If someone mention Marlboro, what’s the first thing you think of?
I would definitely answer the Marlboro cigarette tv ad. Remember, the very masculine cowboy steering the wild horses at the terrainous hills.
Marlboro Hills in Batanes is very far from the killer commercial. It is majestic, beautiful, and takes my breath away in a very very healthy way. It has no more horses because breeding them proved to be more costly but less profitable. It’s alright that there are no horses and it was not a disappointment. I don’t think Batanes could ever disappoint me. From the first moment I caught a glimpse of the islands from the plane, I’m pretty sure the beauty I’m seeing up in the clouds has more to offer when I’m actually immerse in it.
heights and depths
hedges and plains
nature’s harmonic orchestra
blinded by the burst of colors of sunshine and landscape