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Sex and the City’s Manhattan Apartment

I can’t wait for Homeland to start in September. I am still catching up with Scandal weekly. Both me and Rolex do but there is one new series that I am pretty sure, only me would endure and not him : The Carrie Diaries. While trying to figure out how can I watch it knowing that my housemate a.k.a my husband will not be very happy, I stumbled upon Candace Bushnell, the author of Sex and the City’s Manhattan apartment which she shares with her husband. Just a thought, did her husband like to watch Sex and the City? Oh well…

Candace Bushnell home

Sex and the City's Manhattan Apartment

photo credit: elledecor

 

Cheers!


Rolex and Halloween

This is a very late post.Bow.

I don’t know if its a sign of luck or what but Rolex was born once upon a time on November 1. Enough said, enjoy this photo overload on how we celebrated his birthday.

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Picnic by the beach.

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Drove all the way to Jebel Sifah for the first time.

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Picturesque Jebel Sifah Resort in Oman

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Click…click…click

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Drop by in another beach…can’t get enough beaches!

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Halloween Costume???

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We joined the Halloween Party at the Safari Club in Grand Hyatt Hotel then hopped to Why Not Bar in Golden Tulip Seeb after 12midnight.

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Spent another afternoon in another beach on the day itself of this boy’s birthday (to relieve the hangover?)

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We also watched the last full show of  Skyfall (James Bond) at the newly opened Muscat Grand Mall.

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It was 2 days of sleep, rest, eat…haha! as usual I tend to forget food photos. Whenever Im hungry, the rest is amnesia. By the way, thanks to HSBC coupons, all the food we devoured were always at 50% off. Big thanks also to our friends at Golden Tulip Seeb Hotel for the usual warm welcome.

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And then we went home. Happy Birthday hon!

* all photos were taken using my Iphone 5 (I wish) Iphone4s.

Cheers!


Masirah Unplanned Part 2

Who doesn’t want long holidays please raise your hand. I know someone, my boss. Sounds weird, no? It is common for expats not to find anything to do in this “Land of Kaugahan”. You just have to be adventurous and you will realize that it is not really that “uga” (dull) after all.

Being a muslim country, the EID Al Adha here is like a huge festivity, just like Christmas for Christians. Imagine, I am off from work from 25 October to 2 November. That’s quite loooong. Mine and Rolex’ feet started to itch, what’s the plan? Many places came to mind…India, Sri Lanka, Dubai, Qatar etc. However, there was not much time to prepare and hello the airfare expectedly skyrocketed. I also wish we hold a “pasaporte diplomatico” :)

We decided to just stay in Oman for the holiday anyways we are up for something in the coming halloween and Rolex’ birthday on November 1, until a colleague called up and here we are headed to where? Undecided place. To cut it short, we found ourselves in the airport not to fly but to hire a rent-a-car (Sultana is a pampered car not allowed to be brought in an unknown terrain???) It was a feat since the rent-a-car services were either close (read:non-working holiday) or there was no available vehicle. We came around 4pm and finally get hold of a Ford Mondeo by 7:30pm and our journey to Masirah Island along with Ramil, Mark and Ate Oyie has begun.

None of us has been to Masirah. Ive seen it once featured on TFC but never left an impression on me (I find it so faraway). According to the map, it is 450 km away from Muscat. Goodluck to us.

Rolex was driving at least a good 2 hours in this sight.

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After 4 hours on the road, we reached the port at 3am. The ferry to the island leaves at 6am. We dozed off until the shiny sun smiled upon us.

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I had my favorite egg sandwhich and cappucino for breakfast.

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The ferry ride to Masirah Island is almost 1 hour and 45 minutes.

Since it was unplanned, we arrived at the island with no hotel reservations. Before leaving the house I told Rolex that I am not sleeping in a tent. I would rather stay home for the next 2 or 3 days (I must love my bed so much that I would rather be with it than to be in a beautiful place in a tent). I may act a little choosy but I spent all my life being a girl scout attending 2-3 campings in a year and at this age, I would love to be in nice comfy sheet when Im vacationing. Unfortunately there were only 4 living hotels in the island. While still in the ferry Rolex called each one of them and they were all fully booked. My excitement started to drop. Upon arrival we still walked in the hotels only to validate that it is really fully booked. Thank God, we met a fellow Filipino while in the ferry and when we called her for SOS, her family was also booked in the same hotel where we were begging for a room. After a series of talks and waiting in vain, we managed to get 2 rooms at Masirah Island Resort at RO 75 or around $195 per roomnight and checked in by 1pm.

