Monthly Archives: April 2011

Potipot Island

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When I thought I would finally cap it, my solo trip didn’t end at the last town of Zambales. Circumstances had been so generous to me that I even completed my travel itinerary ahead of time.  Had it not for the blistering heat, I would have mooched more in Sta. Cruz. Riding on a bus going north was my last option so I would not miss another island in Candelaria—nothing should I miss on moments where ample time is after me.

Gleaming seawater of the island

I was surprised upon seeing resorts paraded on the highway of Uacon in Candelaria that offer a trip going to Potipot Island—it’s a 10-minute boat ride from bordering resorts. I tried booking in  the famous beach house in town but failed due to heavy influx of vacationers. Just to compensate myself, I accepted the offer of a boatman with optimism that I could get a cottage or tent when I reach the island. For the second time, I got denied; cottages were full. Fortunately, I found a place under a tree.

White sand

Potipot is located in the wealthy mainland of Candelaria, Zambales. It’s a very small island which can be toured in 20 minutes. The seawater around its whole landmass is pleasant and suitable for swimming; unlike other islands where there are certain portions people can’t wade over. Potipot has friendly sands that do not hurt one’s feet.

I did enjoy my stay on this spot. Breezy

It was my second time in the island and nothing has changed eversince I visited it two years ago—the place is still untouched (which is better for me), aside of course from several comfort rooms erected to accommodate the tourists. I somehow got into a non-heated-argument with the caretaker when I asked why their entrance fee has bloated to P100 for day trippers and P300 for those who would stay overnight; before it was only P50 and P100. I wasn’t satisfied with the answer I got so I just went ahead to discover the place some more.

Middle portion of the island

Middle portion of the island

I noticed that the sea was cleaner compared before. Sea grasses were removed for visitors to have more areas to swim. Powdery white sand and turquoise-like water were still impressive and glowing. Surely, one would love to spend more time swimming. However, long-weekend wasn’t the perfect time to visit this place. The prominence of the island combined with its accessibility to neighboring resorts lured vacationers to troop here. But given such case, one can still find a good zone especially those who bring tents.

Back part of the island from resorts in Uacon

Tree house

This open area does not harbor trees

Cottages in the island look like this

Stories behind the island

My eagerness to capture things through my lenses has almost brought me to misfortune. I was wandering around the island for already 20 minutes when I realized that I dropped my Iphone somewhere. Where the hell I could find it in an island populated by inflow of people all over the country? Where to start searching? I was alone and I am sure nobody would care even if I lost the most expensive phone in the world. People were there to relax and not to share with my agony and carry the burden of my laxity. Besides, how would I approach them? Should I ask them this way: I lost my phone; can you help me find it? With the euphoric milieu of the island, I was certain that nobody would even bother or most would shrug their shoulders off of me. Right before things turn odder, I headed to the reception area and borrowed a phone so I could call my number and the person (I was saying whoever-he/she-is-with-a-kind-heart) who possibly picks it. Thanks to the good man who entrusted his phone to me, and even assisted me to look for Aify (name of my phone). But things turned worst as I searched through it because my phone was in silent mode—that gave me more headaches. I was forlorn after 10 minutes, scratching my head and screaming the “whatta-day” phrase while convincing myself that everything will be okay and someone who picks it that has no interest of returning it to me might be in need. I think those expressions we offer to ourselves psychologically lift our mood but at the end of the day, it still boils us into despair.

I dropped my phone somewhere here

As I was saying the not-to-spoil-moment many times, a person approached me and asked what I was looking for. I immediately blurted out that I was searching for my phone. He then asked me stuff like my phone’s wall paper, casing, etc. I was even prepared to give him the messages stored in it as well as the contacts when he handed the phone to me. “I saw you weary looking for something a while ago,” he added. My face glowed and my mood turned ecstatic when I was reunited with my phone. Of course, I didn’t forget to express my sincerest appreciation to what he had done. Yes, I was very, very grateful to that person. In case you’re reading this blog, you are one worth emulating.

After that incident, I joyfully roamed in Potipot island—this time, with caution. From then, I realized that there are still good people out there. A stranger can be kind to another stranger.

Declaring my admiration to the place

TIPS

Make sure you bring enough foods when you visit Potipot. There is only one store in the island located at its reception area. They only sell water and other beverages, almost no solid food aside from some junk food. Better bring tent if you want to stay overnight. No tents for rent in the island. No electricity, too. There are cellular signals in the area.

