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It's five minutes past four on a Wednesday afternoon, and I'm sitting in the last Nissan Navara in a convoy of pickup trucks in the sand dunes of Ilocos Norte. There's a light breeze outside but shirts stick to ...

The first time I traveled to Siquijor, I missed my flight because I overslept. When I finally woke up, I had about three dozen missed calls from my friends all wondering where I was and what happened to me. I had to ...