Rustles, whispers and muffled noises

Categories abroad, blog carnival, I Travel
Dusk, night. Lots of things happen.

From a friend’s account.

The streets were perfumed with cardamom and the faint smell of joss sticks lit at a buddhist shrine along the road wafted. Dusk was settling in and Siem Reap was ready to turn on the lights.

A motorbike passed. In the invading twilight, fleeting glances, a half smile. Heads turn and the driver stopped. There was hesitance. Casual glances and head turning, more smiles. A walk and a talk. Short. Crisp and an exchange of numbers.

Can I visit your hotel this midnight sir?

And Cinderella came without her carriage or pumpkin, nor her footmen or mice. Neither were her glass slippers but a teeny weeny blouse, a short skirt and slippers. A knock. A knock. Muted conversations. Whispers and the sound of a door locked. More whispers and muted rustles. A creak and thump, dull noises and the sound of an old airconditioning unit and tired fan trying to drown out the muffled moans of the night.

This is my entry to Ron’s hosting of the November Blog Carnival with theme “Hello Stranger” at

Estan Cabigas is freelance photographer, blogger and writer based in Makati City, the Philippines. A true blue Cebuano, he makes stunning images and meaningful photo stories. His work has been published in local and international publications including National Geographic Magazine, Geo (Germany), Sunday Times Magazine (London) and other publications.

He is also a peripatetic traveler and has traveled to all 81 Philippines provinces.

I'm open for work, collaborations and inquiries, including hotel, restaurant and site features and reviews.

5 thoughts on “Rustles, whispers and muffled noises

  1. this is way better Estan 😉 strangers met up this was and a muffled moans? haha

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