If you want a more comfortable accommodation, I suggest that you stay in a resort in Uacon, then do a day trip in Potipot island. (I will make a separate post of one of the resorts in Uacon where I stayed)

FEES/RENTALS

Boat- P400/boat roundtrip. Boat can accommodate 4 persons.

Cottages- P1000/small. There are big cottages for the whole family or big group. I did not get the price of the big ones though. There is a tree house for rent for P5000. (see the picture above)

Entrance- P100/ day tour

P300/ overnight

How to get to Potipot Island through public transport

1-      Ride a Victory Liner bus going to Sta. Cruz, Zambales. Terminals are located in Caloocan (near monument LRT station), Cubao and Pasay. It’s a 6-hour drive. Fare is around 300-400.

2-      Get off at  Brgy. Uacon, Candelaria, Zambales. Candelaria is the 13th town of Zambales from Olongapo.

3-      You can walk or ride a tricycle to the nearest resort. From the resort, rent a boat that will bring you to Potipot island. It’s just 10 minutes away.

Magalawa Island

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I was sitting on a bench busy reading my book and travel magazines while alternately watching people plunge in the water and make sand castles—their  boisterous laughs filled the  humid air which only I seemed to hear. Maybe, many suspected that I was a stranger.  There were times I eavesdropped on interesting conversations of trippers and of couples—some made me smile and some made me quip. While most of them were hustling things, I preferred to stay in one corner relishing my solitude and the placidity of the atmosphere. After a couple of minutes, I became envious of the vacationers. I ran towards the other side of the island, placed my backpack under a tree, took off my shoes and shirt, prepared the shutter of my camera and dipped in the beach. I thought it was surreal until I realized that I was in Magalawa Island. And yes! I traveled solo.

First solo trip

I, too, like many others spent some time planning for my long vacation during this year’s Holy Week. Planning was harder than the trip especially if there are a lot of places you want to visit. With all the research and day-dreaming, I finally settled to ramble in Zambales.

White sand

I started my Zambales exploration as early as 5 in the morning. Hopping from one town to another to visit Catholic Churches was a great way to spend the first half of my day. Shortly before noon, I was on my way going to Palauig—the town that harbors Magalawa Island. My initial plan was to stay there for only 5 hours so I could still visit the remaining three towns of Zambales and make it to Pangasinan before noon the next day. But all plans got twisted the moment my feet touched the fine white sand of the beach. I was speechless and instantly captivated.

Healthy trees in the island

Though I’ve seen it on web articles, Magalawa island is a new discovery. Disparate to most beaches which are only photogenic, this island is more beautiful in bare. I was approached by the owner when our boat docked at its shores and asked me if I had made reservations prior to my trip. Since all the rooms were occupied, she then offered me a tent if I prefer to stay overnight. In just a snap I grabbed it. Tent is around P400 for 4 persons but I got it for only P300 since I was alone.

Lunch time. Sweet and Sour Tuna and Shrimp Halabos

I took my lunch past 12. There is a small cafeteria in the island, also being managed by the owner. Their meals have fixed price—P200/person for lunch and dinner and P150 for breakfast. Every meal comes with rice, soup, 2 viands, desert (mostly fruits) and a bottle of softdrink. Most of the guests, even I, were surprised with the big servings of food. A complete meal for one person can feed 2-3 persons (seriously). Dine-in is counted per head. If you think of sharing food like ordering one complete meal for two persons, you’ll still be charged P200 each, in total that’s P400. So better forget your diet and indulge yourself on a food-fight. They only cook 2 sets of menu for all the guests. But there are also special orders like sugpo, crab, and meat if available and that’s on top of the P200. Special requests can also be made for breakfast—like for instance you want corned-beef or ham for breakfast which is separate from their breakfast meal. Please be reminded that requests can only be granted upon availability. It’s an island, so it’s understandable that transportation of goods is hard.

Dinner: Ginataang tuna, sinigang na tuna and veggies

Dining area

They didn’t serve meat during my stay here, only seafoods and vegetables; that kept me more delighted every meal-time since seafood is a treasure to my taste buds. P200 was reasonable especially for someone like me who went there alone. The owner and staffs were very accommodating; however, I think they are understaffed because I had to wait for 20 minutes before they served my meal. But you’ll see them hurrying to attend to your request.

