The first time I traveled out of the city was in August 1976. I was just five years old then. It was one-day boat ride from Manila to Surigao City with my dad. I don’t have a vivid recollection of the boat voyage because I don’t like boat rides. I am not a fan of that. So that memory kind of skipped me.

We attended the town fiesta. It was fun! I remember meeting my dad’s relatives and my cousins. I ran around the plaza, climbed the staged every chance I got and danced with the locals during the town’s fiesta party.

That vacation paved way to more happy travels later in my life.

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