7.16.2007

Favorite Places

(Originally posted in my other blog)

Time to list my favorite places. I have a terrible wanderlust. If money was no object, I probably would be difficult to locate at any given time. As such, I am still blessed to have had jobs that enabled me to travel to beautiful places. Oh well, traveling to a new place is always beautiful to me anyway. One of the best pieces of advice I’ve heeded came from my cousins. When I started working, they told me to always set aside money for travel. No surprise there, really. We all share two addictions – chocolates and travel. That’s family, haha!

Ok, the list, in no particular order.

1. Baguio
A sentimental favorite. I could no longer count how many times I’ve been there, especially when I was a kid. I love the pre-1990 earthquake Baguio, where the lion at Kennon Road still looks like a lion (looks like a monkey now). Baguio way before Session Road became so crowded and polluted. And yes, Baguio when Camp John Hay was still an American base. I had that illusion that I was in another country because of the cold weather and using dollars instead of pesos inside the camp. The field near Mansion is probably the reason why wildflowers are my favorite. Baguio is always a blast with my cousins. The entire clan once went to Baguio when I was little. I was too young to actually remember details, but what I remember was that it was the happiest vacation I ever had with the family. Post-earthquake Baguio is still beautiful (but I hate that it has SM now) and I’m glad to have been back, with friends this time.

2. Capiz
Of course, my father’s hometown. I used to hate it when I was younger. I mean, I wasn’t really close to my relatives because I rarely saw them, I didn’t know the dialect, no phone, limited tv channels, etc. My thinking then was that provinces suck. Geez, I’m now blushing that I ever felt that way. Maturity and exposure to other provinces certainly changed everything. It also helped greatly that I’m better acquainted with my relatives. And the seafood! It is only in Capiz where I could eat my fill of shrimp and crab without making a major dent in our bank account. Ok, maybe a nick, but imagine if I did that here in Manila! It is now a tradition for my aunt prepare a breakfast of shrimp and rice after we arrive there. The flight arrives a little after 6am, so we’re home by 7, just in time for that yummy breakfast. The last time I was there (last summer), I think I ate meat only twice or thrice in six days. That’s something for a certified carnivore like me.

3. Paris
A dream come true. That trip wasn’t even supposed to be for me. It was for my officemate, who also happened to be a college friend. He wasn’t able to get his passport on time, so it fell to me. Funny thing though. He later confessed that even if he had a passport, he probably would still have let me go. He was apprehensive of going to a foreign country for the first time, alone, and at winter yet. Paris was just enchanting. I even enjoyed the winter chill. Conventional things I did: went to Louvre and Musée d’Orsay, Eiffel Tower, Arc de Triomphe, and even a monument (Flame d’ la Liberte) above the tunnel where Princess Diana died. The monument had nothing to do with Princess Diana whatsoever. Odd things that I did/happened to me: almost stalked a guy that was a Tom Cruise dead-ringer; thought it snowed the previous night because I saw snowflakes on a tree – turned out to be fake when I touched it; a miscommunication in the boulangerie resulted in me being given ham and cheese sandwich on the longest and hardest French bread – which I ate on a park bench in freezing temperature albeit under bright sunshine, and where two adorable little French girls tried to befriend me, though it didn’t work because I spoke no French and they spoke no English; got lost looking for Notre Dame and ended up at the French police headquarters and city jail (not actually inside, just passed by); got called “kid” – I was 24 already – inside a shop; going to the wrong airport terminal, and to get to the right one, I passed through a door where among the signs above it was “Naivete”.

4. Dumaguete and Negros in general
The boulevard! Dumaguete is a beautiful, quiet university city by the sea. It is perfect for walking around and the layout of the city center is such that you won’t get lost. If for some reason you actually do get lost, just look towards the boulevard/sea. It is where the sun is in the morning. Better yet, just ask the friendly people. I’ve been to Dumaguete on business thrice and once on vacation with my friends. I fell in love with it right away on my first visit. I was finally able to catch the beautiful sunrise on my last visit. Dumaguete is the sentimental home of Filipino writers, being the host of the oldest running writers’ workshop in the country. I can easily understand why so many writers find inspiration there. Soon I’ll be back there with my pen and journal, better yet, my Macbook, hehe (I wish!). Of course I’ll mention the food. Budbud kabog is so yummy! It is best dipped in native tsokolate. Slurp! I’m not a fan of sans rival, but I find myself eating it there. Their version is so yummy and buttery. Finally, my favorite breakfast at Bethel Guest House – danggit, fried rice, egg and tsokolate. Followed by a stroll on the boulevard. Aaah.

