On a recent trip to Bohol, an island in the Philippines, I found myself riding at the back of a motorcycle in the mountains of Sevilla and Sikatuna. The roads were steep, stony, and unpaved. But the view held lush shades of green and the mountain breeze felt cool running against my legs. Knowing...

Back home from our trip, which took us around 9 days.  Below is the last entry I wrote in my diary.  I feel that it captures my feelings about the trip, so I'm copying it here rather than writing a new one for the blog:

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Tonight is our last night in Bohol.  I'm glad that we...

I’ve always kept a journal since I was twelve, but I didn’t have a travel journal until this year. Now that I have one, I’m surprised how I ever traveled without it. If you’re a traveler but don’t really keep a journal, it wouldn’t hurt to consider it.

It’s true that writing on a...