Travel & Cigarettes

Exactly two years ago, I put out my last cigarette.

It was a habit I never imagined I would be able to kick, especially as a traveler. For almost a decade, I lit at least 10 sticks a day. Some days, when things got so stressful, I could finish an entire pack. My cigarettes were my constant companion, a lover I always wanted to dump but I thought could never go without. Our relationship was based on false satisfaction — unhealthy, obsessive, suffocating. But he made me feel so, so good.

Without him, things felt incomplete and unreal. From the balcony of my hotel room, the view of trees enveloped in mist and the foggy outlines of mountains was not pretty enough until I see it through my own sheet of smoke. The karst cliffs rising in the horizon as I laze on the beach were not as arresting until there’s a stick in between my fingers. A meal wasn’t filling (or fulfilling) until I add nicotine for dessert.

But it wasn’t just about pleasure. I felt more useful when smoking. My best stories and marketing strategies were conceived and born in between hot tea sips and cigarette puffs on rainy nights. And when I was backpacking alone, it helped me make new friends with other, uhm, smokers. Many of the conversations with strangers began with “Do you have a light?” And when there was no one, at least I had something to do while standing outside. I had depended on it for a long time, enslaved by it.

In my sinful affair with smoking, it’s clear who was in control. And it wasn’t me.

Travel kept me trapped in it. But travel also got me out of it.

I was in Australia when I decided to finally kick the habit.

Even before the trip, I knew we would be trekking a lot so I decided to stop smoking temporarily to prepare for it. JUST TEMPORARILY. But on our first day, I realized just how much my body had changed. I’ve always liked treks. For most of my life, I was fast and nimble, and I didn’t tire easily. But that day, I wasn’t the same. My breathing wasn’t as deep and full as it used to. Add the fact that I was also dehydrated, I almost passed out. I dropped to the ground, shaking.

I thought I was going to die. And it dawned on me that I didn’t want to kick the bucket just yet. Funny because while I was on the ground, I was counting countries. I want to see more of this world. I want to travel more: experience new things, meet new friends, see new places. Heck, Australia was only the second country outside Asia that I visited. I am so not ready to die. Pleeeease.

Was that because of smoking? Maybe, maybe not. It could be a combination of many factors. For all we know, I was just getting old. I don’t know.

But there’s one thing that I know for sure:

Everyone knows that! We just choose to ignore it!

And if I wanted to live longer, I had to get rid of it. Whether or not that incident was caused by smoking, I had to quit.

That night, I downloaded a QUIT SMOKING app — which is why my app is Australian, LOL — and ended that awful decade-long affair. Permanently.

It wasn’t easy, especially given that most of my friends are also smokers, but I made a pact with myself and promised to honor that. Whenever my friends would invite me for a smoke, I would get angry at them for trying to draw me back and disrespecting my decision. Eventually, they stopped. After every meal, I would crave for it, but I would find something else to do. Or to EAT. LOL. I gained a bit more weight since I quit because I never felt satisfied even after a full course. There was no nicotine to trigger the release of dopamine in my brain, so I would get it from more food. Sweets, usually. LOL. But I’m taking care of the weight problem, too. One at a time, my friend. One at a time. Mahina ang kalaban.

According to my QUIT app, I have avoided almost 77,000 mg of tar and saved almost P55,000 in 730 days.

Yes, it feels good. I no longer feel uneasy during long-haul flights because I couldn’t smoke. I no longer have to go out in the middle of winter because I stay in a no-smoking hotel room. I no longer have to carry cigarette butts in my pockets. I no longer need to sacrifice my physical health just for an ounce of creative juice. And without smoke to cloud my view, I now see clearly just how beautiful this world is and how lucky I am to be here.


I originally wrote this post for The Poor Traveler: How Travel Helped Me Quit Smoking


  1. Good job!

    I smoked as a teen and into my early twenties. Then I quit for about 15 years, but on my first return to the Philippines…I started again. Then I stopped again. This time for about 25 years. But on my second return to the Philippines…I started again. Cigarettes are cheap here.

    So I smoked for another 3 years and recently quit again. I guess I am fortunate in that I can quit without experiencing any cravings.

    Why did I quit this time? My grandsons came to the house one day and I watched them as they watched me light up a smoke. I was overcome with a sense of realization that children emulate the behaviors and actions of adults. I did want them to grow up and become smokers as the result of my habit.

    • Thanks for sharing, David!

      That’s a good motivation, too! When I was a smoker, I also never tried to do it in front of my nephews/niece. I would go for a walk, until my nephew accidentally saw me smoking one time. I felt guilty, too.

  2. I read this line, “mahina ang kalaban,” and in my mind I went, “kababayan!” 🙂

    I use an app too, Smoke Free for android, and the missions have really helped me to stay smoke-free. Congratulations on kicking the habit and thanks, Yoshke, this was a good read!

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