The year that was 2012..so far

There are moments when you just can't seem to catch a break. I was planning to go on a major trip with a high school friend, Andrea, this summer, but work did not allow me to go.

Just when things weren't going my way, my friend Nadine, introduced me to a mountaineering group. Just when I was getting the hang of it and looking forward to finishing it, I got injured.

If I look at this year and focus on those major blots, then I would say that this is such a bad year.

But I know I have a lot of things to be thankful for. God has given opportunities to enjoy life this year. But right now, as of this writing, seeing the positive amidst all these is tough.

So here I am, looking back at this year and trying to highlight the positive over the negative. I have a not so bad job, a loving family, supportive friends and above a God that loves me unconditionally.

And this year, He has allowed me to enjoy a lot of blessings that allowed me to enjoy life and get to do what I love to do, go around.

This year, I celebrated my birthday in cold cold winter and was able to do that at the least cost possible. Celebrated it with travel buddies, Ann and Alma, who are so used to me, taking control. We were able to explore one of the world's bustling cities in one of its biggest festivals and I got to experience snow for the first time in my life.

Also, this year I was able to go to  places I have been wanting to go for so long....... with my family. We were able to give a nice suprise gift to our mom on her birthday and Mother's day. I was able to go to climb mountains again despite being down with cold.....managed to share our blessings with the smokey mountain community. I was able to go to Camiguin with my super travel partner, Nadine. This island province has long been in my target map for quite some time. Found a new cell group with amazing ladies, to grow with.

And yet here I am, wallowing in self-pity just because I experienced these minor hiccups in an otherwise awesome year.  I know things happen for a reason. There is a perfect timing for everything.

God allow some things to happen because He has reasons for it. His reasons for now, I do not see nor comprehend yet I know He has a plan for all this.

That big trip can wait. The mountains can wait. It's a matter of me accepting that I should wait.

Only if I can let this stubborn feeling get away. And dissolve these disppointments away....

Random Musings

Some live for the destination, while a few get their high from stopovers. I realized those two groups need not mutually exclusive. I have been focused and zeroed in, on the destination. Yet I also enjoy the brief stopovers along the way and don't mind the inconvenience of delays unless of course you were rushing to something and have no time to spare. But aint life too short, just to zoom right through it?

As the adage goes, an adventure is only an inconvenience rightly considered. An inconvenience is an adventure wrongly considered.

B and C

I am thankful to God that on this year I was able to go to two  places I’ve been wanting to go to, Bohol and Camiguin. The two islands were similar at first sight but each has a different ace off its sleeve. Both islands boasts of the richest collection of marine species in the world. Yes, in the world. Too bad, I can’t attest to that on this post since I only explored the beauty of these islands above sea level.

I went to Bohol with my mother and siblings in May. Our first trip together as a group bigger than two! Yeeey!

I must say that Bohol, as a province, has one of the most organized tourism machinery in the country. It is so organized and developed that if you want to go in an off-beaten track journey, this is not the way to go.  Bohol is of course, famous for the Chocolate Hills, Loboc River Cruise, tarsier and Panglao Island beaches.

enjoying Loboc River Cruise buffet

I love Panglao beach particularly the beach near Bohol Beach Club (we stayed in a resort beside BBC), away from the crowds. Panglao Island beaches can give Boracay a run for its money. My two days stay in Bohol were not enough to explore what the island has to offer.

I'd like to commend the local government for doing a great job of providing livelihood to its people through their efficient tourism sector.

enjoying Panglao beach

I went to Camiguin, together with Nadine, in July. Camiguin has its own unique charms. In fact, I found this island, second to Batanes in terms of charm level. 

As the ferry nears the Benoni port, I knew my friend Nadine and I made the right choice in choosing it, as our first island destination. Camiguin is a quiet island with gorgeous beaches which are not crowded.

our boatman enjoying White Island

Camiguin is small, about 20km by 15 km. After going around the town for three days, we felt like we know our way around. The motorela is the popular mode of transportation going around the island. It's like a tuk-tuk and jeepney combined.

The island boasts of many volcanoes, seven in fact, with only one active, Hibok-Hibok. The land is so fertile that we were amazed by how huge the leaves and fruits were. We always walked around, so we managed to chat with a lot of schoolchildren and common townsfolk. Nadine even managed to bike around Mambajao, the capital town and up to the  Philvocs Hibok Hibok observatory.

atop the Philvocs Hibok Hibok observatory

Camiguin may be a popular destination but for me it has maintained an aura of mysticism reminiscent of Siquijor and Batanes.

in White Island with Hibok Hibok as backdrop

These two islands again prove that I live in a very beautiful country. I just have to explore it more.

