ArtDeli 2

Finally after almost 2 years since we boarded up the ArtDeli after property prices at the Alley West (an alley we named!) soared to an all time high, we found a new home to the pop-up shop which has always held a unique spot in our hearts... We opened the new ArtDeli with my own solo exhibition (the day after my birthday) at a smaller but still quirky corner at a small hidden alley which we christened the Alley of Ghosts!

This is how we roll

Teach a kid how to skateboard and he rolls for life...

Meru - our new baby

A vanilla farm, artist's retreat and a villa resort, Meru is a perfect quiet getaway located just within the shadows of Angkor Wat.

This new property is the sister property of 1961 and is our new baby which we are slated to open in mid January 2014.

dog days

Our new year was not greeted by fireworks but by a new addition to our family in the form of 5 cute pug puppies. Chanel, who was heavily pregnant went into labor around 9pm, right after we had dinner at Sokha Hotel's Takezono restaurant. We were making our way into Pub Street for the new year festivities when we got the call from Grannie who decided to stay at home. Chanel gave birth to her first puppy!

We immediately made our way home and helped out Chanel. Having no experience in pet pregnancy, I had a baptism by fire when I assisted her bring out 4 more puppies which was difficult for her as she was only doting on the firstborn. Several amiotic sacs and umbilical cords later, the delivery was complete. 3 females and 2 males.

By midnight, the fireworks erupted as we welcomed the 5 pug puppies... Gucci, Pucci, Hermes, Dolce and Gabbana!

And so farewell to thee

It's a day before 2014.

So I have let an entire year gone by without posting anything on my blog. It's not about running out of bloggable ideas and adventures anymore but more so running out of time and running out of drive.

2014 was an incredible year of changes (we moved out of 1961 to a lovely new wooden house just right across the river), of partnerships and investments (partnered up with my Beijing-based buddy Kurt with 1961 and a new property called Meru), new family additions (we got ourselves 2 adorable pugs and i became an uncle for the first time when my younger sister gave birth to Howard Kian), of new adventures (amanpuri, but tugging along Freedom for the first time!) and of new aspirations coming true (our prayers of upgrading our ancient computers and DSLR cameras were finally answered)!

I had breakfast with a princess and a prince. We did our 2nd art festival. We're opening a 2nd hotel. Had our first high school reunion after 17 years. Dealt with our first robbery problem in 1961. My son did his first construction project ever- a luxury liner boat made out of wood. Taught photography to a former US senator. My wife fell in love with baking and gave us an addiction to her wonders-from-the-oven. Hosted actresses and rockstars in our home...

So like any other year, living in a wondefully crazy country like Cambodia gives you moments that deserve to be kept in a glass menagerie of memories, each day fleeting with unsurmountable challenges and joys that seem to coexist with no logic but work in perfect harmony.

So why haven't I blogged for a year?

I got so busy living and enjoying my life instead of writing about it...

all roads lead to laos!

So it's really happening! My first solo exhibition after almost 5 years which is also going to be opened in the UNESCO world heritage city of Luang Prabang which I have been dying to go to for the last 8 years...

Looking forward for this...

i shall return...

So I am finally coming "home" after almost 4 years, my longest absence from home country. I must admit I have gone quite distant from my feeling of longing for the Philippines.

I vowed not to return after a long time after the traumatizing experience I had during the Ketsana typhoon and flooding which turned Manila overnight into an Asian apocalyptic version of Kevin Costner's 90's hollywood flop Water World. From my last trips to Davao, Cebu, Boracay, Iloilo, Batangas and Manila, storms and water followed me incessantly and it even came all the way here to Cambodia where it flooded for the first time due to Ketsana reaching its borders.

I still recall hanging on to my dear life traversing the sea from Samal Island to the Davao City wharf with a small speed boat in the middle of a deluge at 3 am just so I can make it to my 5am flight to Cebu. I was living the set of The Perfect Storm and it was probably only my tongue that didn't get the lashing of the rain and sea water coming from all sides. I arrived at the Davao International Airport looking like a wet puppy, shaking from the cold and from the experience.

Then came Boracay and Batangas which were suppose to be perfect postcards of a thousand glorious summers. Coming there on September is probably a very bad idea, especially if you're there for work - shooting resorts and the destinations for a brochure. The search for the perfect sky and light is like looking for a lost 1000 peso bill in Divisoria.

Then the perfect coincidence of Typhoon Ketsana lashing its watery might to Manila on the same day I was flying out back to Cambodia. I was happily going about with my last minute shopping in Glorietta, but after an hour, I discovered that all its mall entrances were blocked with water and there were no taxis in sight. The underpasses were filled with water as well and I didn't happen to bring my scuba gear with me, so technically, I swam over to dry land to find a taxi to bring me to get my luggage in San Antonio Village where I was staying. Imagine my surprise when the guards at the village entrance told us the taxi couldn't go in anymore because the water level inside is already more than a meter high! So I had to fetch my 80-kilo luggage (3 bags - I know, this deserves another post!) on my own, in the middle of the waist deep water whose current is enough to make the Niagara Falls blush. Thankfully, my heavy luggage kept me anchored until I traversed the 1 kilometer journey safely - twice!

But of course, finding a taxi, getting your luggage and surviving the raging water is one thing. Getting to the airport is another.

As Manila's busy streets were instantly turned into rivers, we got stuck on the road for 8 hours. My flight was at 230pm so by 5pm, it was clear that it's impossible for me to beg Thai Airways to wait for me. At 8pm, I finally managed to find a hotel room (probably the last one) in Makati's red light district after Manila residents scrambled to find shelter in hotels.

I have stayed and lived in Manila for almost 5 years but this is probably the worst troubles I've ever seen the city tackle.

Now, this is my first time to go back after that, but even if I still picked the same month when the sunshine takes cover from the wrath of typhoons back home, I am still positively excited about it, considering how resilient my country has been, and how my fellow Filipinos who, even through the face of near cataclysmic events that come their way almost every day (typhoons, earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, tsunamis, protests, bad fashion from moms of millionaire boxers, bad presidents, etc), everybody still lives their lives with a big smile on their faces.

And that alone is enough to make me go back.

And of course, there's also the Pastillas de Leche donut at Go Nuts Donuts.