Category Archives: Pilipinas

Rita

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Meet Rita as she cuts gabi stalks

Rita is an Ifugao, a cultural minority group in the country. She lives in Batad and her place in the mountain serves as a traveler’s inn with a terrific view of the amphitheater rice terraces of Batad.  
 

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Wood fire cooking

She is very old and her upper body is bended at the waist when walking (like most elderly Ifugao women). She walks barefoot in the mountain trails aided by a wooden stick. Her countenance has the look of a wise figure with her prominently lined face. She is wise in fact and talks articulately in English (like most Ifugaos, as I’ve noted).

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Rita's inn straight ahead

Even though Rita belongs to a minority group, her family and her ancestors made a great contribution in the country’s cultural legacy by building and maintaining a national treasure – the UNESCO inscribed rice terraces.

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Rita's traveler's inn

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One's view in every moment at Rita's inn

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Rita's equally wise husband

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Grinding betel nut for chewing and spitting pleasure

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Having native coffee prepared by Germaine, Rita's daughter. This spot makes a perfect place to rest after a day's hike in the mountains and rice paddies

Kulambo Nights

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Sleeping with kulambo (mosquito net) is a must for nights in the bukid, or mountain, or in any place surrounded by nature. More so if the dwelling is not screened.

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No mosquitos in this mountain inn but moths, beetles, and other flying night critters that may bother one’s sleep

Signal Spot

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Batad, unlike Banaue is cut-off from the rest of the world. One gets around on foot only and cellphone signal is non-existent. But, there are particularly few spots a Nokia phone can intermittently acquire some signal coming from somewhere, like from the other side of the mountain.

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A semi-permanent place for the Nokia of the inn’s caretaker. She checks messages on this spot without removing the phone

I can’t seem to grab a signal even from the same spot, hence I believe only Nokia has the power to do that somehow.

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The inn’s caretaker phone’s still there at night time

Mountain Jeepneys

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Jeepney designed for the steep climb to Batad saddle. I like how the headlights are framed by lizards and that lizard on the side mirror

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Waiting for couple of hours before this jeep leaves for Batad saddle

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The “Mountain Lover”

Golasiman

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Golasiman shows its beauty and generosity a few hours each day in its happiest time - when the sun is up . See the tiny bee? He too is happy

Everyday, the flowers will open when the sun is up. A signal for the tiny bees to feed and a pretty sign for me to leave for the office. A few hours  afterwards, the flowers will close while the plant continues to worship the sun throughout the day.

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Very easy to propagate, just cut and plant. It will then root. See the tiny bees in the yellow ones?

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A closer look of the flower and its edible leaves

Hiking Snapshots: Mudspring

Snapshots of the hike towards a mud spring in Makiling forest.

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Starts with a paved road

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About 8 km of roundtrip Mudspring hiking

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Apart from a class group of UP Los Baños students, I've seen foreigners in pairs only and few mountaineers. Hiking isn't a popular pastime among Filipinos in general

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It may appear quiet in the photo but it's not. All kinds of forest critter sounds you'll hear, some unidentified. Sort of forest babel

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Off from the main trail, this one leads to the mud spring

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Mudspring - a boiling mud pool

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A defeated sole in this type of terrain. Not just any sole but always a Nike sole

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Unidentified tree seeds

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Designed to fly and propagate

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One can squeeze in a play or an upper body workout while hiking by doing the Tarzan swing

Eggplant Overload

Green Banana Kariton in Rush Hour

Typography: Prepaid Load

Charcoal Grilled Mais

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Lady vendor grilling corn over charcoal in downtown Iloilo. Her Weber is an old enamel basin

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No frills but good eats for just a few pesos

By the Iloilo River, I Ran

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When I was a kid, my favorite view in Iloilo would be the passage of the ship in this river coming from the strait of Iloilo. I would either be at the roof deck or at the railing of M/V Princess of Negros or M/V Don Vicente. How I wish I have photographs of these two beloved Negros Navigation vessels. Each way will take 2 hours but it was truly a joy to slow travel in those ships than in fast craft vessels which took over the Bacolod-Iloilo route in the 90s.