Campers shaded by trees

Magalawa island is embedded by trees of various kinds that serve as shades for campers. Here, you can easily find a place to stay. Benches and wooden tables are everywhere. I also peeked through the rooms; they are very homey. Air-conditioned and fan rooms have their own comfort rooms and faucets, but those staying in tents and nipa huts share comfort rooms and deal with the water pump.

Blugreen water of island

Among those I’ve visited, Magalawa is one of the best islands in Zambales. Flaunting its pristine water and white sand combined with the diffidence of the area, it appears perfect for a solo traveler and for people looking for a peaceful place this summer. Its seawater is very calm and it seems to entice every visitor to swim and explore its fullness. There are also portions of the beach where tourists are not allowed to swim due to indeterminate depth of the water; warning signs are posted in the area.

I spent most of time here

Beachfront is the most suitable area for swimming; other side of the island breeds abundant sea grasses and mangroves. I walked on this part of the island after spending some time with the water. That gave me a feeling of possession of the place.

Raft

Starfish. You can see many of them in the island

Ugh-hunk enjoys the beach. (Pagbigyan nyo na. Oh well, this is my blog. Hehehe)

This island has been my comfort zone during my two-day Zambales exploration. If time permits, I would have extended my stay here. I’ve visited three other beaches last week and only in Magalawa island I dropped a promise of coming back… again and again.

TIPS

Make a reservation if you want to stay in one of their air-conditioned rooms. Please bear in mind that there’s a big increase on the influx of tourists this season (summer). You can bring your own tent and food without any corkage fee. Prices of goods are reasonable too, e.g. shampoo-P6, bottled water-P15, RC big- P25. There are cellular and internet signals in the island. Cool!

RENTALS

Boat- P500 round trip. The island is only 10 minutes from the coast of barangay Luan. A boat can carry 5 people, so if you’re 5 in a group, that’s only 100 each. If you arrange a special trip, you’ll shoulder the whole amount. You can bargain with the owner. I’m sure they’ll give discount.

Tent- P400 for 4 persons

Entrance fee- P300/overnight

I wasn’t able to get their room rates. I think it’s best if you contact them through their fanpage:
http://www.facebook.com/pages/Magalawa-Island/204336016808?sk=notes

If you want to try snorkeling and rafting, I suggest you avail their package for you to save money.

You should also be armed with your bargaining skills. I was supposed to pay P1,430, but I was able to get discounts and ended up paying only P1,000 for everything.

How to get to Magalawa Island by means of a public transport:

1-      Ride a Victory Liner bus going to Sta. Cruz, Zambales. It’s a 5-hour trip. Fare is around 300-400.

2-      Get off at  Brgy. Pangolinan, Paluig, Zambales. Palauig is the 11th town of Zambales from Olongapo. You would see a Pangolinan sign at the right side of the highway.

3-      From Pangolinan, ride a tricycle to brgy. Luan. Fare is P150 if you rent the whole tricycle. They usually allow maximum of two passengers per tricycle because of the rough roads going there. It would take you around 20-25 minutes before you reach bgry. Luan.

4-      From brgy. Luan, ride a boat to Magalawa Island. It would take you only 10 minutes.

Contact person:

GRACE ARMADA (09209483303)

Exploring Corregidor through Adventure

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(An adage says “change is the only constant thing in this world.” Nothing can be truer than this whenever I step out of my door—everything has evolved and things keep on sprouting every time the clock moves its hands. The volatility of change has transmuted the whole lot in our environment day by day. Change is a subject susceptible of different interpretations and wide array of meanings, but it doesn’t need an adroit person to elaborate how run-of-the-mill change affects our daily lives. Technology develops to adapt with the globally competitive world. We change our lifestyles to get rid of boredom and of our daily routines; to live up with our present status in the society and to cope up with the status quo. One thing I love about our generation today is our lust for innovation—we always try to create something new from something old and we know how to reinvent things without losing its value.)

Our service going to Corregidor

Two weeks ago, I discovered that change and innovation have smoothly permeated the ecosphere of tourism. It was when Sun Cruises introduced its Adventour Challenge—an adventure while touring the Corregidor Island; a revolution of trip from classical to contemporary.

Tadpole-shaped Island

Corregidor Island has served as the domicile and headquarters of our heroes seven decades ago at the height of the World War II. Perfect for its location—at the entrance of the Manila Bay—this tadpole-shaped island has been the battleground of Filipino and American soldiers when they defended us against the invasion of the Japanese forces in the 1940s. The wrecked ammunitions and missiles, remnants of buildings, and barracks in ruins are some of the lucid marks how our soldiers in the past fought hard to protect this land and their people.

