I really miss Japan, inn sha Allah, I will return one day. May Allah open the doors for me to go back at the right time, with ease, and barakah. Ameen.

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I really miss Japan, inn sha Allah, I will return one day. May Allah open the doors for me to go back at the right time, with ease, and barakah. Ameen.
Vietnam, Roofed in Mist
As I arrived at Noi Bai International Airport, my first instinct was practical. Find an ATM, withdraw some Vietnamese Dong, and then look for food.
Travel, for me, always begins with small necessities. Local currency in my wallet makes everything feel official. A proper meal settles the body after a flight.
I had already booked a sleeper bus to Sapa and chose the airport as my pickup point. So while waiting for the bus, I simply sat down and enjoyed my food.
There is something meaningful about that pause. Sitting in a new country, eating your first meal, watching people move around you. It is in those quiet, ordinary moments that travel truly begins.
I’m not really into noodles, but the Pho I had was actually kind of okay. Not too flavorful, not overwhelming. Just simple, hot, and exactly what I needed at that moment. It wasn’t the kind of meal that makes you say it’s the best you’ve ever had. But after a flight, sitting there in Hanoi, holding a warm bowl in my hands, it felt right.
After enjoying my Pho, I went outside the airport and waited for my booked sleeper bus going to Sapa.
The sleeper bus turned out to be a surprisingly comfortable experience. I booked the HK Buslines Sleeper Bus, not knowing exactly what to expect, but it exceeded what I had imagined. The operators were courteous and organized, guiding passengers calmly and making sure everyone was settled before departure.
The bus itself felt like a small cocoon on wheels. Clean space, reclining berth, soft lighting. It gave me the kind of rest you need before meeting the mountains. Somewhere between four to six hours, I honestly cannot remember exactly anymore, we traveled north toward Sapa. The journey included two stops, just enough to stretch, breathe, and remind myself that I was truly on the road in Vietnam.
When we finally arrived in Sapa, I was pleasantly surprised to see another HK Buslines van waiting for us. It was coordinated seamlessly. They transferred passengers directly to their respective hotels, which made everything feel incredibly convenient and well thought out.
From airport waiting in Hanoi to mountain-bound comfort, the transition felt smooth. It made me appreciate how travel is not only about destinations, but about the systems and small efficiencies that make you feel taken care of even when you are far from home.
Check-in at the hotel was just as convenient. I had booked it in advance through Agoda, so everything was already reserved when I arrived. No long explanations, no confusion. Just a smooth confirmation and a key handed over with a smile.
And the best part. A mountain view. But, my very first thought after check-in was not the view.
Again. It was food.
Traveling always heightens my hunger, and after the long ride from Hanoi, I needed something warm and satisfying.
As a Muslim traveler, finding halal food is always one of my first considerations, so I felt genuinely relieved when I easily spotted a halal restaurant nearby. It felt like a small blessing in a foreign place, it's Sapa Halal Restaurant.
And the food did not disappoint. It was good. Comforting. Flavorful. The kind of meal that makes you pause for a moment and simply enjoy where you are.
That first meal was so good that I found myself coming back. Twice.
Before leaving Sapa, I dined at the same restaurant again. Ssh. No regrets. When you find something reliable, comforting, and genuinely satisfying in a foreign place, you hold on to it.
You know what’s the funny part, and honestly, what I mislooked about this trip?
The weather.
For three days in Sapa, it was foggy and cold. Not the aesthetic, light-mist-for-photos kind of fog. The thick, dramatic kind that completely hides the mountains. I only saw the mountain view twice during my entire stay. The rest of the time, it was wrapped in white. I came all the way to the mountains, and the mountains decided to play hide-and-seek.
During my stay, my routine became simple. Breakfast hall in the morning. Back to my room. Then outside again around noon, when the cold became slightly more bearable. And even then, I had to wear three layers. Three. Layers.
The first stop on my Sapa itinerary was simple. Just one goal: take a photo at Sun Plaza Sapa Station. I got it. One good shot. Not a dozen, not a perfect postcard, but one that made me smile every time I looked at it. Sometimes that’s enough.
The second plan was a bit more ambitious. I wanted to see the monorail from Vietrekking, a trail I had read about and imagined myself exploring. But the universe had other plans. The trail was completely covered in… fog. Thick, relentless fog. Fooooooggggg.
No monorail in sight, no dramatic landscape. Just me, the mist, and my overactive imagination. At first, I felt a twinge of disappointment. But then I laughed at how predictable it had become.
On the second day, I was ready for Fansipan, having already booked my ticket from Klook.
The first ride was the monorail. Finally, the monorail was there.
I may have missed it from the viewing spot at Vietrekking before, but this time I was not just looking at it from afar. I was going to ride it to Fansipan.
Then came the cable car. Inside, I felt the gentle warmth of the sun above the clouds, a rare, comforting moment after days of fog and chill in Sapa.
But the magic didn’t last long. The moment we stepped outside the cable car to walk to the next station, the fog and cold returned. It wrapped around everything, softening edges, hiding the distant peaks, making the world feel like a secret waiting to be revealed.
The walk to the Peak Funicular Station was long but beautiful. The trail opened up into picture-worthy scenes, mist curling around pine trees, terraced slopes peeking through clouds, paths that begged to be photographed.
