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Snaps from Bicol: Some sights and fashuns

 

Sup Chubsies, 

In this post I will tell you some stuff you probably already know about Bicol. (I actually just wanna post some pictures of this awesome, awesome place.) My wardrobe was pretty basic (as is usually the case when I’m travelling); obviously my running a fat fashion blog has yet to affect my disposition as far as ‘fab packing’ is concerned, especially on business trips when I have to run around and get my ass on public transportation. 

I was lucky to have seen the tip of Mount Mayon, a big-ass active volcano that is the proverbial landmark of the region. Some people with a lot of time on their hands cooked up this myth that if you don’t see the tip of the volcano on your first visit (if it’s cloudy or an airplane crashes and envelopes it in a thick cloud of smoke or if a promotional blimp passes by and blocks your view - but most probably the first), chances are you won’t be visiting Albay again. FYI, Mt. Mayon is famous for its almost perfect cone shape. 

It’s quite pretty, actually: 

I took this photo while on a ordinary (non-air conditioned) bus from Malilipot, Albay on my way back to my hotel. The old lady who had the window seat offered to switch places with me, and like a jerk I refused only to take her up on her offer after 2 seconds. 

I didn’t actually take a lot of photos because I am as lazy as my cats. One of the photos I took was this: 

Damn Nature, U Scary.

This used to be a concrete bridge that allowed vehicles to park near the Cagsawa Ruins. As you can see, the bridge is now gone, swept away by massive floods that continue to plague this sleepy town. While it doesn’t allow motor vehicles to pass through, this ghetto bridge lets residents, shop owners and visitors get to the other side without resorting to rappelling or white water rafting. 

  

Cagsawa belfry marker 

Some 200 years ago (I pulled that number out of my ass), a strong-as-fuck eruption of Mayon sentenced some 2,000 people (again, out of my ass) who sought refuge in the Cagsawa Church to their deaths. That tower? Yep, only part left visible after lava and volcanic stuff buried the rest of the structure. Shit gets real, etc. 

The weather in Albay was okay when I was there. Clear skies in the day, a little drizzle in the afternoon, no sweat. Actually, I was confident I will take a good photo when I go to Cagsawa Ruins to take the obligatory turista souvenir picture. Needless to say, I was pretty disappointed.  

So instead, I asked a Manang who sold me some orchids (to bring home to my mom) to take a photo of me in front of the ruins AND TO NOT CUT OFF THE TOP OF THE TOWER. 

 

OOTD

Skull printed cropped top: Thrifted

Black tank top (used as undershirt): Kamiseta

Shorts: SM Department Store

Bag: Longchamp 

Slippers: Havaianas 

Sunnies: RayBan 

Bicolano dog is Bicolano and kyots.

All pieces in this outfit have been featured all over the blog separately. If you wanna ask about a specific piece, let me know through my askbox. 

This was taken in Busay Falls, located seven kilometers south of Tabaco City. This drop is the first tier of three- (or seven?? - conflicted accounts, check if you must), and is accessible by a 10-minute tricycle ride. Going up the upper tiers was out of the question (hiking and shit). The supplier I visited was nice enough to bring me there and honestly, I was quite stoked. I may have let out a squeal of delight, but not after the tricycle driver told me how beautiful I am and maybe I should consider joining The Biggest Loser, ya know, to be ~HAWTER~. Manong, I said, maybe you should migrate to the States and join THE SWAN, then told him to Google that shit. /hairflipped back and forth

Hunny chubbies, what are the most annoyingly ingenious ways you’ve been told you are fat? Share! Or ask me anything! 

XOXO, 

Her Royal Chubness

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