The road trip from Dumaguete to Bacolod has among the most beautiful sceneries I’ve seen in the country. Crossing over from Oriental to Occidental Negros is not just a physical experience. It is also a mini cultural cross. Bacolod is close to my heart because it is similar in dialect and culture to Capiz. I also have relatives there. Chicken Inasal in Manokan Country is the best! I was recently back in Bacolod with friends and it was my shortest stay ever – less than 24 hours. Whew! Hope to stay longer next time.

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5. Bantayan island

3-hour bus ride and 30-minute boat ride from Cebu City. It seemed like it was in the middle of nowhere, and it really FELT like it was when we got there. The resort we stayed in was the only one in that part of the island. The most amazing thing in Bantayan was the sunrise. Yeah, yeah, I woke up just for it. And no, I didn’t go back to sleep afterwards! I hit the ocean right away for an early morning splash – and almost stepped on a HUGE jellyfish! Bantayan faces east so it had a really early sunrise. Woke up at 5am on our first morning and we were surprised that the sun was already up! Hindi pa naman katirikan ng araw. But it was already light outside. So the following day, I woke up at 4:45, it was still dark but the rays were starting to peek over the horizon. One of my friends was already up, camera ready. Not wanting to miss a moment of it, we rushed out in our sleepwear. We took just enough time to brush our teeth and splash water on our faces. Of course, our Rebs, the worst sleepyhead, was still glued to her bed, hehe! Tin and I were silent the entire time of our sunrise-watching. Of course, it could have been because we were too sleepy to move our mouths. I still think sunrises are best experienced in silence. After that, it was “tara na!” A mad dash to our room to change into our swimsuits. Another mad dash to the ocean! A screeching halt inches away from the jellyfish. Watched a man bathing his dog in the ocean – complete with soap! Tried exercising in the water.

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6. Boracay
Paradise on earth. I wanted to roll all over the powdery white sand the minute it touched my feet. If Bantayan sunrises are perfect, then it’s sunset for Boracay. I actually have never seen a full Roxas Boulevard sunset (arguably the best in Philippines, according to some) so I don’t know how the Boracay one compares. I have also witnessed a lot of sunsets in many different places. It’s still Boracay in my book though. The clear water and shallow waves are perfect. I have yet to see a beach that matches Boracay. Maybe one day in another part of the globe.

7. Mt. Apo and the surrounding areas
Ok, I did not climb it – only got as far as its foot. But I was fortunate to see it – and its peak – up close at the PNOC Geothermal Plant. There is an area there that gives the best and closest view of the peak. That is, if you manage to rise early enough. Because Mt. Apo is so high, the peak is visible only in the early morning and late afternoon. There is also a steaming lake nearby, Lake Agco. The water is so hot (boiling point) that the lake is barely visible through the steam. One time we also went Barangay Manobo, about an hour’s ride from the PNOC plant – a rough, muddy mountain ride. But the view was spectacular! We were so high up in the mountains (and these are among the highest mountains in the Philippines) that it felt like we were on top of the world.

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8. Loboc River, Bohol
The lunch river cruise may be very tourist-y, but it’s still one of the highlights of a Bohol trip. This time I’m going to let the pictures speak for themselves.

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My Oasis in the City

(Originally posted in my other blog)

Here’s where I walk my dog on weekends. The river park is just below our street.




On Monday mornings, it’s my dad’s turn to walk the dog. I’ve been joining him lately. We like to buy vegetables here. It’s fresher and cheaper than the ones in the market. Some enterprising people planted vegetable patches (see above photo) and sell their crops to joggers, bikers, anyone walking along the river park.




I feel like I’m in some place other than Metro Manila whenever I go here. And then I see the smog in the horizon (that’s Quezon City). Oh well, I am in Metro Manila after all.

However, I’m glad that even though Marikina has become a city, it has pretty much retained its small town quality. We live in one of the oldest parts of the town, er, city. I’ve never lived anywhere else. It’s where my mom grew up, and my grandfather, and I guess the first generation of our clan. I like it here because of the familiarity (most of our neighbors are relatives of various degrees), safety, accessibility and convenience. We’re near the church, market, city hall, transport hubs, mall, and the main highway.

Maybe this is another reason why I still can’t leave Metro Manila no matter how sick I am of it. I still always go home to a beautiful, peaceful place.