Every step reminded me that sometimes the journey itself is the destination. The fog challenged me, but the views rewarded me, even if only in glimpses.
These pictures hold a really funny story.
Every time I set up my tripod at the summit, I had to move fast. The wind was strong, and I knew it could knock everything over in seconds.
So there I was, positioning the tripod, pressing the timer, and rushing into place before the wind decided to ruin the shot. Half the time, I was not even sure the tripod would survive.
Here I am, 3,143 meters above sea level.
Standing at the summit of Fansipan, known as the Roof of Indochina.
It was cold. It was foggy. And yet, it felt surreal.
No dramatic speech in my head. No overwhelming emotion. Just a quiet moment of realization. I made it up here.
If you’re heading to Sapa and planning to visit Fansipan, my advice is simple: allocate a full day for it. Take it slow. Enjoy every moment. I spent mine fully immersed. I took photos of the misty trails and peaks, capturing the fleeting glimpses the clouds allowed.
I even recorded a TikTok video to remember it all, laughing at myself as the wind tried to steal my hair and my hijab.
And then it was time to go back. I retraced the same trail I had taken up to Fansipan, letting the fog, the quiet, and the crisp mountain air guide me down. Each step back felt like a soft farewell, a gentle reminder that the journey up was as important as the summit itself.
After returning from Fansipan and stepping back into Sapa, I needed a small pause. I went straight for a coffee.
There’s something about sitting with a warm cup in hand after a day of walking through mist and cold.
On the third day, my plan was simple: Swing Sapa first, then Cat Cat Village.
I arrived at Swing Sapa full of excitement, ready to enjoy their unlimited ride pass. But … oopsie. My expectations met reality, and reality came with a shrug. The “unlimited rides” turned out to be just the Rainbow Slide and the kart ride. That was it.
And the Rainbow Slide? No drone footage available. Nada. Selfie-style video was the only option. I had to channel all my own creativity and energy just to capture the moment. Not what I had imagined, but, that’s travel for you.
After Swing Sapa, I booked a Grab to Cat Cat Village. By the way, Grab booking is incredibly convenient in Sapa, a real lifesaver for getting around quickly.
When I arrived, I looked at the trail leading downhill and realized it was about a 30-minute hike. And you know what I did? I didn’t pursue the plan. I sat right there, ordered an ice cream from a nearby stall just where the Grab dropped me, and let the moment be enough.
I had a sleeper bus booked back to Hanoi that evening, and the thought of tiring myself by going down and then having to climb back up later didn’t appeal. Practicality won over adventure this time.
After my ice cream moment in Cat Cat Village, I treated myself to the free massage offered by the hotel. It was the perfect way to rest before the journey back.
Then it was time to pack my luggage and head to the sleeper bus station. This time, I booked a different sleeper bus: Futa Ha Son Sleeper Bus. And honestly, I was disappointed.
The operators didn’t really try to communicate. English? Forget it. Even the simplest guidance felt curt, and there was a hint of rudeness in how things were handled. Unlike HK Buslines Sleeper Bus, where operators would call you until you opened your curtain, the Futa Ha Son staff just peeked into your cabin to let you know your designated drop-off. It felt awkward and impersonal.
On top of that, booking a Grab in Hanoi was a bit more challenging compared to Sapa. Lesson learned: next time, just stick with HK Line. Smooth, courteous, and hassle-free.
In Hanoi, I booked an apartment-style stay, thinking I would cook for myself and enjoy a homey experience. But, going to the market turned out to be a bigger hassle than I expected.
By the time I settled in, I was tired from the journey from Sapa. So instead of preparing a full meal, I grabbed some instant, ready-to-eat food from a nearby convenience store.
While browsing the convenience store shelves, I spotted onigiri and felt a wave of nostalgia. It immediately took me back to my moments in Japan, the quiet streets, the little shops, the familiar comfort of a simple rice ball.
My first stroll in Hanoi Old Quarter was everything I hoped it would be. Narrow streets buzzing with motorbikes, vendors calling out their wares, the smells of street food weaving together into a kind of chaotic symphony. It was alive, vibrant, and full of character, exactly what makes the Old Quarter so iconic.
But then reality hit when I tried to book a Grab. My dear lord, the hassle was real. Multiple cancellations, constant waiting, and a feeling that this place simply wasn’t built for the kind of convenience I was used to in Sapa.
After navigating the chaos of Grab and surviving my first stroll in the Old Quarter, I decided to take a little break from the streets. I went to Lotte Mall Hanoi and let the air-conditioning work its magic.
Lunch was at a Thai restaurant inside the mall.
I also spent some time in the supermarket picking up pasalubongs. Small treats for friends and family, and a few indulgences for myself.
And then, I went back to my hotel. Safe, cozy, and with my little haul of souvenirs.
Pasalubong shopping didn’t stop at Lotte Mall. On my second day in Hanoi, I made my way to Hang Bac Street, determined to find a particular shop.
Why this shop? There’s an Ate (because she calls every Filipina Ate and maganda), a seller who’s trending on TikTok for being incredibly accommodating to Filipino tourists. She even gives discounts, which made her practically legendary in my eyes.
Finding her shop, however, was not easy. I walked back and forth along the street. But luck, and a little persistence, were on my side.
Finally, I spotted her. I ended up buying pasalubong worth more than a million Vietnamese dong. Worth every step, every raindrop, and every second of the mini-adventure.
