Good afternoon from the terrace of my villa at the Eskaya Resort in Bohol, a member property of the Small Luxury Hotels group (SLH), after just jumping into the pool for a few minutes.
Even for a Travelife, it's rather surreal to think that I was just in two very exotic places in India last week, and then enjoying a 24-hour stay in Mumbai; and now here I am somewhere in the Philippines on just another long weekend in my never-endingly eventful Travelife.
And next weekend, I'm on a plane again for somewhere cold and fashionable as well, basically for three dinners and a bit of thinking time.
A DINNER FULL OF IDEAS
Last night in Manila, I had an al fresco dinner with a very successful and high-profile retail executive.
I thought it would be a short one as I had an early plane to catch and I knew he wasn't feeling very well. But we ended up talking about all kinds of business ideas and marketing strategies, and pretty soon it was close to 11 PM.
And I hadn't even packed for today.
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THE STRESS JUST DISAPPEARED
But when I landed here a few hours ago, the rushed pace that characterizes much of my life seemed to disappear amidst peaceful scenes of rice paddies and coconut trees.
Of course it helps that this is a gorgeous resort and I have a pretty nice villa with its own pool.
I actually did laps in it, perhaps energized and inspired by my first session of Pilates in Manila yesterday.
Or maybe it was just guilt.
THE DEADLY HUMBA
On the way over here from the airport, you see, we asked the driver what the local specialty was.
He told us it was humba, which is a sweet pork dish found all over the Visayas region. It's also just about the most delicious and also the unhealthiest thing you can ever eat.
We had a late lunch at the resort and there were so many things to order like roasted fish and kilawin.
But, for some reason, the driver's description of the humba made me want to badly have it. It was horribly good -- if you know what I mean. So bad and yet too good to resist.
And afterwards, all I wanted to do was lie down and fall asleep until tomorrow.
But instead, I forced myself to jump into my pool.
And then now here I am, writing another blog entry just before dinner, about just another wonderful day in my never-ending, and never-endingly eventful Travelife.
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