"Tara na, byahe tayo upang ating makita ang ganda ng Pilipinas, ang galing ng Pilipino."

Of hits and misses

This year, so far, has been full of them of hits and misses. Although the hits have been greatly appreciated, the misses try to take the spotlight sometimes.

But I tell myself the hits have far outstaged the misses. So I'd rather than sweat it.

In life, we get a lot of curveballs and oftentimes, I look at them negatively coz they caught me off guard. But come to think of it, these unexpected things thrown our way test our speed and ability to adjust our batting skills.

So here’s hoping my batting average improves as time progresses.

Chinese Fascination

Ever since I read Pearl S. Buck's Good Earth in college, I dreamed of going to China. I was smitten by the landscape I imagined while reading the book.

It has been my dream to see just that, countryside in mainland China. In my imagination, it may just look like the ricefield we have here with a certain mysticism typical of a land far from home.  Of course, I imagined there'll be differences in the type of vegetation and much colder weather.

My interest in China started then.

I tried learning Mandarin but it was for naught since I wasn't able to practice. And it's quite a difficult language to learn with its four tones and gazillion characters.

So here I am, probably ten years  after I read the book, my interest on Chinese countryside was rekindled after seeing Zhang Yimou's the Road Home.

 I couldn't stop my tears from falling while watching this movie about a small village girl who fell in love with a young man from the city.

 I have been to China thrice but these are mostly to its big cities (Shanghai, Shenzhen and Beijing) and with very short trips to the countryside. My dream someday is to be able explore more of its countryside and find the good earth that has allowed this nation of 1.2 billion to be the superpower it is now and at what costs.

 elderly folks doing Tai Chi in Jingshan Park, Beijing

P.S.

My brother is now on his way to the mainland and here I am wishing that I could go with him.

Batanes

Oh Batanes, it has been three years since my first solo trip to the country's northernmost province and I realized I haven't written about this gem of a place.

I was in Batanes in the summer 2009 in my first solo trip. 

On the first day, I hired a tricycle driver to take me around town. I went to Valugan beach, Fundacion Pacita, the lighthouse near the town center.

Valugan beach has a unique shoreline with huge rocks of volcanic origin.

Valugan Beach with its boulders along the beach

Fundacion Pacita,a house owned by the Abads, set amid rolling hills and cliffs facing the sea, is one of the most picturesque place I have ever seen.

With my new found friend in front of Fundacion Pacita

The lighthouse, whose name escapes me, is close to the town center where I enjoyed watching the sunset and regular townfolks getting ready to go home after a day out in the field.

the lighthouse near town center

On the second day, I decided to join a jeepney tour around Batan Island. In the tour, I was with a big family from lolo, lola, siblings to the apos. We visited the house of Dakay Ilongga who moved to Batanes in the early 20th century. We visited the many sites around Batan, one highlight is the windy Marlboro country where I felt like anytime the strong breeze would carry me. We also visited a fishing village which thankfully had a mini sari sari store which sold the emergency stuff I needed.

Phew, thank God for our sari-sari stores. Although, the brand was not of good quality, a girl in the middle of nowhere, where electricity has just arrived, can't be choosy.

small fishing village

On the third day, I decided to go to Sabtang. I went with Lucky, the son of Ate Tess, the owner of the cafeteria which I frequented near the guesthouse where I'm staying. He and his friends were going to Sabtang to attend the town fiesta. So I went with the my new found gang.

When we got to the pier, the touring family I was with the day before, was also there. Our tour guide recognized me and put a life jacket on me, thinking I was still part of the tour. The ride to and from Sabtang is an adventure in itself. After one of the longest twenty-minute boat ride of my life, we got to Sabtang in one of the most exciting boat docking I have ever seen. Actually, your boat doesn't really dock like average boats do. Instead, men would try to hold the boat steady amid big crashing waves, and assist each passenger trying their best to balance in the makeshift platform. So there is no pier to speak of. Just people serving as temporary anchors as our boat gets slammed by one big wave after the other. 

Sabtang Lighthouse as seen from the pier

On that day, I was thankful Ate Tess, the cafeteria owner, offered his son as guide, because he ended up renting a motorbike which we took and I ended up riding a motor bike all over Sabtang island in one of my most scenic rides ever.

taken while I was on a motorbike on our way to the last barangay, Chavayan

Sabtang is a smaller island compared with Batan, thus everybody knows everybody.  Walking around town, I bumped into a college friend's kababayan, I met 102-year old man who had four kids who died, met a chatty lady who told me there's someone from Iloilo in Savidug, the man is from Banate, Iloilo! (Check out the similarities with Batanes). But he had chicken pox so I entered their house and he was all wrapped in blanket but we chatted, I took a picture of him and his family.

