Surip Mountain Beach Resort: Tips and Trips!

All photos are taken by Jenny. These are her pictorial episodes of her travel adventures. I’ve just discovered this blog. It is sure to be a favorite for those of us who enjoy the outdoors and God’s creation around the world.

My Wander Hub

Alaminos, Pangasinan in the Philippines is known for its One Hundred Islands where many tourists visit the place and experience ISLAND HOPPING. You can explore the islands by riding a boat and feel the ambiance of seawater, caves and trees.


These are the boats going to the different islands.


Those mountains you can view at this picture are the islands I am referring to.

Our family dropped by the Hundred Islands for a short span of time because our real destination is on the white beach at Surip Mountain Beach Resort at Bani, Pangasinan.


On the way to Surip, Bani Pangasinan


A big tree at the middle of the divergent road


The entrance to Surip Mountain Beach Resort

If you are from the city of Manila, it is a 6 hour-drive (if there is no traffic). You need a private vehicle going to the resort because it is far from…

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In Praise Of Decay (and against plastic)

Thank you for a thought-provoking sonnet. God gave us a planet of beauty to inhabit and it is taken for granted by uncaring, unfeeling people, who pass those negative qualities on to their progeny. If people are going to go hiking/camping, biking, etc., they should carry trash bags with them and carry them back to a place where they can be properly disposed of.

Malcolm Guite

In pale gold leaf-fall losing shape and edge In pale gold leaf-fall losing shape and edge

I walk each morning in some woodland near my home and especially savour in this late autumn, early winter season, the damp carpet of fallen leaves, now decaying and forming  rich mulch that will feed the soil for future growth. Even in their decay, losing edge and shape, melding and blending together there is in this carpet of leaves, a kind of grace and beauty. The other morning though, these meditations were interrupted by a sudden intrusion. There amongst the gold and mottled leaf mould, like some harsh alien excrescence, was a discarded plastic bag. It was totally out of place and told its own tale of indifference and carelessness; not just the carelessness of the person that dropped it, but the carelessness of the culture that produced it. The trees shed their leaves, and in that fall and letting go  achieve…

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