings. Song lines, you ask? Think Australia being “mapped” by this rather unique, albeit strange method practiced by aborigines through song, dance, art and story. Navigation across Australia’s territories is guided by song cycles in specific order tracking landmarks that define boundaries. Amazing, isn’t it? I’m floored!

The Art Gallery of New South Wales
Ngurrara Canvas II

The impressive canvas may be the largest Aboriginal painting made by Western Desert artists. Just imagine how this piece of art was created and presented to the National Native Title Tribunal to support the Ngurrara people’s  claims for native titles. It is regarded as the last time the floor canvas will travel away from its Western Australian home and as such, the final chance for Sydneysiders to see this very rare and meaningful work of art and piece of history.

Ngurrara Canvas II from the opposite side.
Ngurrara, Up Close

“Rememory” as the theme for the 25th Biennale of Sydney marks this city Down Under as the host of the largest contemporary art event in the whole of Australia. The large scale installations alone are quite an experience, but do not diminish the smaller but equally bold artworks on display. In the hall where Ngurrara Canvas II is laid out, it is very difficult to just focus on the floor canvas as the paintings hanging around the hall’s walls and the installations adorning the corners compete for serious attention. On canvas or fabric, it is hardcore creativity.

I will most definitely be back here in the Art Gallery of NSW, not just for the biennale but also for the many artworks on exhibit in this gallery. A couple of hours won’t cut it. This will require repeated visits which I plan to do. Meanwhile, let me check the other biennale venues:

White Bay Power Station

Chau Chak Wing Museum at the University of Sydney

Campbelltown Arts Centre

Lewers: Penrith Regional Gallery


It has been a week since I arrived here in Sydney. From the airport, Ate (older sister) whizzed me to Casula where the rest of the family waited. The barbecue night was fun, with many of the younger members now towering over us seniors. My Ate’s children are obviously much older now with some thinking of retirement in about a decade. I know, a decade may sound like a long time, but in my experience time flies fast. Like this is only my 2nd Easter in Australia and I still remember the egg hunt with the then much younger apos (grandkids). How did they grow tall and old so fast? Obviously, we’re not planning any Easter egg hunt anymore. Rather, it’d be a party complete with a bar. Yes, a bar. But I’m getting ahead of my story. It won’t be Holy Week till next, and till then, I’m here to check out a niece’s new pad, shop for clothes as I only brought stuff good for 3 days, accompany Ate on her medical consultations, and simply laze around.

Touchdown, Sydney
Ate Levs playing the piano for me.

The next few days meant recovering from my flights as I just returned from Kerala, India, stayed in Manila a couple of weeks before flying to Sydney. It’s only been a week here but I’ve “cased the joint” around my niece’s new pad in Merrylands. I’ve walked to and heard masses in the 2 churches nearest our crib, checked the train routes to the city and Ate’s home while enjoying the trains breezing in and out of the station, surveyed the offers from the neighborhood fruit and veggie stores as well as butcher shops and bakeshops. The new pad is a pleasant surprise. The balcony view is perfect even if one needs to strain to see the Harbor bridge from a distance. I can imagine the New Year’s Eve fireworks seen from this balcony. And the neighborhood? No way you’d get bored especially if you’re a shopper. The nearby mall and interesting coffee and deli bars need some fierce willpower to resist. My only wish is the coffee shops are nearer to the church and park area. That would have been really nice.

View from the Balcony
Our Crib

A choice of 3 supermarkets in one mall. And a spattering of Thai, Indian, Turkish, Lebanese, Persian, Singaporean-Chinese dining spots. Have yet to see a Vietnamese and Japanese restaurant but I’m sure there are. The food chain giants are here too — KFC, McDonald’s and Hungry Jack. I see “Halal” shops in every corner and a 7-Eleven meets stiff competition from the many interesting mom and pop tiny stores. Thus far, I’ve tried the Thai Resto, the Turkish Gozleme shop, the crispy fried chicken house across our flat, the Lebanese roast chicken, Chinese takeaways, the fish and chips, and the yogurt.

Wish the little kid heads back to find these toys he left in Saint Margaret Mary’s Church in Merrylands, NSW
Lovely flower bouquets. Not cheap, though.