One of the ruined buildings

 I did not let the opportunity pass when an invitation to tour Corregidor Island was sent to our group. There were only two things that occupied my mind before accepting it: first, I haven’t been to Corregidor Island, and second, I want to meet my fellow Pinoy Travel Bloggers (PTBs). These two reasons ignited excitement as I counted the days before the tour. Whether or not to pick the adventure challenge was one of the options given to us. Classical tour is repetitive to me, one reason why I chose the more challenging package. Besides, that was the first time I heard of a tour on a very historic site which will be conducted through adventure—that too elicited eagerness.

Pinoy Travel Bloggers (PTBs). Red Team and Orange Team

It’s awkward that most new members of PTBs among the 12 who joined started their first meet and greet with a competition. Healthy and friendly competition. Since the adventour is the new innovation of Sun Cruises to tourists, I knew it’s worthy to give it a try. Moreover, I believe that travelers should be armed not only with the proper tools but also with the stamina to combat the possible strains that might be brought by traveling. We were divided into two groups—Red Team a.k.a. Horse Team and Orange Team a.k.a. Jumpshot Team. I was part of the Red team.

Lending a hand to his fellow

Upon the release of the green light, we all hurriedly braved the way to the Battery Hearn, Battery Smith and Battery Grubbs to find the three parts of the map. This map will help us finish our expedition. Aside from the map, we also looked for the clues placed inside the small bamboos situated at the ruins. With the given clues, we then tried to solve the puzzle one at a time. But wait! It was never easy. We had to run more than 200 meters just to get to another area. If you think running is easy, hey! Think again. We ran while bearing the scorching heat of the sun. And just after the heat strikes us, we found ourselves traversing the tunnels, the darkness, and the uninhabited place and dealing with bats most of the time.

Red and Orange teams were like joggling—there were moments we ran over them and vice-versa. That added thrills to the trail—knowing whether or not you are ahead of your nemesis. When we reached the Red Cross Hospital, I countered my expectation that this adventure offers pure physical activity because I had to squeeze my brain out to solve mind-boggling puzzles on the green boards. Rephrase: This adventure doesn’t only require strength and alertness; it also necessitates intelligence and common sense.

Corregidor Lighthouse

After the last challenge where we had to shoot the ball in a basket by allowing it to trundle on bamboos of undefined sizes, the Orange team declared as winner. Though we didn’t bag the title, we (from the Red team) were still happy because despite of what we’ve been through, we all emerged triumphant in the end after conquering the 3-hour challenge.

Eternal Flame Monument

Corregidor Beach

Field

One of the lovely trees in the island

Exhausting? I’ll be frank, yes it was. But that doesn’t defy the “in-between-times” we had on the whole duration of the adventure. We ran out of water, strength, and breath but we did not run out of stories and experiences to share while trailing the historic sites of the island.

Now, Corregidor Island has made another history—it harnessed friendship among the group of passionate Filipino travelers; that for me is the greatest prize of this adventour apart from discovering Corregidor.

FYI: Corregidor Island is part of Cavite.

Special thanks to Sun Cruises, Sir Ivan Henares and Sir Bambi Aquino for making this trip possible.

Hot Air Balloon Festival 2011

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Philippine International Hot Air Balloon Fiesta (PIHABF) marked its 16th year celebration on February 10-13, 2011. It was first held in 1994, and since then the event started to draw tourists around the globe. Hot air balloon aficionados and spectators once again made a spot on the history after it delivered most number of participants and observers locally and internationally during its 16th year.

With overwhelming support and publication from various media outlets such as the print media, broadcast media, and social media, the event has forcefully hit its way as the most ever sought event on the first quarter of the year. It was held in Clark Field, Angeles City, Pampanga—one of the country’s widest aviation grounds.

I was with my friends when I traversed the roads to Pampanga. Having no worries of transportation, food and accommodation, everything was made easy for us. We arrived in our friend’s house Friday night; it was one of our luxurious nights—we dipped in the pool, rumbled on the farm and consumed hefty meals. Enjoying these gratis things need not be repudiated. In short, we almost forgot to sleep because we splurged ourselves to death on those frills.

