Looking around here and there.
While traveling in Angeles, Philippines, one of the things that felt completely different from Korea wasn't the unexpectedly grand tourist spots, but rather the neighborhood commercial districts I'd accidentally stumble upon while riding around the city in a car.
As you drive around in Angeles, small alleys endlessly appear on both sides of the main road. At first, you just think of them as ordinary residential streets or neighborhood alleys. But if you mindlessly turn your head to look inside an alley, you strangely see people. Not just one or two, but quite a few people coming and going.
If you look a little closer, small shops are gathered there one by one. There are restaurants, small bars, convenience store-type shops, barber shops, laundry places, and shops selling everyday items. In some places, people pull chairs out onto the roadside and eat food, while in other places, motorcycles and jeepneys bustle in and out, overflowing with their own kind of life and energy.
The funny thing, though, is that just a few dozen meters further down, there is a much larger commercial district.
It makes you wonder if there's even any need to go all the way into that alley.
If you walk just a little further, there are bigger shops, more restaurants, and wider, cleaner roads, yet people insist on gathering in that tiny alley. When I see that while driving past, my head turns before I even realize it.
What on earth is in there?
At first, it was just simple curiosity.
But to the friend driving for me, even that seems fascinating. As we're driving along and I suddenly turn my head to stare down an alley, my friend laughs. They probably think to themselves, "He's looking at that thing again." They've even asked me before why I keep looking. I told them I do it unconsciously, without even realizing it.
However, I found those alleys quite interesting.
It's hard to see sights like this easily in Korea. Of course, neighborhood alleys exist in Korea too, but most of them are somewhat known commercial areas or places with a specific purpose. In Angeles, though, people gather in completely unremarkable places. Just a short step away from the main road, another small neighborhood appears, and inside that neighborhood, there is its own way of life.
And right there, there are the local people.
Strangely enough, I found that amusing.
Do these people actually live here?
How long have these shops been here?
Why did people start gathering in this alley?
With a larger commercial district just a bit further away, what on earth is the reason they come all the way here?
As I watch the scenery passing by outside the car window, I end up lost in these trivial thoughts.
Sometimes, rather than just a small alley, a surprisingly decent-looking commercial district pops up. That's when a momentary sense of anticipation builds.
Oh? This place looks pretty good!
Whenever that happens, I ask my friend to pull over for a second. Then I get out of the car and take a slow walk through the alley.
In truth, I'm not going in because there's something specific I need to buy. There are no famous tourist attractions. It's not a famous restaurant I found by searching the internet. It's just a place I happened to discover while passing by.
Yet, strangely, walking through places like that is enjoyable.
Watching what people are eating, seeing what kinds of shops are there, venturing a little deeper into the alley, and heading down another path when it opens up. Before you know it, you even temporarily forget the fact that you're a tourist.
It feels like getting a brief glimpse right into the middle of the everyday lives of the people living there.
I suppose this might be what the real fun of traveling is all about.
Visiting famous tourist spots and taking pictures is travel, too, but so is finding an alley that strangely catches your eye while driving around with no particular plan—and then getting out of the car to walk it yourself because you're curious why people are gathered there.
The alleys of Angeles seem like they have nothing special, yet they have something.
They aren't flashy, nor are they perfectly neat. At times they are narrow, crowded, and by Korean standards, many look quite worn down. Yet, there are definitely people living in them, people running businesses, people eating meals, and people meeting friends to chat.
On the main road, you see the city; in the alley, you see life.
I think I came to realize this little by little while traveling in Angeles.
So now, when I'm traveling by car, I find myself looking at the alleys rather than large buildings or famous spots. What might be at the end of that alley? Why are those people gathered over there? Might another small commercial district I didn't know about appear once again?
And whenever I actually discover a place like that, it inexplicably puts me in a good mood.
Travel doesn't always seem to be about heading straight toward a destination.
Sometimes it's about turning your head on a road you used to pass by mindlessly, feeling a sense of curiosity about a single small alley you accidentally found. And following that curiosity by getting out of the car to take a slow stroll.
Looking back, some of the most enjoyable moments I had in Angeles were precisely those kinds of moments.
Stepping into an alley where you know nothing, and gazing upon the everyday lives of people you know nothing about.
That alone made the trip more than fun enough.