Ate Levy visits from time to time and I try to include a church visit (and mass, whenever possible) when I do my daily walks either in the morning or just before dinner. I’m catching up with my readings and have just put down a book. There’s also my personal journals to jot down my musings and ramblings like what I’m doing now. On a daily basis, I’m in touch with family back home (in Manila) and thank technology for this. Like we can literally talk to each other while having breakfast or brunch. For the first time in a long time, I need not worry about zoom meetings now since I’ve walked away from my professional commitments. As I reflect on my recent decisions, I am only grateful that I find myself in this path where He wanted me to be. Detached. And more present. The simple life suits me. And I’m happier for it.


We’re home now. Nature-tripping in the southern part of India was nourishing to the soul. We weren’t so lucky with the wildlife sightings but that’s alright. I’m not exactly that eager to spot a tiger. Nor an elephant. The only Ellie I found was in this spot near the theater where we watched a Kathakali Show. Sadly, the elephants here were used for “rides” through the nearby forest. Sad. 😞

Our group photo by the Lake Kundala

So, it’s a wrap. South India from Cochin to Munnar’s tea estates to Thekkady’s wildlife sanctuaries to Alleppey’s backwaters. Swell. Here are the links to my blogs on Kerala:

Touchdown, Kerala

The Hill Palace

Munnar

Thekkady

Alleppey

Back in Cochin

Shopping in Kerala


Jew Town in Cochin
Shopping for Bags

This is my 2nd trip to India, my 1st to Kerala. Admittedly, the first few days did not overwhelm as there was so much time wasted on bus rides. As we drove 4-5 hours each journey from Cochin to Munnar to Thekkady to Allepey, the joy of travel was only enhanced by good company and shopping. I’m NOT a shopper but I don’t mind tagging along or waiting while others shop and dump their bags of purchases by my feet while I sip my coffee or wine in some bar. Problem was I never enjoyed the coffee here. And alcohol isn’t as available as one wanted in this corner of the world. The whole trip we only enjoyed our wine in the hotels and found the coffee in Spice Village in Thekkady, Kumily as acceptable. I honestly wished this was our hotel as it has a sprawling garden, a good buffet spread, good coffee and a stone’s throw from the bazaars!

Bags of all sizes
Ctto: Enan Capulo

Shopping was good anywhere in India. I still remember the sarees and kurta I bought from my first trip. This time, the big tote bags and clutch bags filled my suitcase along with the black tea with masala from the tea gardens of Munnar. No shopping in Allepey though as we were happily on “houseboat arrest”. These were the tranquil moments before reaching Cochin where the adrenaline rush started pumping again because of the shopping options. From bags to shawls to purses and tote bags to bangles to paper products to table linen. And for the serious shoppers, the handicrafts and jewelries.

Srishti Products
Srishti Paper Products

There were lovely pants and skirts to choose from. Very Indian. In vibrant hues and exotic patterns. Matched with lovely and colorful duppati which can be worn loosely like a shawl. Almost always, our pee stops included some shopping outbursts. Well, you’d never know what you’d find in the most unusual places. But I did find shopping in Shristi Charitable Trust in Munnar the most meaningful. The products are made by underprivileged children under the Trust’s care. Beautiful products like paper from different non-wood materials. The Trust is dedicated to the upliftment of these children through education, skills development and health care. God bless them 🙏

Ctto: Eman Capulo

The drive took 4 hours from Kochi to Munnar, taunted as the “Kashmir of Southern India”. We broke the 120 kilometer journey with several pitstops, the first one being only after a half hour to visit the Hill Palace Museum in Tripunithura. The largest archaeological museum in Kerala is just 12 kilometers away from Kochi but traffic can be so bad in this corner of the world. By the time we arrived, we found many local tourists, largely older ladies elegantly garbed in sarees. We joined them locals in climbing up the many steps to reach the palace museum where we were required to take off our shoes to walk inside few of the many buildings within the complex. The first building we entered is the former residence of the Cochin Maharaja. Housed here is a huge royal elephant statue crafted from rosewood and bearing original ivory tusks. It’s a beautiful seated elephant statue, an impressive example of Keralan craftsmanship . Built in 1865 by the Maharaja of Cochin, the Cochin royal family ceded ownership to the Kerala government in 1980. Judging by how the rich collection of royal artifacts, royal jewels, weapons, antique furniture, old photos, ancient manuscripts and royal carts are artfully displayed and curated, the government of Kerala has done a good job of preserving Kerala’s heritage for future generations.

The former residence of the Cochin royal family is now the Hill Palace Museum, just 12 kilometers from Kochi.
Those are real ivory tusks attached to the seated elephant statue crafted from rosewood.

