As you saw in the last post, I had gone to the Philippines on assignment to capture the wonderful reunion of cousins from my grandmother’s side from my father’s side. Having gone that far across the globe to only spend seven days and fly back is almost unheard of. Usually, a three week stay is touching the iceberg immersing yourself in the new environment. But soon you will also know why my trip had to be cut short.
Despite the brief stay, each day was certainly eventful. I was in the Philippines 15 years ago. That time, I had travelled with my parents and brother, so there was always someone to chat with. This time around was interesting, as I experienced being more of an observer, while my father (aka Translator) enjoyed himself conversing with his family. The lack of knowing Tagalog (or my parents’ dialect — Kapampangan) left me to capture more with my camera and remember more about this trip, which I thoroughly enjoyed.
Click the images below to jump to each of the days I had photogged. I hope you enjoy this journey with me!