Getting yourself on top of the mountain is like cleansing yourself from all the stress in life.
Hello Sunny Boy!
Before the sun came up, we forced ourselves to get out from the comfort of our sleeping bag and tent, put on our head lamp, sip on some hot coffee, and made a quick ascend (at about 15 to 20 minutes) to the summit of the mountain. it’s still dark when we reached the top. we sat down into the ground and silently waiting for the sun to rise.
So that’s it. Sunny boy came up, and we greeted him happily. I usually said my prayers during this wonderful moment and time.
After devouring ourselves with the Lord’s wonderful creation, we went back down to the campsite.
Termites’ trail in an old book.
One afternoon at school. My classmates and I were trying to kill our time at our favorite place to hangout inside the campus. While sitting idly, my eyes were pinned on these carvings of termites in an old book that was laid flat on the table.
It’s either making your way by climbing over the steep side of the rocks and might fall eventually with the chance of hitting your head against the rock or by jumping into the water with leeches on it.
We tried the rocks but duh… I doubted if I’ll ever make it. There’s a part over there wherein I can’t get a stable grip when I tried to make a turning leap except entrusting my fate in the hands of my buddy( that will be Leo Adorado) but I don’t think he’ll managed to pull me over the edge considering that I am way heavier now. I’ve done this before but I don’t usually go halfheartedly, so I stepped back. I guess things really changes over time. We can never do things over and over same way as before. But with perseverance, for sure we’ll be able to catch our goal but on the other way around, taste a new experience and learn something different, defying fear (because I’m really scared with leeches to death).
Then I chose leeches. ;-)
As a recap on the first part of this travel here’s a link: Surigao Del Sur part 1: Cantilan, “The Cradle of Towns” http://dabawenyolife.wordpress.com/2012/03/09/surigao-del-sur-part-1-cantilan-the-cradle-of-towns/
After 2 days of spending time at Surigao Del Sur State University, Cantilan Campus our next destination is a six hours travel going to visit the town of Tagbina. We’re going to visit Royaks, my hubby’s friend who lived there. While waiting for our bus along the road, this kind of Habal-habal ride caught my attention because it’s not the usual Habal-habal ride I’ve seen. Boy it has a roof! Then I assessed that maybe the reason it’s modified like this because the town’s area is very open and very hot.
Habal-habal is a passenger motorcycle modified to carry more people. A more complex one can be loaded with 5 or more passengers including the humongous pack of supplies and other baggage. So, imagine a flowering motorcycle. That’s how it will look like. :D In far away provinces, rides like these are more suitable and convenient than passenger Jeep and tricycles for they will not going to make it through, passing a very steep, narrow, rocky and muddy terrain.
I have lots of memories riding this one. But my most unforgettable habal-habal experience was my first fall from it. Yes, I was thrown out from the motorcycle as we were approaching on a very steep and bumpy road. I was flying! :D
At last, our bus came. We said our goodbyes to the Catilangnon and hopped on inside the bus. After a while, the bus stopped. We were wondering why it has stopped when there’s no incoming passenger. As we looked around, we found out that the driver bought something from the stall on the roadside. I peeked on the window and saw the man was selling bibingka freshly baked in a fire furnace.
Bibingka is a native Filipino rice cake traditionally made from galapong (glutinous or sticky rice). A piece of banana leaf is used to line the bottom of the cake, and baked with charcoals on top and underneath the cake. There are many varieties of special bibingka today. But I’d still prefer the native one.
My pards and I quickly jumped out of the bus too! I love native delicacies! :P Especially the ones made from the provinces because they tasted just the way it supposed to be. When we reached the stall the man said that it’s all sold out. Hearing that I felt disappointed because the bus will not going to wait for us. The man looked at me, and then tried to check the bibingka again.
We’re glad that it’s done already. Hmmm, it smells good. We ran back to our bus, holding the super hot, super full and fluffy rice cakes. :D It’s so hot that we couldn’t eat it right away. A moment later, a nearly broken bridge is in front of us. The center foundation is bending down and will soon to collapse. The driver instructed us to get off the bus for our safety. We walked along the bridge then the bus. I didn’t able to take a shot of the scene because I’m still holding bibingka in my hand and the camera was in my pack.
As we are traveling forward, I took some of these shots as I was looking from the window of the bus….
A jumbo, passenger jeepney.
Jeepney is the most widely used means of transportation in the country. The design was modified depending on the route it will travel. Vehicles like these in the remote and mountainous areas were developed to last against rough roads. It has bigger size, bigger tires and more seating for endurance and convenience. Jeepney in the cities was smaller, colorful and trendy. “History tells that the first jeepney was made from the US military jeep. After the World War II, hundreds of leftover jeeps were left and sold by the Americans to the Filipinos. These were then modified to have more passenger seats, installed roofs for shade and beautify it with colors and stuffs.” Until now it keeps on evolving.
I was happy sharing and talking about my trip a while ago, but now it feels heavy in my heart. I felt sad for my country and the people. Realizing that until now, my country is still a poor country. As a regular citizen, I think I knew why my country is moving on so slow. I hope it crossed the minds of the politicians too and take a look at it. The people have to be creative and resourceful to endure and survive, making life easy no matter how hard it is, fighting and striving to live. What touches and amazes me the most is that despite all of these, the people still do manage to “live happily”. I’ve been to different places in Mindanao region and the one common character of all the people I’ve me ton the way is that they were all “happy folks”. So much for my sentimientos. I’m sorry to bore you into this. I didn’t mean to. Blame it to the modified vehicles. hehe :P
We stopped for a while to give way for this giant machine loading this earth to the truck which is blocking the road.
