As a traveller, “Ithaca” is one of my favorite poems. When I read it, I would visualize some of the places that I have been to– the airports, the sea ports, the trains, the jeepneys... the public markets, the bus stops... the loneliness, the fears, the fun... The journey was a long one, mine may not have been one continuous but it was all so worthwhile... to one day understood by then what Life means. Solo biking in Angono ITHACA , C. P. Cavafy (1910, 1911) As you set out for Ithaca hope that your journey is a long one, full of adventure, full of discovery. Laistrygonians and Cyclops, angry Poseidon-don't be afraid of them: you'll never find things like that on your way as long as you keep your thoughts raised high, as long as a rare sensation touches your spirit and your body. Laistrygonians and Cyclops, wild Poseidon-you won't encounter them unless you bring them along inside your soul, unless your soul sets them up in front of you. Hope that your jour...