Masirah Island Resort

Masirah Island Resort Poolside at night

Masirah is just a small island. You can tour around the island in 1 hour without stop-overs. Here are some snaps.

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It felt like we have the entire island to ourselves. Most people go there for fishing and that might explain the reason why I didn’t see them swimming. The beach was serene in white powdery sand comparable to Boracay Island in the Philippines. Aside from swimming, camping and fishing, you can also do crabbing in Masirah. Our friend Ramil got hooked that he killed caught (poor crabs) almost 2 kilos of crabs which we feasted on for dinner. The island looks so “virgin” that we got lost and were not able to visit some of the sights (at least we have a reason to come back). On the way home, we dropped by at the salt bed a few kilometers away from the port. It was a long stretch of arid land which reminds me that yes, I am in the desert but its worthy for a photo op.

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Rolex tasting if it is really salt or something.

Now, remember the dark road we trekked on the way to the island? This is how it looks like in broad daylight.

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Bye Masirah! I will definitely see you again. Inshallah…

photo credit: ByBernard Photography, Mark Mampolino, thekaloka instagram

Cheers!

PS. When driving to Masirah Island, always keep an open eye. Camels just come passing by anytime, anywhere.


Roma + Vaticano Part 2

As promised here’s a showdown of what Rolex is doing when we travel. I can’t help but marvel at the beauty of these monumental tourist spots of Rome & Vatican, ByBernard style.

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Roma + Vaticano

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Victor Emmanuel Monument

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St. Peter’s Basilica at night

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Roman Ruins

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Trevi Fountain

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The Roman Pantheon

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Castel Sant’ Angelo

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The Roman Colosseo

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St. Peter’s Basilica in broad daylight

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Cheers!


Roma + Vaticano

I already missed travelling…the last time I traveled was 2 months ago (wink). Well the very reason that prompts me to think about going out for a break is the coming EID holidays which means an approximately 5-day-holiday. So I was browsing through our travel photos and realized that I haven’t really made a “decent” post about our Rome and Vatican trip last year. Yeah, its so last year but I would rather blog it right now (this blog has actually turned into a diary too) before I forget since I can’t really totally rely on my own time to make the scrapbook (booo).

Rolex just wanted to go to Vatican only. We arrived Rome in the afternoon and left in the evening of the following day (imagine?). So we booked a bed & breakfast just a stone throw away from the Vatican.

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Breakfast with a view of St. Peter’s Basilica

I would consider this leg of our European trip as a hush-hush as we were into a lot of misadventures. First, from the Fiumicino airport we took a bus that will bring us to Termini railway station in Rome. I was literally shocked as I didn’t expect Termini to look like I was transported to the regular Manila train station except that people are Italian. In fact for the 3 years that I stayed in Manila (Makati to be exact), I can only count by my fingers the times that I took the MRT. To make it worst, there were plenty of renovations of the subway that we have to go deep down (tunnel etoh!) to get to our first train ride in Rome. To make it even worst, it was already around 5 or 6pm and everybody was just on their way out  from work so the train was a major  blockbuster (we have to stand until we get to our destination).

When we arrived at our destination, I can see the Vatican walls so I am quite sure we are on the right place. We settled in our hotel room and freshen up. I just really wanted to sleep and call it a day. It was a tiring train ride plus we just came from Germany. But a big NO is right there in front of me. We will be leaving the following day so alright, let’s make the best out of here. Now, which bus to ride is the question of the night. We asked but the driver of the bus said “no speak English” my dear. Luckily, there was a Filipino family on vacation too and with them is their relative, a nun who has lived in Rome for a while so she gave us directions (in fact we were on the same bus together). They warned us about possible theft as pick-pockets are rampant in Rome (can’t help but think about the mafia connection). Seriously, the benefit of travelling with a companion is that you always look after each other. So in Rome, Rolex and I looked after each other’s valuables. Its not really that scary but a member of that Filipino family lost a huge amount of euros while in queue to get inside St. Peter’s Basilica.