And here’s the sweetest part. As I was checking out, she slipped 10,000 Vietnamese dong into a wallet (free of charge) as a little lucky charm.
After my little pasalubong adventure, I made my way to Hoan Kiem Lake. I didn’t plan anything ambitious, I just wanted to sit, breathe, and watch the life around me.
The lake was calm, the streets buzzing gently in the background. I even bought some fruit from a nearby vendor, a mix of fresh pieces sprinkled with salt and chili. The flavors were sharp, sweet, and a little surprising, much like Hanoi itself.
As I wandered around Hanoi, I also spotted The Note Coffee, the famous café full of colorful sticky notes where visitors can leave their own messages.
It looked charming, lively, and full of stories from travelers who had passed through. But I didn’t bother going in. I’m not really a coffee person, and somehow, I didn’t feel the need to leave a note to mark my visit.
Sometimes, travel isn’t about ticking every famous spot off a list. It’s about noticing them, appreciating their charm from afar, and moving on to the experiences that actually speak to you.
And just like that, the evening came, the time for my ticket back to the Philippines.
Thank you, Vietnam.
Spellbound by Siquijor Shores
It was December 2024 when I was invited to join a Siquijor trip with my workmates. To be honest, I was hesitant at first, because it's Siquijor. For years, the island has carried stories of mystery: folk tales about potions, healers, and whispers of bad magic. It's the kind of place people speak about with curiosity, and a little caution.
But what I learned is this: sometimes the places wrapped in the biggest legends are the ones that hold the quietest truths. And Siquijor, beyond the stories, is simply an island filled with clear waters, kind people, and a pace of life that makes you breathe a little softer.
It was a fun trip in the simplest, purest sense, beaches, clear water, and coffee shop stops in between.
Sometimes, the heart just needs a place that feels light, and that December, Siquijor became that place for me.
So when we arrived, the first stop was, of course, food... and coffee. There's something comforting about starting a trip with a good meal.
We hired a Tuktuk to take us around the island and back to our hotel each day. Our driver was warm and kind, the kind of local who knows every turn, every hidden cafe, and every patch of ocean worth stopping for. We already had an itinerary in place, but he would gently suggest which spots were truly worth the time, and which ones we could happily skip.
Our first unplanned stop was the Tubod Marine Sanctuary, a snorkeling paradise. Though it wasn't originally on our itinerary, the recommendation turned out to be an unforgettable part of the trip.
I even took off my life vest while venturing farther from the shore, just to capture a video. Haha, a little daring but totally worth the shot.
After exploring the marine sanctuary, we headed to Pitogo Cliff, a stunning vantage point overlooking the sea. The cliff offers panoramic views of the coastline and the sparkling waters below, making it a perfect spot to pause, take in the scenery, and appreciate the raw, natural beauty of Siquijor.
I still can't believe I managed to sit at the very edge of the cliff. To capture the moment, I paid for a drone shot and a human-drone shot. The height was nerve-wracking, the wind teasing at the edge, but seeing the footage later made every scary heartbeat totally worth it.
Just look at that photo, the view, the height, the sheer thrill of the moment, it's a memory I'll never forget.
We set up a tripod to capture our group photo. And here's the squad, ready and smiling for the shot (nakatalikod naman).
Next, we visited an area lush with rubber trees, their tall, straight trunks creating a peaceful, almost meditative atmosphere as we pass through.
The next day was dedicated to waterfalls. We spent the day exploring several of Siquijor's stunning falls, each with its own unique charm and serene beauty.
Our first stop was Lugnason Falls, a beautiful cascade sorrounded by lush greenery.
The water was incredibly fresh. I've always loved freshwater over seawater, and Lugnason Falls did not disappoint. Its crisp, cool flow was both refreshing and invigorating.
Next, we visited Cambugahay Falls, one of Siquijor's most famous waterfalls. Known for its multi-tiered cascades and turquoise waters, it's a favorite spot for both locals and tourists. The surrounding lush greenery and natural pools make it an ideal place to swim, relax, and fully immerse yourself in the island's serene beauty.
I couldn't resist taking multiple jumps into the pools. Each leap was incredibly refreshing, leaving me energized and fully immersed in the natural beauty of Cambugahay Falls.
On our third day, I told myself, no more getting wet and spending the whole day soaked.
See, I'm just taking photos.
But honestly, how could I resist such beautiful, clear waters? Oh dear, the sea was calling.
This was at Salagdoong Beach Resort, a charming spot known for its crystal-clear waters, white sandy shores, and cliff diving spots. The place offers a serene escape while giving you a touch of excitement with its natural beauty and inviting ocean.
And... Jha-oana made her entrance.
Looking back, sorry, self, I ended up spending the whole day wet again; I hadn't brought any clothes to change into. All because, once again, I had told myself no more water.
I had the chance to stand at this jumping cliff before it became famous in the movie It's Okay to Not Be Okay, where Joshua Garcia and Anne Curtis took the iconic leap. Even before it hit the big screen, the view itself was breathtaking. It's amazing to think that this same spot would later be captured on film.
Finally, our last day was all about sightseeing and enjoying good food. No more waters, really, just a leisurely stroll through the island, taking in the sights, snapping photos, and savoring every bite of the local cuisine. It was the perfect way to end the trip on a relaxed and happy note, with memories of laughter, adventure, and the serene beauty of Siquijor lingering in my heart.