The former royal palace has a very elegant architecture. We love the windows and doors as much as we love the floorboards and tiles. Outside, the gardens are another thing. Even to this day, the palace looks “lived in” unlike palatial edifices echoing in its emptiness. The ambience is warm, and those tiles look like many happily stepped on them. Well, I sure hope so. With the death of the last Maharaja in 1964 and the complex growing into disrepair, the palace complex being transformed into a palace museum served to preserve Kerala’s heritage and culture.


I have been to India back in 2014. Happy to have spent my birthday there. As a first-time visitor then, we spent nearly 2 weeks touring around New Delhi, Agra, as well as the pink, blue and white cities of Jaipur, Johdpur and Udaipur. The Golden Triangle, plus more. As expected, highlight of the trip was Taj Mahal.

I’d gladly head back to Udaipur in the heart of Rajasthan and skip Delhi which I found so (air) polluted it threatens an asthma attack. Thought too that there are other spots in India I’d love to explore, like the southern part. So when my travel group suggested Kerala in the south of India, it was a no brainer to join. Tea estates, Kochi history and cruising the backwaters on a houseboat tick off many boxes for me. The only concern we have is the Nipah virus which allegedly hit West Bengal lately, over 2,300 kilometres away. Checked the map and the distance is like Manila to Singapore. Ergo, we decided it’s “safe” and far enough. So here we are.

A grandma working in the Dhoby Ghat where all washing are done by hand, and ironing done using antique charcoal iron.

Securing travel e-visas was an ordeal as the visa system kept crashing. Most of us got stuck on page 2 of the online application but as soon as you pass that, it’s a breeze and processing only took 24-48 hours. Well, for most of us. My apo got hers after more than a week. And only after she got an email (a week from filing) requesting for submission within 24 hours (absolutely not a joke!) of additional information and proof which covered all of 18 pages. A real scramble. But we pulled through and the evisa was promptly issued within 24 hours from the 2nd filing. Phew!

St. Francis Church

We got a big group this time. These seasoned travelers must share this same sentiment for enchanting tea plantations and Kerala backwaters. Balm for the soul. Soothing to our frayed nerves. Plus I’m assuming most of us are big fans of Indian cuisine. I am. So is my apo (grandchild). And then there’s Fort Kochi. I’m curious how the 3 cultures — Dutch, British and Portuguese — blended in this historic coastal neighborhood’s architecture, heritage and culture. Prior to this trip, all I know about Kerala has to do with Vasco de Gama. This Portuguese explorer reached Kerala in 1498, thus establishing a sea-based trade route between Europe and Asia. It was an epic 2 year voyage from Lisbon, around the Cape of Good Hope in South Africa, towards India’s south western city of Calicut in Kerala. This new maritime route ended the monopoly of Arab and Venetian spice traders. Think pepper and cinnamon. The new route boosted Portuguese economy and commerce. The Portuguese sailor went back a couple more times but on his 3rd trip, he caught malaria, died and was buried in India’s first Catholic Church — Saint Francis Church in Fort Kochi — before his remains were returned to Portugal where he now rests in the much visited- Jeronimos Monastery in Lisbon. Today, the spot where he was first buried (for 14 years, I hear) bears his tombstone.

The Chinese Fishing Nets in Fort Kochi

On our first whole day, our Kerala introduction involved a visit to the public laundry called Dhoby Ghat in Fort Kochi. This centuries-old traditional/manual and community washing center involved “dhobies” who are mostly old ladies doing handwashing and ironing using antique charcoal iron which are very heavy and hot. Frankly, it’s a tad heartbreaking to watch grandmas working way past retirement age. Thankfully, we didn’t stay too long and walked instead towards St. Francis Church. More tourists here. And even more vendors as we headed towards the Chinese fishing nets off the Arabian Sea. These teak and bamboo contraptions are a major tourist attraction here. To be honest though, we were distracted by the many beachfront vendors selling bags, purses, pens, jewelry, clothing and so much more. Before long, our tote bags just grew heavier while our wallets went lighter.

Jewish Synagogue.

Fort Kochi is an interesting neighborhood. The Jewish town included a museum, a synagogue and an assortment of market stalls selling anything from spices to clothing to jewelry to perfumes, essential oils , woodcarvings and marble statues. We had our fill of shopping around the area and would have loved to check out the Jewish Synagogue but it being a sabbath, it was closed off to tourists like us. And so, we did the next best thing. Shop some more.