Having only 2 hours of sleep, I woke up late for the festival and found myself rushing everything so we wouldn’t miss the takeoff of giant balloons.  The initial plan was to be at the Clark’s field at around 5:30am to secure a good spot for photo taking. Unfortunately, we left home late so we arrived an hour late of the original plan.

Since it was my first time to attend the event, I thought it will be stress-free as long as I have a private transport. But I was shocked the moment our car entered Clark’s vicinity. As early as 6am, traffic was already bad; vehicles going North and South were slow-moving, and the whole ground looked like nurtured by bushes turned cars. First problem: parking area.

Two minutes passed hot air balloons started to takeoff and we were still inside the car. While we were looking for a parking space, I asked my friend to stop the car in the middle of the highway. I got off the car hurriedly and ran fast the moment it stopped. My other friend followed while screaming at me to make it slower for her to catch up. But I was very relentless because I wanted to take good photos of the designed balloons. There were instances where I took pauses on the road to glimpse at the balloon flying above (my mindset: there are still balloons on the ground, I can still make it).

When I reached the entrance to the aviation ground, I was received by three long lines of visitors—this is what I get right after dealing with the problem on parking space. Like other tourists who are taking the burden of lining up for 20 minutes before entering the vicinity, I got content on watching the balloons swaying in the sky. At least, even I viewed it from afar, I witnessed how colorful they were when they blended with the blue sky and played with forceful breezes. And I enjoyed the moment of being there—it was like star-gazing.

Despite of being late for an hour, we still chose to go. Gratefully, there were three hot air balloons being prepared for a flight. We also had the chance to watch the Paragliding Exhibition, Ultralight Aircraft Formation Flying, Aerobatic Flight Display, and Kite Flying Exhibition.

My hilarious PIHABF experience still rings a bell every time I see balloons. Things, sometimes, get twisted in a way you didn’t plan, but turn out to be awesome.

Lesson learned: I have to run faster upon getting off the car next time. Kidding. Seriously, always come on time or ahead of time. But in case you came late, don’t torture yourself; just enjoy what’s left for you.

Manila Ocean Park: An Under the Sea Experience

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What will you do if something did not go as planned?

In most instances—especially when I make travel plans—I usually don’t make back-up plans or “plan B.” I make it a point to stick to the original because for me it is always better. Thus, tendency is, when the original plan did not push through, I am left with no choice but to make new plans—it could be new destination or new itinerary. I know every traveler experiences the same thing. Sometimes, due to unforeseen events, we entirely alter our plans to answer the demands of a more pressing situation.

After learning that the yearly celebration of Dinamulag Festival in Zambales will be held on April 7-10, I immediately marked my calendar as occupied on those dates; I was physically, mentally and financially (I saved for it) ready to join the said festival. Unfortunately, I had to attend other crucial matters here in Manila, and with the time constraint, I couldn’t make it to Zambales. Last Saturday, when I was on my gloomy moment for not being able to push through with my travel, I decided to make up with myself and I was unperturbed to watch Rio. So there, with the initial plan of watching Rio, in just a jiffy, I chose to go to Manila Ocean Park (that’s how fast I changed my mind). Forty minutes passed, I found myself at the main entrance of the park paying for my package.

This trip was born out of frustration; frustration of not attending the Dinamulag Festival and channelling it to other activity that would also deliver almost the same satisfaction. I forgot my initial plan and just savoured the moment of feeling like a child again right after I entered the dome of sea attractions.

I knew, since I was a kid, that I am warm-hearted to fishes and other living creatures in the ocean. I grew up in Zambales and our house is situated 15 minutes away from the nearest shores in Subic. Back then, I spent every summer vacation in Bataan where my grandparents’ house reclines 50 meters away from the beach. My grandparents’ primary source of income was fishing and most of my relatives were fisherfolks and fish vendors in the market. Half of my childhood life was enthused with close contact with seas and with different sea mortals—mostly fishes and corals. That, for me, is one of the reasons why Manila Ocean Park brought back lots of my childhood memories. The only difference is, before, I did not have to pay a sum of money to see them.

I doled out P600 to see four attractions of Manila Ocean Park—Sea Lion Show, Oceanarium, Fish Spa, and Dancing Jellies. They are in one package. If you wouldn’t avail the package, these four will cost P820 in total. I took advantage of getting the package to save money. Just a heads-up: there are several packages you can pick from depending on which you think suits you or you can also choose not to avail any package and just buy the ticket of your ideal show separately.