We didn't head straight home after Siquijor; instead, we spent the New Year in Cebu. Hahaha, a little extra adventure to close out the year and make the trip even more memorable.
Siquijor is a place where nature speaks softly but leaves a lasting impression, and where laughter, exploration, and gratitude naturally blend together. The island may be small, but its beauty and charm are unforgettable, a true escape for the heart and soul.
Before I take you on my adventures in Vietnam, I would like to pause and share some of my local travels also. Exploring nearby destinations has always offered a unique perspective, a reminder that discovery and wonder are not only found in far-off lands but also in the beauty, culture, and stories that exist right in our own backyard. These experiences ground me, inspire curiosity, and set the stage for the journeys that lie ahead.
I have been fortunate to visit some of the Philippines' most beautiful destinations, including Boracay, Siargao, Siquijor, Sulu, Basilan, Baguio City, Cebu City, and Bukidnon. Alhamdulillah.
Each place has offered its own unique beauty, culture, and stories that have left a lasting impression on me. I hope to share these experiences through a series of blog posts, reflecting not just the sights but also the lessons, moments, and gratitude that came with each journey.
At the Edge of the Map in Tawi-Tawi
Tawi-Tawi, a place often spoken of in distance but rarely in detail. For many, it feels far and unfamiliar. For me, it became a quiet reminder that beauty does not always announce itself loudly. Sometimes, it waits patiently, surrounded by sea, sky, and stories that deserve to be told.
The island does not try to impress; it simply exists, steady and sincere. It is a place where simplicity feels complete, where silence is not empty, and where every view carries a sense of grounding.
My trip to Tawi-Tawi was part of an office activity, where we conducted an orientation for a particular program while taking the chance to explore and appreciate the islands.
As one of the provinces in the Bangsamoro Region, Tawi-Tawi holds a unique place in our region, both culturally and geographically.
Before heading back to our office station, we decided to climb the famous Bud Bongao early in the morning.
Staring around 5 AM, we reached the summit just past 6 AM. Bud Bongao, often called the "sacred mountain of Tawi-Tawi," is not just a natural landmark but also a site of cultural and spiritual significance.
Pilgrims and locals alike climb its trails, and from the top, you can see panoramic views of the surrounding islands, including the nearby Malaysian Island of Pulau Sebatik, as well as the sunrise casting a golden glow over the horizon.
With our flight scheduled for 9 AM, we had to hurry back down, but the serene atmosphere and the breathtaking views made every step unforgettable.
Most of my visits were in Bongao, as it is the main island. However, there was one occasion when we also had the opportunity to explore Sangay Siapuh, a serene coastal area that offered a quieter glimpse of the island's natural beauty.
From Bongao, we took a boat to Sangay Siapuh, a journey that lasted a little over an hour. The ride itself was part of the experience, with the gentle sway of the boat and the vast expanse of sea around us setting the tone for the serene beauty that awaited us on the island.
The waters of Sangay Siapuh are remarkably clear, almost like glass, reflecting the sky and the surrounding landscape. The beauty of the place feels pure and unspoiled, a peaceful escape that stays with you long after you leave.
Beautiful, Sangay Siapuh.
One tip from my experience for anyone visiting Tawi-Tawi: avoid drinking tap water. For safety and peace of mind, stick to bottled or mineral water throughout your stay.
I would love to return to Tawi-Tawi someday and explore more of its islands, like Panampangan, Simunul, and others. There is still so much to discover, hidden beaches, vibrant communities, and stories waiting to be experienced.
This flower holds a promise wrapped in hope, a quiet assurance that beauty does not rush, but arrives when the time is right. It represents patience that does not feel heavy, growth that happens softly beneath the surface, and a faith in what is becoming, even when it is not yet seen. There is comfort in stillness, a reminder that love can be steady and enduring, rooted in trust rather than urgency.
It carries the certainty that something meaningful is unfolding in silence, nourished by care and intention. The joy it brings is subtle yet profound, stemming from the understanding that love does not always need to blossom all at once to be genuine. Sometimes, it is strongest in the waiting, in the quiet belief that what is meant to flourish will do so beautifully.
Right after stepping out of the plane from Thailand, I went straight to an ongoing activity. From slow mornings and unhurried walks to diving back into work almost instantly, it was a quick reminder of how travel gently pauses life, and how reality resumes the moment you land.
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Soft Mornings and Street Food in Thailand
Japan awakened something in me.
Somewhere between lectures, quiet streets, and long walks far from home, I realized there is a bigger world waiting beyond my comfort zone, and I wanted to see it for myself.
So just two months later, I followed that pull. I packed light, slowed down, and crossed borders again, this time to a nearby country that many Filipinos know well, not only as a travel destination, but also as a place of opportunity.
This is my Thailand story.
Unrushed mornings, long walks, endless food stops, and a gentle kind of exploration that reminded me that sometimes, travel does not have to be grand to be meaningful.
Here I am at NAIA Terminal 3, quietly waiting for my flight, with excitement slowly building as another journey is about to begin.
I arrived in Thailand in the evening, just as the city was settling into its nighttime rhythm.
With no rigid plans, my first instinct was simple: find food. And somehow, luck followed. Just a short walk away, I stumbled upon a cozy local restaurant serving fresh seafood. It was the perfect welcome. Unplanned, unpretentious, and deeply satisfying.
