Queen of the South

Just outside the Mactan airport: Carlo, Dai, and Eloise.




Eloise, (a stunned) Dai, and me.




Waterfront Hotel in Lahug.




Columns in the east (?) wing of the hotel.




Perfect lighting.




First day of the convention. We sat all the way at the back at first, a deed later deemed as “not nice.” Mwahahaha. Carlo, Ate Glory, Eloise (standing), Jasmin, Dai, and Rollan (blurry).




Beside their posters (clockwise from top left): Aisa, Dai, Ate Glory, and Eloise.




Representatives of M8: me, Aileen, Madel, and Aisa.




Scientists of the world, unite! That’s Dean Azanza at dead center.




Me, Carlo, and Kuya Frank bored out of our wits. Bottomless coffee kept me from nodding off but did nothing to help the bladder problem.




My fly. Kidding! Zipper ng jacket ko.




The geeks of Albert Hall, after taking down the posters: Jana, Aiko, Madel, Aisa, me, Kuya Marvin, and Boris (sitting).




Happy hour at Slabadu.




Aherm.




Me with the girl who swears she never gets drunk.




Manila-bound and aboard the SuperFerry 12.




Blue, above and below the horizon.




Sitting on the deck, one just feels dwarfed.




Near sunset, somewhere in the Visayas.




Dining hall of the vessel. Bad food, but Session Road in their CD player.




Ambushing the control center.




The MNP kids, with the Captain (standing and fourth from left) and two of his crew.




Bedtime stories: Ate Glory reminiscing about how she and her boyfriend met. Dai, covered in sheets, listens intently.




Minutes before docking: Ate Glory, Carlo, me, Jas, and Dai.




Murky bay, air pollution, and thieving cab drivers. Home, in other words.