Sea Lion Show

I watched the Sea Lion show first since it is scheduled only at 2 and 4 in the afternoon. The show was very entertaining and for me it was fantastic. I did not expect that I would see sea lion show again after 11 years.

Icy and Yeny dancing with their trainers

There are six sea lions in Ocean Park. During my visit, Icy and Yeny were among those who performed. These lovely creatures brought nothing but bliss to me as I joined the kids clapping and yelling at numerous times. Icy and Yeny showed us how they twist their bodies, and how they mimic the actions of their trainers. They danced, too.

The show lasted for 20 minutes and they ended it with a grain of salt to live by every day. Icy and Yeny demonstrated how to dispose human waste properly and how wounded they are everytime waste like plastic is being dumped into their home. For me, 2pm is not the best time to watch the show. Since it is an open area, there are no adequate shades for the tourists.

Oceanarium

One of the anticipations I had before pursuing this jaunt is the crowd. (Yes. I went out on a weekend so I shouldn’t complain. Besides, lining up for 15 minutes for Oceanarium wasn’t bad though.)

This dome is full of treasures. Fishes also come in charming colors.

Of all the fishes I liked, I only remember the Reef Stone fish. (I’m bad with names.)

Oceanarium is my favorite attraction in the area. It’s of no wonder why I stayed here the longest. I did not imagine that the fun and pleasure I acquired while wandering on this colossal aquarium would extend beyond my expectations. It was indeed one of a kind.

Fish Spa

Who says only human can perform a spa treatment? Fishes can do the same. They are called the “Doctor Fish.”

Fishes doing spa is new and enticing. Isn’t it? From the time I’ve heard of fish spa, I started waiting for the day I will finally experience this. I was even surprised upon knowing that Ocean Park offers such. Impressed and stunned as I was, when I dipped my feet in the mini-pool and when fishes started to bite my tired feet, I almost backed out. It doesn’t feel like I was being massaged at first, I thought fishes were scratching my feet because I got tickled a lot of times. Then later on, I enjoyed the moment like all others. Fish Spa lasted only for 10 minutes, so it deserves a second try.

Dancing Jellies

Most beach goers hate jellies. Jellies (jelly fishes) secrete liquids that cause itchiness and irritation to our skin. Hence, when jellies penetrate the sea, we tend to get away from them or worst, we leave the water. In Ocean Park, I started to adore them; they turn enchanting as they dance with the tune of sparkling lights.

Those who want to see our wealthy marine and aquatic resources but are aquaphobic, Manila Ocean Park is the right place to cope up with what you’re missing for being afraid to explore our seas. Although it’s not exactly as rich as the marine life in the sea, at least, you would be acquainted with them and be cognizant with their existence. And I hope later on, you will be encouraged to join the list of enthusiasts who reconnoitre our seas and defend the lives of defenseless creatures from fierce hands of humans.

Feeding the Koi Fish

This under the sea experience has superseded my supposedly frustrated day to something precious, which could have been different if I have pursued my first plan. Though born out of frustration, I consider this adventure as the best thing happened in my entire week. What I had planned for might not work the way I perceived it, but I learned to transport my energy—which was supposed to be for those ruined plans—to something valuable. Visiting Manila Ocean Park was no another ordinary day; it was the day I discerned that I shall protect our marine and aquatic resources from harm. And it starts with this blog.

Mundane Things Turn Extraordinary in Baguio

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Many Filipinos say that Baguio has changed a lot. Who am I to say the same thing? I am not a native of Baguio and I’ve been there for only three times. First in 1998, second in 2010, and my recent was in February of this year. I was only 11 years old when I first visited Baguio. I was not a keen observant back then, so I couldn’t make a vivid comparison of its transformation decades ago from our present time. But basing it from the information available in the internet and periodicals, and from my friends’ testimonials, Baguio is not what it was like before; its weather has become erratic and its population has ballooned.

Erratic weather and inflating population are not surprising manifestations. All places in the Philippines experience the same occurrences. Climate change is very palpable and Filipinos are almost 100 million nowadays. With gruffly climbing population and irrepressible effects of climate change, Philippines’ tropical season is warmer. Now, where will these people go? Most of them will find a cooler place. For some, Baguio is the most ideal.