The meal set the tone for the days ahead.
The next day was intentionally slow.
No alarms, no rush. I left the hotel around 11:00 AM and headed to Terminal 21 for brunch.
Started the day with Pad Thai Soup for breakfast. Yes, breakfast. There's something about having an iconic dish in its home country that instantly makes the morning feel more alive and flavorful.
I have tried Pad Thai back in Cotabato City, but honestly, it was just fine. But having it fresh and authentic here in Thailand is a completely different experience. The flavors are bolder, deeper, and more intentional.
The spiciness caught me off guard. It's not the usual kind, but it works perfectly, balanced by the sweet and savory notes of the dish.
And of course, I couldn't leave without dessert. Ordered mango sticky rice, and somehow, it completed the entire brunch experience.
And before heading home to PH, I couldn't resist, I bought two packs of their chili powder to bring the taste of Thailand back with me.
Afterward, I spent the evening wandering around Pratunam Market, just walking and soaking everything in. No strict plans, no checklist. Just letting the day unfold as it wanted to.
Interestingly, I'm usually not a fan of suman back home in the Philippines, but in Thailand, they have mango sticky rice. Somehow I find it tastes different, and I enjoyed it. Hehe.
I picked some skincare products too.
These are just a few of the products I picked up at Pratunam Market.
On my third day in Thailand, I set out for a hop-on, hop-off boat tour along the Chao Phraya River. It was a perfect way to see the city from a different perspective, drifting past bustling markets, ornate temples, and vibrant riverfront life.
The river itself isn't exactly crystal clear; its waters have a rich, brown hue, almost like milo. Yet, this made the experience feel even more authentic and memorable.
We made stops at Wat Pho, Wat Arun, and Iconsiam, taking in the stunning architecture, intricate details, and vibrant atmosphere of each site.
At Iconsiam, there's a food court brimming with Thai delicacies, and honestly, I just couldn't decide where to start, or maybe I just couldn't resist sticking to what I already knew I loved.
Thai people are friendly and approachable, which made moving around and exploring the city easy and comfortable.
I stayed a while at Iconsiam to watch the water show before heading back to my hotel. It was nice, fun, and a little wet, making it a memorable finale to my day.
Now I'm feeling a bit chilly, thanks to the sprinkles from the water show, a small, wet reminder of the fun I just had.
The next day, I stepped out in my pajamas around 9:00 AM in search of coffee, and bingo, Tom N Toms was just around the corner.
Sipping my coffee while watching the city slowly wake up, I couldn't help but feel a sense of calm and contentment.
I absolutely loved my breakfast; this was just perfect, a sweet and satisfying start to the day.
Today's adventure took me to CentralWorld and Platinum Fashion Mall, two of Bangkok's bustling shopping destinations filled with endless options for food, fashion, and local finds.
My supposed last day in Thailand was incredibly chill. I went back to Terminal 21, enjoyed a meal at the seafood restaurant, and just took it easy. I even picked up a few snacks to take with me, just in case I got hungry during my flight later that night.
However, surprise! When I arrived at the airport, I found out that my flight was cancelled and rescheduled for the same time the next day. What the? A mix of frustration and disbelief hit me instantly.
But what can you do? Sometimes, you just have to go with the flow and make the most of the unexpected circumstances.
Thanks to the unexpected flight cancellation, I treated myself to a good mango sticky rice. Sometimes, a little sweet indulgence is the perfect way to cope with surprises.
Thailand wasn't just about sightseeing; it was about slowing down and enjoying the small joys.
The food was definitely a highlight. Mango sticky rice, Pad Thai, fresh seafood, every bite felt like a discovery. I realized that even familiar dishes can feel completely different when tasted in their country of origin.
Overall, Thailand taught me to slow down, savor each moment, and find joy in simplicity. From food to markets, temples to river cruises, this trip was a gentle reminder that travel isn't just about the sights, it's about the experiences and feelings we carry back home.
Thank you, Thailand. Until next time.
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Work, Wander, and Wonder in Japan
Part III
And the next day, we headed to another site where similar community projects are being implemented (The Shikishima House). Seeing how the approach translates on the ground was honestly impressive.
We also visited the Toyota City Hall, where they walked us through their streamlined and highly efficient approach to delivering frontline services - simple, systematic, and surprisingly people-centered.
It was the kind of presentation that makes you rethink what's possible back home.
We also made a quick stop at Toyota, where we got to see some of their car prototypes up close, such a cool experience.
And of course, I grabbed a few of their local food products as souvenirs for my people back home. What's a trip without sharing a little piece of the journey with the people waiting for you?
Now it is time to head back to Tokyo, bags a little heavier, heart a little fuller, and mind buzzing from everything we have seen and experienced in just two days.
After our Nagoya trip, we returned to Tokyo and continued immersing ourselves in deeper learning.
But before we moved into our discussions, we experienced something deeply personal and unexpected. We were able to spend Eid'l Adha in Japan, praying at Tokyo Camii, the nearest masjid to the center. I never imagined spending Eid outside the country, yet there I was, standing among people of different nationalities, united in prayer. It felt grounding, humbling, and wonderfully memorable. Alhamdulillah.