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Esplanade is a little more than a kilometer long

Whenever I run in Iloilo, one can always see the river, or one can certainly pass at some bridge spanning the river. This filled my mind with historical thoughts like my story above.

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I appreciate this beautification effort in Iloilo

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See that Gothic structure over there at the other side of the river? that's Molo church. I ran towards Molo district first before running in this esplanade by the river

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A sundowner run on one's trip means sunset appreciation and a good appetite for dinner

Proof of Sweetness

Solar Rug Drying

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Solar drying and disinfecting of rugs

Sun drying rugs below the national highway bridge that spans the Baroro river in Bacnotan, La Union.

A Beach in San Juan

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Blue water as framed by the coconut tree

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Fishing net on the banca

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Upon closer inspection, one can see barnacles on the driftwood, so it's been stuck like that for quite sometime

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My running footprints about to be erased by the tide

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Sunset

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And when the sun disappears, more colors will appear. Twilight sky is prettier than sunset

Economy Class

San Juan Twilight

Basketbol sa Pilipinas

Tinuom

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Early this month, I found myself checking in at Iloilo airport, about 4:30 PM. Being alone, and seeing that it was still too early for my 7 PM flight back to Manila, I went for a walk outside the airport in search for a carinderia. In other words, looking for something interesting to eat (or something interesting to see), as generally, I find airport restaurants in the country dull.

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No other passengers. I guess, no one would venture out of the aiport anymore after securing one's boarding pass - except me

Walking past the airport gate, a little past the flying school’s some kind of an aircraft laboratory, I reached the doorstep of this tinuom carinderia. Tinuom is chopped native chicken that is boiled mainly with tomatoes, onions, salt (and maybe lemongrass), inside a banana leaf. It must be carefully wrapped so the stock won’t leak, else it wouldn’t be as richly flavored as it’s supposed to be.

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Cooked with banana leaves which makes the broth flavorful in a bukid way. No sautéing done with the native chicken which makes it healthful than tinola, I suppose

Tinuom is said to be Cabatuan’s specialty, a town that has recently become an airport town. More than 2 decades ago, I was playing by the river, by the mango tree in barrio Tiring of this town. Never did I thought that Iloilo airport will be relocated in this countryside (bukid).

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Tied and wrapped during cooking, the one on the left side. That whole wrapped thing (with water inside) was boiled in a caldero

Tinuom is a kind food I can identify with eating in a nipa house in the middle of a bukid. It tasted like bukid, my kind of flavor, my kind of interesting meal before boarding.

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Flying school just beside the tinuom carinderia. From afar, the lab looked like a sari-sari store. I guess Coca-Cola doesn't limit its signage sponsorship to stores only, for in this case, an aircraft lab

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A sari-sari store by the road leading to the gate of the airport. Everything is surrounded by ricefield

Coconut Accoutrements

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Accoutrements: Sliced tree trunk as chopping board, bolo, and tin buckets for easy decanting of coconut water into a plastic bag

The coconut guy in his small coconut shop would want to know first what you need it for. Usually you’ll say it’s for buko salad, or you need the water as beverage, or whether you’d want the meat thick, or gel-like and runny, is enough information. With that knowledge, his itak (bolo) would then make a tap tap on the hard shell and depending on the sound, he’d know which coconut is the right one for you.

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Hands free pouring of coconut water into the bucket while busy selecting another coconut

I’ve been here twice already for the same purpose – to buy three coconuts to make agogo (ice candy). Each time, he’d cut all chosen ones for me on the sliced tree trunk as chopping board, then save the water in a plastic bag, and will manually grate the meat for you, but I stopped him for I opted to do it myself at home (downside was I had to lug all three coconuts). All these value added services are free for each coconut that he’s selling at Php20 (.457 USD) only. Labor is indeed dirt cheap in this country. Though unintentionally, the coconut guy gets a nice arm strengthening workout on the side. I’ve never seen a fat coconut guy.

Repurposed Tarp as Trike Roof