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Devouring an authentic Italian pizza

In Europe, I always like to eat outside the cafes (feel na feel ang ambiance). Can you see Rolex’ tripod? I hate that it eats up space in our luggage which means I have to unpack some outfits, haha!

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The night life in Rome is very alive.

If there is one reason why I would still like to go back to Rome is the night life. We really never get to party though we spent a few minutes in this side where there are alot of bars lining beside the the long river.

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Rolex and I love this. We want to join the movie goers.

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Streetfood! I think I am eating mais (grilled corn cob)

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The exhausted tourists.

So tired we never really have the energy to climb up the Spanish Steps (Scalinata della Trinità dei Monti). I heard, it is the widest staircase in Europe.

The following day was a hectic day! First stop is of course is the Vatican. We also went there before retiring in our hotel room the night we arrived and we were stupid enough to ride a taxi from where we had dinner and realized that is was just a walking distance. Fine! my legs are screaming, right?

We were early at St. Peter’s. So happy to avoid the long queue, yay!

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St. Peter’s Basilica

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The Swiss Guard in Vatican

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Men in Suits at the Entrance

See these men in suits? Now, move back to my photo outside St. Peter’s Basilica. They wont allow me to enter because I am wearing a mini, above the knee. What? How come I didn’t know? Well, another uninformed tourist on the loose, haha! So always find out the dress code. Rolex had to rush to the nearby shop to buy me a scarf that will cover my freakin’ legs. Just imagine because I wont post a photo here. I look ridiculous.

photo credit:zimbio

No I didn’t saw Jennifer Aniston during our Vatican trip but how come she was allowed to enter St. Peter’s Basilica in those sleeveless mini dress? That’s not fair (just saying). I know I am NO-Jennifer Aniston.

Inside St. Peter’s Basilica

From St. Peter’s Basilica we moved to the Vatican Museum and then to Sistine Chapel (where another set of men in suits keep shouting “no photos! no camera!”)

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You will see alot of these inside the Vatican Museum

The ceiling of  Sistine Chapel

The Sistine Chapel is towards the end of the museum tour. I can’t help but wonder, has Michael Angelo gone crazy to paint all of these? I kept clicking my small camera secretly while the men in suits are shouting and re-shouting “no photos! no cameras!”.

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Lunch break after the food is over with Castel Sant’Angelo on the background

Yes, we ate our lunch here. We just had panini (sandwich) and obviously the can of Coke is mine while the bottle of water belongs to Rolex.

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The Colosseum

How come its not me on this picture? There is one misadventure behind this famous ancient structure in Rome. While still in the airplane, the Colosseum is already visible (mode: excited). So that same day we arrived Rome, our first tour stop is really the Colosseum. It was already evening and as expected it was already closed. We thought that was already the end of it so Rolex tried his best to get a nice night shot of the structure in case we can’t come back anymore. The next day, there was still a  little time left before we leave for Venice and et viola we discovered that we were actually at the back of the Colosseum the previous night and the magnificent view is actually the front view.haha!

Here are some more snapshots from our Rome + Vatican trip.

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In memory of the mini Zara dress that won’t fit me anymore right now. Now find the scarf!

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The freelaoder. Rolex loves the fact that drinking water is free in Rome. I bet the dog loves it too, but I refuse to drink it (read: maarte lang).

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Follow the leader. I will forever be a girl scout.

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Italian adventure will not be complete without having a scoop of gelato (ice cream).

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The Vatican wall. Still trying to figure out how Tom Cruise managed to climb op the walls in Mission Impossible (precisely impossible).

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Im so happy Rolex, the photographer found his moment to pose in front of the camera.haha!

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My favorite photo of myself (read: vain).

It was one hell of misadventures that Rolex and I enjoyed (well, I didn’t enjoyed the part when we have to walk and it was very humid). Please understand, I had enough sun here in the “Land of Kaugahan”. But I didn’t have enough of Rome so I wouldn’t mind coming back. At least now I know the dress code!

PS. Yes I am bringing a jacket because it wont fit in the luggage.

PPS. The decent pictures ByBernard style will follow. So stay tuned.

Cheers!


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