One of the major topics we explored was Solid Waste Management, a field where Japan is globally recognized for its innovation and efficiency. As part of this topic, we visited the Suginami Incineration Plant, one of Tokyo's modern waste treatment facilities.
The visit was truly remarkable. The staff walked us through their entire process, from the reception of combustible waste to its controlled incineration and energy recovery. Seeing the system in action, the precision, the cleanliness, and the discipline embedded in their operations, was both inspiring and eye-opening. It offered a powerful lesson on how technology, efficient systems, and community discipline come together to create sustainable waste solutions.
Following this, we visited the Japan Institute for Health Security, where the discussions focused on disaster operations, preparedness, and rapid response mechanisms.
The most unforgettable part of this visit was being brought up to their helipad, which overlooks a vast expanse of Tokyo. Standing at that height felt both surreal and humbling. The view was breathtaking, and it made me appreciate, even more, the scale and sophistication of Japan's disaster management infrastructure. truly, how amazing is amazing?
During our last week in Japan, we further explored their disaster prevention and preparedness. One of our major visits was to the Ikebukuro Disaster Prevention Center, where we were shown an emotional and eye-opening documentary about the massive earthquake that struck Japan years ago. The devastation was overwhelming, a stark reminder of how powerful nature can be and how essential disaster readiness truly is.
They also had an earthquake simulation platform that allowed visitors to experience the intensity of different magnitudes. I chose not to step onto it; just watching others try it was enough to make my heart race.
As days continued, we visited the Sumida Innovation Core, an institution dedicated to fostering innovation by connecting startups, established companies, universities, and local industries. It was inspiring to see how Japan creates an ecosystem where ideas can grow, collaborate, and scale. Their model highlights how innovation thrives when communities and institutions work together with purpose.
After the visit, we headed to the Tokyo Skytree. We were excited to see the famous panoramic view, but look...
It was completely foggy. How sad. Still, the experience of being there, even without the view, felt memorable in its own way.
We also had the opportunity to visit their Fire Academy, which was conveniently located near the JICA Center. Experiencing how Japan prepares, trains, and equips its responders added another meaningful layer to our understanding of disaster management.
This suit is incredibly heavy; the layers of protective clothing weighed so much, and the boots were even heavier. I honestly wondered how our firefighters manage to carry a water hose in this gear. And beyond that, imagine having to lift and rescue victims from a burning structure while wearing all of that.
Great respect for every firefighter who puts their life at risk to save others. Their strength, endurance, and courage are on a completely different level.
Guess what we did on our last weekend in Japan?
We made it a point to visit Tokyo Tower for Julia before she returned home. Since she had to leave earlier than the rest of us due to personal reasons, it was important to share this experience with her before her departure.
The next day was all about preparing to go home. We went to buy a suitcase to fit all the souvenirs and treasures we had collected during our stay, a small, practical step that made the reality of leaving Japan feel a little closer.
Just look at me, carrying the new suitcase I bought for all my stuff down the station. Getting ready and fully prepared for the rest of the trip back home.
Then came our final presentation. I was the first to present, feeling a mix of nervousness and emotion, as the day of our return was drawing near. It was a bittersweet moment, proud to share our learnings, yet aware that our incredible journey in Japan was coming to an end.
I finally felt the relief of having completed the report. It was a satisfying mix of accomplishment, yet tinged with sadness, knowing that it was almost time to go home.
After all of us had presented our final reports, we made one final stop before the program's closing, a visit to the National Diet, Japan's bicameral legislature. The National Diet comprises the powerful House of Representatives as the lower house and the House of Councillors as the upper house.
The Night Riders on their last stroll in Japan, this time without Julia, who had already returned home. Our destination was Ginza, Tokyo's upscale shopping and entertainment district, known for its luxury boutiques, fine dining, and vibrant city streets.
And the next day, HOLA!
We were officially JICA KCCP completers. What an incredible and beautiful experience it has been. Looking back, every lecture, site visit, and moment of exploration felt meaningful, shaping not only our knowledge but also our perspective. I am deeply grateful for this journey, the people I met, and the memories I will carry with me forever.
Last attendance.
Thank you very much for this truly wonderful and unforgettable experience. Every moment has been a blessing.
Work, Wander, and Wonder in Japan
Part II
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Day 6
During our first weekend in Japan, we decided to join the JICA free bus tour. It was a wonderful opportunity to meet and spend time with participants from other countries and programs while exploring the sights together.
Our first stop was the Imperial Palace. We were only allowed to view it from a distance and could not go beyond that point.
The tour guide explained the history of the palace and the reasoning behind its landscape design, including the canals and even the orientation of the grounds. It was fascinating and informative, giving us a deeper appreciation of the thoughtfulness behind its construction.
Our next stop was the Asakusa Temple, and it was absolutely crowded. From this point, we decided to leave the bus tour group, which was perfectly allowed as long as we informed the coordinator. We wandered through the area and bought a few souvenirs.
And then, once again, we found ourselves walking quite a distance just to reach a halal ramen restaurant.
My meal cost 4,000 Yen, which honestly felt a bit steep, but at that point, hunger won over everything else.
And after such a long day, can you believe we still had the energy to explore Tokyo Station? I honestly don't know where that strength came from.
Day 7
On our first Sunday, we decided to explore the opposite side of the center on foot. We walked for about 25 to 30 minutes before turning back, only to realize we had missed our route. That tiny mistake turned our return into a 40 to 45-minute trek because we had unknowingly walked past the center.