Kids hanging out in an unused window in Sabtang

After going around Sabtang, the boys wanted to go with Lucky and I to Nakabuang beach, and Lucky said it was walking distance, yeah it was about 5 kilometers one-way.

walking from Nakabuang to Sabtang town proper

I did not realize I dropped my shades on our way to the beach, until I saw the familiar object in the middle of the road on our way back to town. That’s how few vehicles pass by or passersby pass through that road the whole afternoon. 

Just when I thought the day's adventures were about to end, the boys got invited by the town’s mayor, so we ate at the mayor’s place. Then our gang decided to part for the day, so I decided walk around Sabtang, then the mayor saw me and invited me to a tour of the town. He took me to the top of the hill overlooking Sabtang. Then he took me to the light house, then the finale, he took me back to Nakabuang beach, on the motorbike. It was a moonless night so it was really dark. There were a lot of cows blocking the road. Looking back, I can't figure out how I was able to go through that. While I was riding with the mayor, I was thinking to myself, what am I doing, riding with a total stranger to a deserted beach. Anyway, I guess I just trusted my instincts with people and so far, most haven't disappointed. It was a moonless night, thus, it was too dark. So we just looked at the arch and left after a few minutes. When he dropped me off the canteen, the principal of the only school in town, saw me and invited me over to his sister's place. I had dinner where I ate ube and gabe as the rice substitute. This has been one of most surpising days of this trip for me.

looking over the town of Sabtang

On my fourth day in Batanes, I decided to have a good lunch in Fundacion Pacita. They were fully booked at that time but since I managed to establish rapport when I visited on the first day (Thanks to good friends), they accommodated me.

view for lunch

I had a sumptuous lunch with probably one the best cliffside views in the country. I enjoyed eating while "eavesdropping" on the big group composed of who’s who in Philippine society, discussing their trips to Paris and Barcelona. Added to the mix are the anecdotes of a friend who brings her dog to long haul flights in the cabin with special carriage privileges. The friend they say would rather bring the dog than her kids. I was not really eavesropping, I couldn’t help but hear  their conversations since we were the only occupants in the dining area.  

After they left, the owner noticed me and asked me if I was classmate of her son since I look familiar. Then she asked why I chose to go to Batanes when some would prefer going abroad since it is more expensive. I forgot what I said maybe because I wanted to go somewhere special on my 30^th birthday. Then, she lovingly replied “Anyone who chooses Batanes over an overseas trip, is special.”

After lunch, I decided to walk a bit and enjoy the scenery. Afterwhich, Kuya the driver fetched and took me to rolling hills, a place I almost skipped but am glad to go to. Rolling hills is my last stop for the day in an awesome journey to an awesome place.

rolling hills

On my last morning in Batanes, I decided to walk to the next town which I figured to be a few kilometers away. When I got to walk a few kilometers, I decided to hitchhike for the first time in my life. It was something that didn’t turn out that well. (My second attempt in hitchhiking was a successful one and it was in a totally different place.) When I got to the next town, people already know me as the girl who was walking from Basco to the next town.
This first solo trip felt like that, I feel like a girl who is walking towards the next chapter.

jumping in Marlboro country

Traffic

Manila traffic jams are terrible and last weekend, my friend Nadine and I got reacquainted with it. We left SMX Convention Center’s Manila Fame exhibit at around 5-ish hoping to catch a movie in Rizal Park. (Manila Fame which highlighted Filipino creativity at its finest deserves another story). I expected the travel time to be around 30 minutes. I knew then that there was the Pyrolympics finale that Saturday so good thing we were getting out of MOA. But we were not spared with Manila’s notorious jams that after 30 minutes, we were still in the CCP complex, a stone’s throw away from MOA.

Signs na sobrang traffic na sa daan:

1.       Pag may nagtitinda na sa kalagitnaan ng daan

2.       Pag napag-usapan nyo na ng kasama mo sa sasakyan lahat ng puedeng pag-usapan

3.       Pag yung kasama ay nagsasalita na na kanyang sariling wika at naghihintay ng sagot sa yo

4.       Pag nauubos na ang lahat ng pasensya mo dahil mas malayo pa ang nararating ng mga naglalakad kesa sa inyo naka sasakyan

5.       Pag may panahon ka to come up with this list