For years, in vain have I searched for a steady, reliable travel buddy, who would silently endure my screwed up sense of direction and my perpetual lack of plans. I have posted ads on Facebook, bribed some people, written eloquent accounts of my travels - efforts that were all useless and even pathetic. If there's no one around, oh well, I figured that perhaps my own company is already enough for myself. So, on I traveled.
Today, I reviewed my old photos from my previous trips, and realized I had one constant companion. And he silently endured my quirks, suffered my tantrums, and witnessed all my travel highs. Some of my old pictures are lost but these are what I retrieved.
To my constant wandering partner, may your colors never fade even when mine do. May you find your way back to me no matter where my feet take me or wherever laundry you land on. May you never be blown away by strong winds, or snatched by unkind strangers. May you wipe more tears, sweat, and occasional blood from wounds. May you shield more dust and more sunlight from my eyes. May you see more of the country and more of the world with me
To my tubao, thank you! You have made each of my journeys a bad-hair-day-free experience.
Here's to more adventures. Cheers! :-)