And there I was, in slippers, trying to survive 18 to 19 degrees.
For someone like me, that temperature is already a challenge in itself.
And this marks the start of our second week in Japan.
We settled into a full stretch of discussions and lectures.
Yes, this is us, having small discussions outside the lecture rooms. Just kidding, we were actually being toured around the area. This is Green Springs.
Green Springs is located north of JR Tachikawa Station, draws people in, and fills an important community role through a refreshing infusion of nature into everyday life.
Boasting a multipurpose hall, hotel, cafés, restaurants, offices, and more, the sizable complex operates on the concept of forming a "well-being town" where the city, nature, and people coexist in harmony.
Hello, people.
Look at this, a Filipino dish served in the canteen. It felt a little comforting to see something familiar in the middle of all the new flavors and routines.
On the last day of the week, we paid a courtesy visit to one of the directors of the MIC. (the lady seated in the 3rd seat from the right)
Each of us received a small token. A towel featuring designs that highlight important aspects of Japan. According to them, it is considered a lucky towel, carrying special meaning for those who receive it.
One of the exciting things about the JICA Center is the recreational facilities available. You can play basketball, volleyball, badminton, table tennis, or pool in the JICA Hall, with all the necessary equipment provided. It's a great way to unwind and socialize after a busy day of training.
They even offer free Japanese language classes. Honestly, being able to experience all of this at the JICA Center feels really special.
Now, we are heading to Shinjuku on foot.
This time, we have a different navigator as we head toward the Tokyo Metropolitan Building, with the walk expected to take around 30 minutes. Let's see how this adventure unfolds.
Adding to the excitement, two new companions, Dennis and Ainura, joined us for this session of exploration. It's no longer just the Night Riders.
We made it a point to check our photo attendance, making sure everyone was still with the group.
Or it could also be that someone was simply taking the time to capture memories along the way.
For our second weekend, we visited Akihabara, another moment dedicated to exploring Japan.
For our second Sunday in Japan, we set off for Nagoya in Aichi Prefecture.
The highlight of the journey was riding the Shinkansen or Bullet Train. It is Japan's high-speed rail network, known for its speed, reliability, and punctuality, and has been operating since 1964.
We were booked on the Nozomi Bullet Train.
Nozomi primarily means "hope" or "wish" in Japanese.
Welcome to Nagoya City, Aichi Prefecture, Janina.
We headed first to the JICA Chubu Center before making our way to Nagoya Castle.
It was a bit warm that day, but still manageable and pleasant to explore. Japan is incredibly beautiful.
We took a leisurely walk around Nagoya Castle. At the time, the castle was undergoing renovations, so we were unable to approach it closely, but even from a distance, its grandeur was striking.
It is moments like this that make me truly grateful for the opportunity to participate in the program.
The following day, our activities began in earnest. We started the day at an Integrated Community Care Center in Toyoake, getting a firsthand look at how they support their residents.
This facility is designed to allow residents, particularly the aging population, to live in their familiar communities by providing integrated medical and nursing care.
Afterwards, we made our way to Asuke, a town that was later merged into the expanded Toyota City.
Asuke is a town characterized by a blend of a well-preserved, traditional townscape from the Edo Period.
It was a meaningful sequence, seeing both the services that shape community life and the places where that community actually unfolds.
During our program we adopted a practice where, at the end of each session, one participant would share an insight or reflection.
This particular day happened to be my turn.
Since we only had two days in Nagoya, we had to balance work and leisure at the same time. Haha, a true blend of productivity and exploration.
This is exactly the kind of travel I love, exploring and enjoying new places, but always with a purpose.
Work, Wander, and Wonder in Japan
Japan. Who wouldn't want to go there?
But imagine going not just for leisure, but for work, a trip fully sponsored, purposeful, and filled with learning opportunities.
I feel truly blessed to have had the chance to participate in the Japan International Cooperation Agency Knowledge Co-Creation Program (JICA KCCP). It wouldn't have been possible without the support of my office, our former minister (Atty. Sha Elijah B. Dumama-Alba), Misumi of JICA Philippines, and everyone who guided and assisted me along the way. I am deeply grateful for helping make this experience a reality.
The application process was no walk in the park. Between the strict medical requirements and the steps to secure an official passport, there were moments when I felt like giving up the opportunity. Yet, a part of me kept pushing, urging me to give it my all before letting go. I held on, persevered, and in the end, made it.
Finally, our journey to Japan began. Upon arrival at Narita Airport, we were warmly welcomed by the JICA Personnel, who guided us smoothly to the JICA Tokyo Center, making the start of our training experience both seamless and reassuring.
From Narita Airport, we took a bus and then a taxi to reach the Center. Everything had already been arranged by JICA, so all we needed to do was simply hop in and enjoy the ride.
Welcome to JICA Tokyo International Center, Janina.
At the information desk, the staff were exceptionally courteous and polite. They first showed us an AVP outlining the house rules and regulations, and then efficiently provided our room keys, entry cards, IDs, and meal cards, making the check-in process smooth and welcoming.
Here's my meal card loaded with 15,400 Yen, which I would present to the canteen staff each time I ate, and they would deduct the amount, a simple and convenient system that made dining easy to manage.
