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This bleeding heart plant is transplant from my grandmother. She passed away a few years ago that this is always a nice reminder that she is always with my family.
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DAY 140
The last time I was in the Philippines was when I was 5 years old, so I really only have faint memories of barbecued banana, chasing a chicken around the village and getting an epic bleeding nose in a shopping mall. But going back to my mum’s hometown after two decades has been a really emotional experience. Back in Tassie I have a small family, so you can imagine my surprise when I stepped out of the car to see roughly 30 relatives with ear to ear smiles elated by my arrival. Kisses on the cheeks, handshakes all round, being tugged this way and that – I honestly didn’t know that I had this much family. They cooked up a massive feast, at which everyone wanted to talk to me and everyone wanted to sit next to me. But the truly moving part of it all was just seeing how much they love me. These people, my relatives, that don’t even know me, love me with all their hearts. I played games and practiced English with my younger cousins, then did shots of brandy and ate chicken brains with my older cousins. It was a really cool part of my trip and I’m so glad that I took the time to go visit them.
I love the Philippines, but Manila has to be the worst city I’ve been to. I would come back to the Philippines in a heartbeat, but I think I would simply refuse to get off the plane in Manila and demand they take me to another airport. It’s just so damn busy. We spent hours scare-crowing it on the scorching streets of that overpopulated city begging for a cab to rescue us. We spent even longer sitting in said cabs, stationary in the grid lock traffic. And the shopping malls. Don’t even get me started on those bloody shopping malls. There are about as many shopping malls in Manila as there are sprinkles on a chocolate freckle, and I got lost more times than I care to remember. There was one day that I entered a mall, which fused into several other malls and I suspect other postcodes, and by the time I remerged I had lost several kilos, the iPhone had reverted back to a square model and I had a Gandalf sized beard. But it was worth it to spend some time with Mama Jo. I learnt things I never knew about my mum’s past, all while we gallivanted around the city enjoying the best foods that the Philippines has to offer.
After leaving mum my first instinct was to get away from the craziness of the big city life, so I made a beeline down to El Nido in Palawan and there I stayed for about a week. El Nido is a real stunner, I’d say it’s like a tropical version of Halong Bay. The water is every shade of blue imaginable, the beachside town is stress-free and makes for the perfect jumping off point for the archipelago. Here I met Auriel and Joanna and we spent days exploring the uninhabited islands that are scattered around the bay. We visited numerous swimming spots but my favourite had to be a cave we found in Small Lagoon. Snorkeling around Small Lagoon, trying not to bump into the packs of tourists splashing about in the turquoise water we came across a tiny crack in one of the limestone cliffs. We squeezed our way through and found a cave no bigger than a boxing ring. The rugged razor sharp rocks poked out from the walls and through cracks in the ceiling two beams of light penetrated the darkness and illuminated the water an emerald green. We floated in the hidden cave and marveled at our discovery until it was finally time to leave.
Itching to get back into the water, I did three dives over the course of two days. My night dive had to be the best though. We went down and my divemaster searched the seafloor and pointed out various different fish including octopus, squid, cuttlefish, catfish, cowfish, angelfish, frogfish and every other kind of fish you can imagine! But the real highlight was when we got ambushed by a school of these tiny fish, each was no bigger than a finger. They spiraled around us and everywhere I flashed my torch, it was all I could see. It wasn’t until we found a photographer with his floodlight that I realised how many fish there actually were. His beacon of light bled into the black water and revealed hundreds of thousands of these little fish-fingers swimming in formation around us. It really was one of those heart-stopping, ‘can’t believe my fucking eyes’ kind of moments. I hovered there paralyzed by the sight for a solid 20 minutes I reckon.
That night Auriel, Joanna and I got drunk on the beach drinking 1L bottles of San Mig and watching a storm crackle and bellow in the far distance of the ocean before dancing the night away in the reggae bar. The next day in our hungover state we hired kayaks and paddled out to the surrounding islands. Keeping a determined eye on our destination and being careful not to rock my kayak too much as violet jellyfish the size of small toddlers danced below the surface using their hypnotic charm in an attempt to lure me into their deadly grasp. When we finally made it to an island we were even more hungover than when we started and the sun’s heat had turned me inside-out like a busted saveloy. We found a beach all to ourselves and here we had an afternoon siesta under the shade of an old tree. This place is too good to be true, Philippines is king when it comes to beaches.