Jewish Town

Tomorrow we drive towards Munnar and then Thekkady before we meet up with our houseboat in Allepey. It’s only our first whole day here and we’re giddy with excitement for some nature-tripping in the coming days. Not your typical barkada trip, I guess, but let’s just say we love going off the beaten path. Kerala may not be up there within the tourist radar but we’re here to explore and ready for some pleasant surprises. 😄


This January 2026, we spent 5 days in Siargao and for 2 whole days joined tours which included lunch. Had a long list of dining options sourced from kin and their young friends. Honestly? I was surprised there’s a long list. Knowing the surfing capital of the country didn’t welcome food/restaurant chains, I assumed most of my meals will either be in hotels or in family-run mom & pop eateries. Of course, I heard of a few which became popular and set up branches in Makati like “Shaka” and “La Carinderia”. But we’ve tried quite a few and really enjoyed our dining experience. I hope this list helps some of you who are planning to visit Siargao. I have my own for my next visit — to cover more ground!

La Carinderia
CEV Ceviche & Kinilaw Shack
Kermit’s Pizza
Shaka + X Bar in Cloud 9 Boardwalk
El Chapo: Tacos, Birria & Tostadas
Bravo Beach Resort
Kanin Baboy for Lechon
Halika Artisanal Gelato
Jorene’s Halo Halo & Maiz Con Hielo
Island Hop Tours include boodle fight lunch consisting of generous servings of grilled meat, seafood, noodles and seaweeds.

Many I’ve missed out of those listed by others: Bebie’s Barbecue, Naga, Las Palmas, Warung, Roots, Lamari, Bar Ciao, Harana, St Thomas Coffee, Manu, Whitebeard, Harana. Let me know your experience with these dining spots! Bon appetit 🏝️


Sure, I was so looking forward to the beach life — sun, sand, beach chairs, swim in clear waters, ice cream melting as the sea breeze sticks more sand on your shoulders and back, sea salt on your hair, all that seafood plus some beach cocktails. Piña Colada, anyone? Enjoying every bit even if I passed up all chances for surf lessons (how the hell do I even get up on the surfboard?), diving off and into lagoon waters (can’t even balance walking towards the end of the diving board!), snorkeling in open sea (so hard to even walk to shore against the current), diving off the boat to swim or just treading water. And please, let’s forget paragliding. Too extreme for me.

Secret Beach
Coconut View Deck

We joined a land tour but found out the tour included beach spots and visits to lagoons and tidal pools. Was happy to experience Siargao sans commercial food chains like those burger and pizza joints, and to find the island teeming with lush forests and vegetation. When I was 15, I drove my father’s motorbike and had a nasty accident. Half my face bandaged, only liquid nutrition for some weeks. Luck was on my side — no broken bones, no permanent facial scars, just a bent coccyx bone and a bad memory. With that, any scooter rental is out of the question. We joined the tours in a van filled with 10 pax. Lunch included and this was in a local carinderia where locals ordered pork sinigang and longganiza while the foreigners figured out how to eat the crablets and spider conch shells.

Boarded a small boat to reach Sugba Lagoon before it closes for renovation/maintenance.
Scenes from the Diving Platform

The highlights of this land tour is the Sugba Lagoon where one can dive into cool waters, paddle board, kayak, snorkel, or just simply swim. We visited the last day before the lagoon area closes for a month of upkeep. The boat ride to this spot took more than a half hour, passing waterways hemmed in by tiny verdant islands . My eyes feasted on all this greenery. From here, we hopped back to our van for the ride towards the Magpupungko Rock Pools. I stopped midway and just contented myself with a view of the natural tidal pools among limestone formations. It was a steep rocky descent towards the tidal pools and I wasn’t willing to risk a slip. But my niece went on and happily took a dip and swam in the pools while I watched seated on a rock.

Magpupungko Tidal Pools

Magpupungko Rock Pools

The tour took nearly a day. The van fetched us from our hotel at 7:30am and brought us back by 4pm or so. But not before bringing us to Maasin River. Here you can go kayaking but after all the activities, not everyone has enough strength beyond posing for photos at the diving board. 🤣

This land tour is so worth it, even if it’s more expensive than the island-hopping tour and more so than doing it on your own with rented scooters. We enjoyed all the stops especially the Sugba Lagoon boat ride and visit. Lunch could have been served better in the area of the Magpupungko Rock Pools where there are beachfront eateries, and errrr more interesting desserts like the buko halo halo. But we’re good. We got good value for the P2,100 we paid for each person. By the time we were driven back to our hotel, we just dropped our bags and went in search of desserts. These deprived ladies found one near the church. Homemade ice cream, halo halo and maiz con hielo. But nearer our hotel, another shop prides itself for its artisanal gelato. So there. 😋😘🥰

