Why I went to The Philippines

Even after not seeing him since seven years ago, I anticipated the punchline in Willy's joke

Even after not seeing him since seven years ago, I instinctively anticipated the punchline in Willy’s story. “There was a Filipino couple who went to Madrid. They found a restaurant that serves bull meat after they’re killed by the matador. You know, the one who kills the bull in bullfighting? So the Filipinos ate the […]

The Portuguese Fish Route: Part I

Smoked meats, Ummera Smokehouse

Madrid: Centre stage of the Spanish cuisine

Polignano a Mare: In weather that carves stones

Chiang Mai: The plight of the elephants

Hotel Adriatic, Rovinj

Bacolor: The whole town that got buried

Directions from a homeless Malay

My recipe for flying on planes

Why I went to The Philippines

On travelling with chronic suffering

The Hague: Eurasian fervour of Tong Tong Fair

Maglie: Palatal awakening of Mercatino del Gusto

Rotterdam: Thunderous convergence of Rotterdam Unlimited

Madrid: Centre stage of the Spanish cuisine

Angeles: An education in Filipino cuisine

The Hague: Eurasian fervour of Tong Tong Fair

On travelling with chronic suffering

My recipe for flying on planes

Directions from a homeless Malay

Smoked meats, Ummera Smokehouse

Coconut oil, The Farm at San Benito

The Portuguese Fish Route: Part I

Why I went to The Philippines