I have been itching to share my thoughts on my travels. Writing and travel is a good mix like that chicken and spaghetti or the beer and chicharon (cured pork skin) which I really love when doodling on my notepad. Writing and travel combo will be best complemented with good pictures but don’t expect much here, though. This is not some super vacation journal or those once a year big budget trips on a 5-star remote island. This is something about my activities, adventures and my thoughts during my days off. I love to see places and learn more about their history, people, and their specialties but I want to keep it on a budget trip as much as possible. I don’t even consider them "real" travels since most of them will be just a short excursion to the section of Old Manila for a crash course on history, a pancit (noodles) treat to Chinatown, a gone for the weekend on a nearby province, or when I run along Pasig River for my cardio work out. Going to beautiful places couldn't be that far and expensive at all.
I work in Business Processing Outsource industry just like maybe more than half of the younger people in the Metro. Working for BPO companies is mostly at graveyard shift as they cater mostly to US clients. Philippines is a half day ahead of US clock. I’m with sales so that gives me lots of stress. Ways I cure the stress? Go on foot during my free days. Pack that mini knapsack with pen, notebook, and bottled water, a fully charged digicam, would lace up my rubber shoes and there I go. Another way is run along Pasig River or trek the urban streets of my surrounding area early mornings. I have the penchant for taking the “road less traveled”. I live in the “Tri-City” of Pasig, Makati and Pateros. A landlocked area in the overlapping boundaries of these three unique sections of Metro Manila.
Pasig is one of oldest human habitation in the country. The early Filipinos settled along its banks even before the Spaniards came. The river connects Manila Bay and Laguna de Bay where according to history the flower Nilad (Scyphiphora hydrophyllacea) used to be abundant. This is where Manila got its name: "May nilad" or "There's a nilad". Checking on scientific data, nilad is a shrub and not a flower. It also didn't grow along the banks of the river since they thrive only on mangrove forests and sandy beaches. Obviously, that would be the shores of Manila Bay because Laguna de Bay was a caldera of a sunken volcano. Since the flow of the river would shift between the two bays depending on the tide, Nilads could have been washed along the banks of the Pasig River. Now, the river is full of water lilies which is definitely not a good sign for any river. According to my professor back in College, a river full of lillies is a dirty river. Pasig River opens up the setting for Jose Rizal’s second novel El Filibusterismo (The Reign of Greed). Today, Pasig is a contrast of an old town and bustling city.
Pateros used to be a barrio of Pasig during the Spanish times. Now it is the only remaining town in the whole of Metro and I would say Pateros gives you the atmosphere of the countryside in the city.My apartment is in the outskirts of Pateros. It's so quiet at night you wouldn't think I live in the city. But just a few hundred meters from the gate of my pad, is the noisy and crowded intersection of Makati and Pasig. The town is famous for balut (duck embryo) hence, considered the Balut Capital of the country. I just missed a couple weeks ago the Feast of St. Martha, the town's patroness. One lesson learned was to always bring your camera anywhere you go. You’ll never know what would happen next, it wouldn’t hurt. Makati is the business district of Metro Manila. It’s the Manhattan of NY. What can you expect in a place like this? Urban, hip, modern, fast and progressive and that’s the reason why I feel compelled to post anything about my place, my adventures, my walks. Three unique destinations, three different cultures, what more can you ask for. Not to mention, I am from Palawan, a place of totally different culture and environment. This makes everything interesting.
A gone for the weekender-adventurer-student of life-observer-environmentalist.
"Life should be fun and never run out of adventure no matter how hard life could be or else there's no sense in calling it a life at all."
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As the mild and cool breeze of habagat (southwest monsoon) sweeps one early harvest time of 2003, sending a chill in the air for the people in a half-open nipa hut perched on a ledge of a limestone karst, a name was given birth in an island which houses the most beautiful and cleanest inland body of water on this side of earth: Kayangan Lake. The name Ayu was bestowed to this writer by a couple of friends who belong to a group of indigenous people in this corner of the archipelagic province dubbed as the Philippines' Last Ecological Frontier, Palawan. Their tribe is called the Tagbanua of Coron Island in the Calamianes Region. The area is a cluster of islands and islets on the northernmost part of the province. Their clan is one of the remaining indigenous people in the Philippines who are able to preserve and continue their way of life in commune and in an almost traditional way despite the major changes in our society and environment. Tagbanua means "people of the place."
Ayu in Calamian Tagbanua means tree. They came up with the name that would fit the value and demeanor they saw in me during my stay in their community as environmental educator, friend, brother, and son. I find it just perfect as tree in a simple sense connotes the environment, life, nature, air, the world, us. Nothing else can best represent these things than a tree and there's no other thing I can relate or symbolize myself than a tree. Just a perfect choice, a gift I should say. In Malaysia, ayu means aura. In Japan and other parts of China and Korea it is a kind of fish. Again, no matter how big the distance between these places, the word would often refer to nature or something pertaining to nature. I am just delighted.
The simple ritual of just orally conferring the new name came after countless of hours working with them and the other groups of indigenous people (including the Tagbanua of mainland and Palaw-án in the south) on the protection of their Ancestral Domain. This also came after long sessions trying to study their native tounge and after years of trying to live and become one with them culturally and spiritually. They are believed to be descendants of the Tabon Man, the first Homo sapiens to roam the Philippines 40,000 years ago. As for the last name I personally penned Cicada which is the scientific name for crickets or "kuliglig". These creatures abound the upland and coastal forest of Palawan and have really fascinated me with their harmonious sound. Presence of this musically genius insects that play lullabye at night and "impetus blues" during daytime when you hike to the forest, translates the diversity and abundance of life in the area. Thus, equates to the good condition of its forest community.
Ayu Cicada would lead me in my search for cultural identity at this age of globalization and disrespect. This process has been done by icons who chose the same path like the renowned artfilm director/writer Eric de Guia aka Kidlat Tahimik (Silent Lightning) and avant-garde musician Joey Ayala aka Batang Bakal (Mendicant Child-referring to the street children begging for money who would scrape the side of your car with a piece of metal if you didn't give any). They are among those who cast off their colonial names, in one way or another and pursue a more homegrown one in propagating their aspirations and endeavor.
Ayu, the Tree, represents my indigenous name. The true Filipino name that would give back the pride lost when we were forcibly given colonial names by the conquistadores. Cicada, the Cricket, would play the music brewed in my most beloved homeland and concocted by the sounds from our neighboring cultures.The great Bob Marley dreamt of a society under "One Love, One Life" and I believe that before we can attain this state of mind, we must first establish, understand and recognize our own identity. And in this case we Filipinos should dig back our roots to be able to blend these unique qualities with our brothers and sisters in other lands for that mission.
Patatas Kayo Diyan!
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