As of last year, Baguio’s population has reached more than three hundred thousand compared to its city-plan ideal population which is only twenty five thousand. We cannot spare Baguio from population growth, but what’s more distressing is we cannot also spare it from climate change.

On a brighter side, despite of that unpleasant reality, I still find Baguio appealing. I went to Baguio on February 26, 2011 for Panagbenga Festival. Aside from getting mesmerized by the parade of flowers, I was also captivated by mundane things such as coffee, food, and nightlife that turned extraordinary in Baguio.

Panagbenga Festival

The highlight of Panagbenga Festival is the float parade. It usually falls on the last weekend of February. This festival is considered as one of the most jovial in the Philippines. The local government of Baguio, as well as the national government thru the efforts of the Department of Tourism (DOT) show incessant support on the said celebration. In fact, I saw DOT Sec. Alberto Lim spearheading the event. For me, that is a good sign that the Philippine government gives priority and utmost importance on the promotion of tourism in the country.

Pictures below are part of the month-long celebration of Panagbenga Festival. I only posted my favorite floats for the float competition, and landscapes for the landscape designing competition.

The whole area of Session Road turned into a raging crowd of tourists on early morning of Sunday to see the presentation of various majestic floats engulfed with different kinds of flower. I was in total amazement when I saw the float emerged from one corner of the road one by one. People cheering and expressing their admiration and excitement were unstoppable. I also joined them on several occasions. Crowd even grew wild when floats carrying prominent local artists surfaced.

Coffee

I usually start my day with a cup of coffee, but it felt wholly different when I tried that morning ritual in Baguio—I tend to ask for more. One thing that makes “my coffee moment” extraordinary in Baguio is the weather. Hot drink and cold weather just blend impeccably. I’ve been to various coffee shops in Metro Manila— most of them are located in big shopping malls—but none of them perfectly blend with the place except Baguio.

Food

One of the best things I love and will always look forward to in Baguio is their great foods. My 200 bucks went beyond my expectations. Here, it’s easier to find food chains and restaurants with good quality food. Plus, you’ll see the worth of your money since most of them serve at a cheaper cost. Of course, you should make a good pick. My favorites are 50’s Diner and Café by the Ruins. The former offers big servings of food while the latter, aside from delectable delicacies, bestows impressive ambience—perfect for couples or those looking for a quiet place. These two food outlets shall not be missed.

I also enjoyed eating vegetables in Baguio because it always comes free as a side dish (haha), and tastes so fresh. Seriously, I started to become a foodie when I was here.

Night life

What crosses my mind whenever I hear the word night life are bars, disco clubs, drinking sessions, and all-night party. Night life is not the term for people who always go for movie, coffee, and talks. Most of the time, it has been associated to flamboyant, loud and liberated individuals who never missed a party; those who have been celebrating sprightly nights almost every day. In short, it’s not the term of boring people. I’m a person not fond of going to bars. Invite me to a movie date, dinner, to sit for a cup of coffee, or sing at a video-oke house, I would prolly entertain, not for a drinking session or party.

At last, when I was in Baguio, I found the word night life suited for me. One factor that makes the place ideal for clubbing is the weather. Since it’s cold in Baguio, bar hoppers do not get easily drenched in sweat, making them more comfortable in enjoying the moment.

When my friends and I went to a bar, I did not expect that I would enjoy spending my night with the crowd. It was one of my soothing nights with them accompanied by live bands. Though there is no dance hall, still, the air was filled with voices joining the bands as they sing while others were busy chatting with their buddies with a cup of coffee, juice or beer.

I appreciated the night life in Baguio—simple, boisterous, but peaceful. Also, I realized that Baguio is home of great singers.

For me, these mundane things— coffee, food, and night life—turned extraordinary because of the weather. In fact, it is one of the main reasons why tourists keep on visiting Baguio, especially during Christmas season and summertime. Mines Views Park, Botanical Garden, The Mansion, and strawberries are not just what we are lusting for; we desire more of the consoling atmosphere it provides. This gem of Baguio shall be kept and be passed on to the generation’s next. If climate change is the adversary of the distinct feature of Baguio, let’s find ways to trounce it. We can find ways. We shall.

Manila Photo-walk: Unveiling the Faces of Quiapo

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Every picture tells countless stories. Yes, countless! Pictures vanish in time, or have the tendency to become extinct, but their stories remain forever.

