The Philippines, a Tiny Story of Chasing The Unknown, Travel Diary Vlog

Last February, Nicole and I left cold Berlin behind and embarked on a long journey ahead to reach Manila in the Philippines. Through my travels I’ve surely learnt to enjoy flying, but I’ve always loved airports. Somehow they make me feel safe. They never sleep, never stop. Their hearts beat to the never-ending steps of fearless travellers who chose the sky as their road and a flying machine as their mean of transportation. How brave. Flying is a fine manipulation of time and space. Picking up pieces and people and moving them to a new location, precisely, without them having to make any effort. It’s a clever cheat on our mammal nature. Manila was all about streets and people, loooots of people. The smoke, the food, the cars, the noises, the fruits, the music, the parks, the traffic jams. After a few days of colourful and chaotic input, we decided to fly down to Cebu to seek calmer and wilder places. As a kid, I was scared of new places, scared of how big the world was. As if I would never understand it, as if I would always feel lost in it. Eventually that fear shifted, when I first started traveling by my own. Suddenly there was so much beauty in the unknown. I was finding out that this was my right place, my center point. Surrounded by the unpredictable, seeing for the first time, the moment where your life becomes an adventure, simply because you go where you’ve never gone before. It’s in those little moments, those raw moments, that we feel alive in a way that cannot be described. It took us almost a month before we made our way to Palawan. I realize now that we should have gone there first. We found silence there, true peace of mind. I’ve rarely felt so relaxed in my life as for the time we spent at Erlittop in Sibaltan, an hour away from El Nido. It felt like a memory of a past life, or something esoteric like that. But it felt so real. I don’t know what the next destination is. I don’t know where we will end up. But I know it’ll be new, a new chance to feel different, to see the world in all its beauty and complexity without ever seeing its totality. A new chance to transcend the fear and fall in love with the unknown. Music by Nicolas Huart Shot on Sony a6500 & GoPro Instagram: @nicolashuart Website: nicolashuart.com

Last February, Nicole and I left cold Berlin behind and embarked on a long journey ahead to reach Manila in the Philippines. Through my travels I’ve surely learnt to enjoy flying, but I’ve always loved airports. Somehow they make me feel safe. They never sleep, never stop. Their hearts beat to the never-ending steps of fearless travellers who chose the sky as their road and a flying machine as their mean of transportation. How brave. Flying is a fine manipulation of time and space. Picking up pieces and people and moving them to a new spot, precisely, without them having to make any effort. It’s a clever cheat on our mammal nature. Manila was all about streets and people, loooots of people. The smoke, the food, the cars, the noises, the fruits, the music, the parks, the traffic jams. After a few days of colourful and chaotic input, we decided to fly down to Cebu to seek calmer and wilder places. As a kid, I was scared of new places, scared of how big the world was. As if I would never understand it, as if I would always feel lost in it. Eventually that fear shifted, when I first started traveling by my own. Suddenly there was so much beauty in the unknown. I was finding out that this was my right place, my center point. Surrounded by the unpredictable, seeing for the first time, the moment where your life becomes an adventure, simply because you go where you’ve never gone before. It’s in those little moments, those raw moments, that we feel alive in a way that cannot be described. It took us almost a month before we made our way to Palawan. I realize now that we should have gone there first. We found silence there, true peace of mind. I’ve rarely felt so relaxed in my life as for the time we spent at Erlittop in Sibaltan, an hour away from El Nido. It felt like a memory of a past life, or something esoteric like that. But it felt so real. I don’t know what the next destination is. I don’t know where we will end up. But I know it’ll be new, a new chance to feel different, to see the world in all its beauty and complexity without ever seeing its totality. A new chance to transcend the fear and fall in love with the unknown. Again.