I spent my last few days in Puerto Princesa motorbiking out to the surrounding beaches and waterfalls, and now I’m waiting for my flight out of the Philippines. I didn’t really think about it until now but it has just occurred to me that I’m actually leaving South East Asia. I’ve almost been here for 5 months and man I have loved every minute of it. I have got so used to the lifestyle over here and I am going to miss so much. The stunning beaches: warm water, white sand, palm trees. The food: eating like a king on the street for a dollar, fresh fruit, cheap beer, fruit shakes, banh mi’s! Ahh well, bigger and better things always seem to await me.
JGazz – beach don’t kill my vibe
This mini-pond had been cut off from the river due to the heat and so instead of the usual flowing water is was just a pond with all sorts growing in it and I found all the branches of tree or roots had begin to have this bleeding colour on it.
Bleeding Heart vine
Clerodendrum thomsoniae
Family Verbenaceae or Lamiaceae
The Hunt Grove, Merritt Island, Florida, USA.
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My heart is bleeding right now as my dear sweet big boy Elliot has been sick and after a battery of tests, the prognosis is not good.. He has diabetes and renal (kidney) failure..
I will spend as much time with him as I'm able and cherish these last days with him ♥
I hate to frighten you, dear visitors, but one has to face the fact that this stone appears to be bleeding.
Happy Halloween! 🎃
Beautiful bleeding heart dove (Gallicolumba luzonica) found at the Toronto Zoo. This gorgeous little feller did not shy from the large crowd--instead he struck a pose!
Always one of my favorite spring flowers. Reminds me of my child hood. My mom had bunches of these growing on the side of our house. These are from my garden in Candia NH.
ضَــايِقْ وَلَـو إِنّــي مَــعْ النّــاسْ مَــزّاحْ !
مَــا وِدّي أبْــدِي ضِيْقَــةْ الصّــدِرْ وابُــوحْ !
أَمُــوتْ مَـا صِحْــتْ بـ ِجــرُوحْ الــزّمَنْ آآح !
وأصبِــرْ وَلـوَ إنّي مَــع الجَــرْحْ مَذبُــوحْ !
أَقَــاوِمْ جِــرَاحْ وتِتْعِبْنِــيْ جِــرَاحْ !
وَابْنِـي مِنْ الآمَــالْ لأيّامِــي صُــرُوحْ !
وَأَقُولْ .. رَآآآح الهَــمْ .. والهَــمْ مَـا رَاحْ !
وَلا أَدْرِي مِنْ هُمُــومْ الزّمَـنْ وِينْ بَــرُوحْ !
وِإنْ لَاحْ دَمْــعْ العِينْ بِالعِيــنْ مَــا طَــاحْ !
وِإنْ طَاحْ فَـ افْـهَـمْهَـا .. مَـع طَلْعَـةْ الــرّووحْ !
This photo was chosen as a semi-finalist for Nature's Best Photography Magazine Photo Contest for 2013. Nature's Best Photography has a showing at the Smithsonian Museum in Washington, DC every year.
- The bleeding heart flower repels water but those two droplets remained on the flower because it was the only spot that water would stay.
- Baldwin, NY
- April 14, 2012
- April 30, 2010
- I think this is one of Mother Nature's best creations. However, contact with the plant can cause skin irritation because the entire plant is toxic.
Sentir cada noche como profundiza mi dolor, si es que tantos palos en un año provocan mi temor, de volver a querer, confiar y sentir, volver a sentir que no estás aquí.
Derramo lágrimas como en aquella semana de pesadillas que se recreaban en mi cama, los llantos dejaban su huella en la almohada, tanto fingir aseguro que no sirve de nada... Si es que cada segundo que pasa noto tu ausencia si te vas, si es que sé que hasta que no vaya no te podré tocar, dulce tacto, cuando nuestras pieles entraron por primera vez en contacto, y será especial...