Just after the sun smiled and spread its luminous horizons on early Saturday morning of January this year, I am already wide awake preparing to meander at the frantic and chaotic streets of Manila. With my camera (Lala), backpack and cap, all systems go for my Manila photo-walk. Destination: Quiapo.

I had tragic experiences in Quiapo way back in college. My brother’s phone, which I just borrowed, was snatched in Quiapo. I was almost stabbed in a holdup twice in Quiapo. However, in spite of those harrowing things I had encountered, I realized that there are deeper certainties prevailing in Quiapo; it’s not just an abode of mad minds and vindictive individuals—the way many perceive it to be—but Quiapo is also a nest of those who persevere, hope, and believe that life will get better.

Through lenses, I captured the stories of people who tirelessly fight the odds in Quiapo everyday.

Quiapo Church is one of the famous churches in the Philippines and one of the most populated in Metro Manila. Believe it or not, people from all walks of life visit this church. They come to worship our Creator, offer their prayers, and express their hearts’ desire.

Just in front of the church is the renowned Plaza Miranda.

Black Nazarene

I attribute the prominence of Quiapo Church to the Black Nazarene or Poon Nazareno. Every 9th of January, devotees of Black Nazarene gather along the streets of Manila and around Quiapo to express their perpetual faith and join the procession to fulfill their yearly vow. I always label that day as “Maroon Day” in Quiapo. Believers who join the procession wear maroon, walk barefooted, and wipe the image of Black Nazarene with their handkerchiefs or towels while some tightly grasp the rope attached to the replica. Many believe that Black Nazarene can make miracles.

I had to secure permit first at the administrator’s office before I was able to take photographs inside the church,. I was very careful not to disturb people showing their adulation, so I took photos in the most modest way I could.

This person had first strike my senses. It seemed to me that he is sincerely sharing his new experiences to our Almighty Father. If the intentions of most people who go to church are to alleviate their worries and ask God to solve their adversities, I found his different. He is there to share good news.

This person is in deep sorrow. I observed atonement while begging for forgiveness in his gestures. He touches all four corners of the glass that shields the life-sized statue of the Black Nazarene.

If the first two pictures showed joy and pain, this picture displays hope. The man carrying a wooden box surrenders everything to Him with hopes that someday, he would be able to find a good paying job while the person beside him asks for God’s help in providing a decent living for his family.

Outside the church, I noticed how people make a living. Most of them are grappling to sustain their everyday needs.

This man, with his Ipod on, fell asleep while waiting for parishioners to buy his cigarettes and candies.

I wandered across Plaza Miranda until I got propelled and heartened by this old man. After seeing him sits under the scorching heat of the sun, and positions himself where church goers usually pass by, I was swiftly jolted by the urge to help him. I offered aid by trying to assist him to sit properly, but he refused. So I just dropped a few coins in his plastic bottle. His life depends on that small plastic bottle. I think he also hopes that he ends his day with his bottle full.

After a couple of minutes, I saw him peeling an orange. Several minutes passed, but no one cared to drop a coin in his plastic bottle. Then I just found myself murmuring that old people don’t deserve to be treated this way; if they don’t have families, at least, our government should nurture them. Life is cruel for some.

When I took a few paces away from the old man, I witnessed how vendors manage to smile despite of their current plights. I was reminded again that Filipinos are really happy people.

This old lady shall serve as an inspiration to those who think they are too old to work hard or too young to look for work. Though she’s shaded by umbrella and supported by chair, she still prefers to sell Sampaguita at her age. One good thing about her is she always smiles to church-goers and bystanders; thus, making it easy for her to deliver her sales pitch.

If the old lady is situated in front of the Quiapo church, this vendor roams around the vicinity to sell Sampaguita. Her alacrity caught me so I ended up buying a bundle and offered it to the Black Nazarene.

Aside from candles, replicas of Christ, Sto. Nino and scapulars, other merchants also offer treatments for illness, which some believe, brought by witch and gnome. There are a lot of quack doctors and faith healers in Quiapo too. Magic potions or gayuma are also available in some of the stalls in the area.

I spent my whole morning in Quiapo and had banged by lots of realizations in life. I may not be able to help my brothers and sisters who need it most, but sharing their stories is one way to show how some people like them persevere despite of hardships and misfortunes in life. Amidst the hullaballoo in Quiapo, I found appeasement: I am way privileged than most people making their lives in Quiapo. Their stories are bitter now, but I hope, someday, they will find the life they always yearn for.

This photo-walk inspired and gratified me.