Passing on the seaside. Made me gazed in appreciation every time I passed by the seaside or any bodies of water.
Happy workers, laughing around while doing their job. A lot of ongoing road construction along the way. Sign of progress. :D
There were rice fields everywhere. Here and there.
Man relaxing on a pile of coconut husks. He’s probably tired .
Surely does look like a gold- plated mountain side or a flaming mountain. Actually most of the mountain side here were reddish- brown in color but this one is the resulting color when it hit the ray of the sun.This time it’s sunset.
We stepped down the bus at the terminal of Barobo, a nearby town of Tagbina. From there, Royaks came to get us and off we go to his house at Tagbina. We arrived there late at night and had a good night sleep.
On my next post, we will visit another town again, to see how enchanting is “the enchanted river” ?.. I want to know if the pictures I’ve seen were really true. So stick with me. ;) ;) ;)
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The IT and Engineering department of Surigao Del Sur State University, Cantilan campus is holding a 2 day seminar about “PC Interfacing”. My husband was invited to be the speaker of the said event. So one Thursday night my pards and I packed up and off we go to north.
Here is a brief history of the place we’re going to:
Cantilan is one of the oldest towns in the province of Surigao del Sur, Philippines. It’s the mother municipality of CarCanMadCarLan area. This is an acronym town namely: Carrascal, Cantilan, Madrid, Carmen and Lanuza. This explains why Cantilan is regarded as “the cradle of towns” in Surigao Del Sur. The story of the origin of Cantilan started a long time ago when the inhabitants used to cross the river to buy fish from the woman named “Tilang” who also resides near the shoreline. When people were asked for directions where to buy fish, they were often answered with “Adto Kan Tilang” , A Cantilangnon dialect which means “You go to Tilang”. Later, the place was named
Cantilang. This was then changed to Cantilan.
We took a bus, and then a van. After 12 hours of travelling in a long and winding road, we finally reached the school by almost lunch time.
We are warmly welcomed by Ms. Divine Grace Loren and Mrs. Cheryl Tayo. The HRM students then accommodated us to their mini hotel and we stayed there for two days.
Lunch break! Enthusiast students stayed for a while for clarifications and grabbed a copy of must have pointers. Peeking out from the audio/visual room, I took some of these shots. And did some clicks around the campus area. Actually the school covers a very wide area but I never get the chance to go around.
On the other hand, these were some of the “Catilangnon “common dishes. Crabs! crabs! crabs! Surigao is in the northeastern coast ofMindanao facing the pacific ocean. So this town is really abundant in sea foods. The place where I have eaten the fattest crab! :P This recipe is Ginataang Alimango (Crab in coconut milk). A steamed crabs and squash, simmered in coconut milk and seasoned with spices and finger chilies.
Photos with Ms Loren, Mrs. Tayo and some of the second batch students who attended the seminar. :)
End of the 2 days seminar, the students together with their lovely teachers accompanied us to the bus stop. We had a wonderful time and once again a new set of people has marked my heart. Unfortunately, I never get the chance to take a photo of the oldest church in town. It was built during the Spanish regime in early 1800’s. I saw it while riding a motorcycle upon our arrival but I didn’t take a snap because I was planning of roaming around the town afterwards, but it did not happen. Our trip continued from Cantilan, Surigao Del Sur travelling 6 hours to Tagbina Surigao del Sur.
More stories and photos on my next post. Come and join me on my journey. :)
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Truly what’s done cannot be undone.
But that doesn’t stop you from moving on
Just like an empty shell that has been filled.
Life is filled with moments where you have to let go or lose a dear one
But that’s not the end of your story
That’s the end of their part in your story
Sometimes you have to say goodbye to what’s gone
Appreciate what still remains
And look forward to what’s coming next.
” A trash like the empty shell can still be meaningful. It’s impossible to put the egg yolk back inside the shell. Same with people, we must not allow this emptiness to just let us be stagnant, rot and decompose without fighting. Who knows that this thrown out empty shell can still have its use and be meaningful? Same with us, there are times which we may think that we reached the end of the line, but there’s always a way if we hold on. God will make a way when there’s seems to be no way. All of us will go passed this world, so we must live it to the fullest. It’s great to be alive!”
A part of me is missing.
Deep within me is hurting.
Trying hard to fill the hallow me.
Hoping that I could fix the broken me.
I keep on trying,
But ended crying.
Can somebody help me?
Help me find the missing piece of me.
But I guess what is done,
Cannot be undone.
An empty shell is what I am.
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This beautiful scenery called “The Sleeping Dinosaur” will greet you along the way as you’re heading to the city proper of Mati, Davao Oriental and coming from Davao City. As the name implies it looked like a dinosaur sleeping in the sea, with some parts of its body slightly immersed in the water. This one is worth stopping by and be grateful on how our Almighty God created the nature. And oh! Don’t forget to take camera with you.
Enduring the rough roads, scorching heat of sunlight, river cascades and pressure. A mountaineer’s shoes usually ends up like this– a muddy shoes. Nevertheless, may look haggard as it is, it tells a story of a fighting spirit and enduring whatever obstacles that comes along the way. ;) ;) ;)