And here's my room (727), cozy and compact, yet equipped with everything I needed: an air conditioner, an air purifier, a mini fridge, a study table with a lamp, a cabinet, and even a TV (which, honestly, I never turned on). Of course, it also had its own private bathroom, making it a comfortable little haven during my stay.
First meal in Japan, looking healthy, right?
For someone used to flavorful, MSG-rich food, I have to admit the cafeteria meals tasted quite bland at first. I found myself mixing every seasoning available on the counter, trying to create something that would awaken my appetite and make the food more enjoyable. It was a small, personal challenge, but also part of the experience of adjusting to a new culture.
First evening walk in Japan.
We went out to pick up some necessities, like toiletries. Conveniently, we discovered a Lawson, FamilyMart, and a Matsumoto Kyoshi, which is just above the nearby station—everything we needed within easy reach.
Day 1
Our first day of training was light. There were no formal lectures yet, only a brief orientation and the initial processing of documents.
We also received a short briefing in preparation for our courtesy visit to the Local Autonomy College under the Ministry of Internal Affairs and Communications, which was scheduled for the next day and would officially mark the start of our program.
Part of the orientation was that we were provided with a living allowance, which was loaded onto a card. The card needed to be returned once the full amount had been withdrawn. Yeeey!
So after the brief orientation, we had some free time again, which meant another chance to walk around and explore the area surrounding the JICA Center. It felt refreshing to discover more of the neighborhood at our own pace.
Japan is just so remarkably clean, and the level of discipline you see everywhere is truly impressive.
People may appear busy and in a hurry, but it never feels overwhelming. There is calmness and quiet efficiency in the way everything moves.
Day 2
Finally, the day of our courtesy visit to the Local Autonomy College arrived. Officials from the Ministry of Internal Affairs and Communications and LAC warmly welcomed us. One of the delegates, Dennis from Uganda, delivered a message on behalf of all the participants.
There I am, sitting at the last seat in a lavender coat, feeling a bit awkward. Hahaha.
We were given a tour of the college. It is a similar institution to the Local Government Academy in the Philippines, but with a focus on building the capacity of government officials working in various public offices.
Welcome to Local Autonomy College, Janina.
Day 3
The next day brought our Inception Report Presentation, and it was quite intense. I had to deliver my entire report in English, which was a real test of confidence and skill. Yahoo.
The reporting itself was not overly difficult, but having everyone listen so attentively created a certain unease. Even when the process is straightforward, speaking in front of colleagues from other countries can be surprisingly nerve-wracking.
There I was, speaking as if I were representing the entire Philippines. At the same time, I was learning from my colleagues and from Japan itself. The experience was both humbling and inspiring, reminding me of the responsibility I carry and the value of gaining new perspectives from around the world.
After the presentation, we decided to reward ourselves with a visit to Shibuya. Wow!
Seeing the famous Shibuya Crossing in person was incredible, Masha Allah. I still couldn't believe I was actually in Japan, experiencing it all firsthand.
We also came across the famous Don Quijote store. It was so crowded that we couldn't explore much and ended up just making a quick U-turn. Even so, it was exciting to see such a popular spot in person.
That is me and Julia, trying to keep our spirits up after a very long walk around Shibuya. And mind you, we only explored a small part of it, yet we were already that exhausted.
Day 4
Another moment of enjoying Japan after one of our sessions. This time, we headed to Shinjuku, which was just one stop away from the nearest station.
It seems we really could not stop exploring, right?
And there I was, feeling and walking as if I were a local in Japan, blending into the rhythm of the city even for just a moment.
What really made us tired from walking was the search for a halal restaurant. Thankfully, we found one through Google, but it required about a twenty-minute walk. The first fifteen minutes felt manageable, but as we kept going, we slowly realized just how exhausting it actually was.
Time to head inside and give this place a try.
Ooh, alright. I’m not usually a fan of this type of cuisine, but after that exhausting walk, it seemed just right.
However… gaah! The beef is almost raw, at least to my taste.
Day 5
On another outing from the center, this time as a group, we formed a circle called the “Night Riders.” The name sounds so common, I know, and I honestly can't even explain how we ended up with it. But somehow, it stuck. Hahaha. On to Shinjuku we go, Night Riders.
It was quite funny because the group trusted me to navigate, even though I hardly knew the area, and my sense of direction is far from impressive.
We created a separate group chat for the Night Riders, mainly to share daily photos, mark attendance, and occasionally communicate during our night outings. The group included Julia, Reijieli, Rasheed, Aziza, and us.
We were freezing outside, as the temperature had dropped to 17 degrees, while waiting for Irene and Julia, who were still shopping at Uniqlo.
Sadly, we often don't acknowledge the simple things in life until they're threatened, impacted, or taken away from us somehow, which is an all too often occurrence. Sometimes, people don't realize how important the little things are until it's too late.
Along the way, I hope that we're able to underscore that our lives are more meaningful - and certainly more capable of meaning - than we might initially have supposed. Because our lives, already have significant edge that we fail to value, understand and appreciate.
And remember:
“[One] who is blessed with being thankful will be granted more. God says: ‘If you give thanks, I shall give you greater (favors).’”
Alhamdulillah. Taqabbal Allahu minna wa minkum. Eid Mubarak from my family to yours. #Eid2020 #Ramadhan1441
Stay inside.
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