Jorene’s Homemade Ice Cream
Halika Siargao

Booked this 3 island hopping tour visiting Naked Island, Dako and Guyam Islands. Joined a group of 24 pax, half of which are foreigners and the rest locals. First off was Naked Island, which is actually a sandbar. Welcome, sunshine! No trees, no shelter. Just a sizeable oval shaped sandbar off the southern shore of Siargao, with just the sand and the sea to enjoy. A slather of sunscreen here and there but I get a sense no amount of skin protection would work. Naked Island is NOT a nudist island. The sandbar itself is “naked” as no single tree stands here. One hour here is all you need. Its proximity to Siargao Island makes it a top island hopping destination especially when you have limited time.

Naked Island. A treeless sandbar off the
southern shore of Siargao.

In between the island hops, there was also a chance to jump off the boat, swim and go snorkeling. The current was quite strong though so only those confident with their swimming skills did. I stayed on the boat with the young Filipinos who are here on holiday break from their Qatar jobs. These guys made me laugh so much as they readily entertained us with their funny song and dance numbers that provided comic relief. Whoever you are, thank you guys. The “skit” where one acted like a flight attendant had me in stitches! And all that laughing made us grow really hungry and ready for the boodle fight. This is lunch, Filipino style. The spread was quite abundant — very generous servings of fried tuna, grilled pork belly, noodles, shrimps, spider conch, sea grapes or seaweeds, sautéed vegetables, mangoes and watermelons.

Noodle lunch in Dako Island

The boodle lunch was served in Dako Island where there was also enough time to swim, play volleyball or even to spread a beach towel for a quick nap on the sand. In Guyam Island, there are beach bars and some music and fruit stalls. More swimming or more naps or more volleyball games. By this time, the boat passengers have grown relaxed, friendlier and chattier. We were lucky to join a fun group. (Trivia: I was the OLDEST in the group. That means the boat crew paid more attention to my safety and welfare 🤣 )

Dako Island
Guyam Island

We tried our luck in Cloud 9. But no surfers. No fiery orange nor pink hues across the sky from the Cloud 9 boardwalk. We waited until twilight and that’s when we decided to enjoy our piña colada, pizza and mango smoothie. The sky was woefully unstained by vibrant colors but that’s ok. It’s only our first whole day. The stray dogs and pearl vendors kept us company, relentlessly trying to make us succumb. I’m pretty good resisting this retail therapy but my niece is another matter. She’s a magnet for vendors of any kind!

Cloud Nine Boardwalk
Two lone surfers just before sunset

January must be off season. I was told it rains a lot the first month of the year. It rained when we arrived but soon enough, the sun was out. Late in the afternoon, the surfers must have gone to bars or for some nutrition as we only found a couple with their boards. The boardwalk wasn’t crowded at all. And there were empty chairs facing the waters from Shaka and X Bars where we picked up our aperitif.

Mango Smoothie Cereal Bowl from Shaka
X Bar’s Piña Colada+ Pizza

The following day, we set out for AFAM Bridge. Yes, AFAM as in “A Foreigner Assigned In Manila”. The sunset warriors are all here! Some AFAMs bearing beer bottles which they uncork while watching the sun set. Local vendors plying their wares — pearls, shirts and some handcrafted souvenir items. The local boys offer their services to take photos, amusing foreigners with their “human drone” tactics. We tried looking for dining places nearby but found none interesting. Then we remembered our hotel driver mentioning “Jorene’s Homemade Ice Cream & Halo Halo” so we promptly hailed a tuktuk to get there. Thought we’d end the day on that sweet note but there’s this Italian-Filipino restaurant called “La Carinderia” right across our hotel. Actually, I first tried La Carinderia when they opened a Makati branch. Good food, good service, and the most charming couple owners. So yeah, we ended the day with that famous Mama’s Lasagna plus Siargao Salad which I swear is really good. Chef Stefano and Miss Po also trained their staff very well. Good simple Italian – Pinoy dinner.

Sunset. AFAM Bridge
Jorene’s Maiz con Hielo and Halo Halo topped with homemade ice cream.
Mama’s Lasagna & Siargao Salad from La Carinderia