Capiz

(Originally posted in my other blog)

Once and for all, I’d like to erase the aswang (witch) image of Capiz. It is so far from what the place really is all about. I’ve been coming to the province since I was a baby, and not once have I had even a remotely aswang-related experience. Yes, I’ve walked on dark streets at midnight, and I’m still in one piece today. I’m more scared at midnight here in Metro Manila. It’s all supernatural. Human vultures are much more dangerous.

Of course, it’s my father’s home province, so that’s probably why aswangs don’t show their faces to me. I might even be one, haha! Kidding! Capiz is the first place I”ve ever traveled to – before I could even talk. I’m glad to see how it progressed through the years. Gone were the days of no electricity and no running water.

Capiz is officially nicknamed ‘Seafood Capital of the Philippines’, a moniker it truly deserves. It is the one place where I literally pig out on seafood. I love meat, but I could go for days without it in our province. Seafood in Capiz is fresh, safe, yummy, plentiful, and really cheap. Special mention goes to its crabs, shrimps, diwal (angel-wings shellfish) and bangus.

Roxas City is the capital of Capiz. It is named after Capiz native, President Manuel Roxas. The city appears to be a regular provincial capital, with its typical layout of the Cathedral, plaza, and Capitol all in one area. What I love about it is the bridge over the river that runs through Roxas City. Its beautiful design is reminiscent of a pont (bridge) over River Seine in Paris. I took a closer look at that bridge and river during my last visit, and only then did I spot the similarity.




Baybay Beach in Roxas City has gray sand, but it is just as powdery as Boracay’s white sand. It’s waters are not as clear and as calm, and has a tendency to be jelly fish-infested in late summer/early rainy season afternoons, but it’s still a popular hangout for locals and tourists alike. Cheap but delicious food, and cheap but clean cottages abound. It has become a tradition for us to go there late in the afternoon until early evening with some of my cousins, usually on the day before we go back to Manila. The atmosphere is so laid back as compared to the more popular resorts in the Philippines. My favorite is just watching the fishermen haul in their last catch of the day.

Pan-ay is my dad’s hometown. It is the next town after Roxas City, around 20 minutes away. Pan-ay’s distinctive landmark is the Sta. Monica Church, where you can find Asia’s biggest bell. Visitors are allowed to climb the belfry to get a closer look. Its gong is as big as a person’s head, and several people can fit under its mouth. The sound can be heard up to 7 kilometers away. The bell was cast with roughly 70 sacks of coins donated by parishioners, and has this inscription in Spanish:

“Soy la voz de Dios que llevare’ y enzalsare’ desde el principio hasta el fin de este pueblo de Panay para que los fieles de Jesus vengan a esta casa de Dios a recibir las gracias celestials”

(”I am the voice of God which will echo and praise from the beginning until the end of this town of Pan-ay, so that the faithful of Jesus Christ will come to this house of God to receive heavenly graces.”)



The Baroque church itself is a masterpiece, built using corals. Recently restored (ehem, by my uncle’s team ;-) ), the church still has much of its original terra cotta and black and white marble floor, main altar retablo and side altar retablos. Even the old pulpit was retained. A museum beside the church shows more of its history and treasures.

Capiz is probably just like any bucolic place in the Philippines, but the people make it more special. In my opinion – probably a tad biased one – Visayans are one of the nicest people in the Philippines. They are so welcoming. It doesn’t matter who you are, they are eager to embrace you into their fold. They probably don’t know the meaning of the word ‘wary’. Their lilting accent makes them even more endearing. There’s no exact English translation for it, they are simply ‘malambing’. The closest translation would probably be ‘gentle’. Yes, even the aswangs have that quality, haha!

Seriously, come visit Capiz if you want a truly charming experience.





Hello, world

I've finally created a travel blog. My ultimate dream job has always been to write for a major international travel magazine or a show like Lonely Planet. Until then, this blog will have to suffice for now.

There are so many more people who are so much more well-traveled than I am, but allow me to share my experiences and insights of whatever places I've visited. Most of them will be places in the Philippines, as I've only been to three other countries...so far. Besides, this is also a vehicle to promote my own dear country.

I owe a lot of my travels to two previous jobs where I had assignments and projects that brought me to different places, some of which veer off the beaten track. Therefore, a big thank you to sponsors and clients who made it possible.

I'll start with a piece about Capiz, my dad's home province. From there, it's anywhere, anything goes. As what's on my header, this blog will be about faraway places and nearby nooks and crannies, so sometimes there will be reviews/commentaries about places in Metro Manila (where I live). Basta, this will be all about PLACES.

As we say in our language, tara na, sakay na, byahe na! (Let's go, ride, travel! ...or something like that :) )