Wednesday, February 14

Batanes at a glance


BATANES AT A GLANCE
Originally uploaded by wershwie.
One of the most popular destinations in the Philippines, yet one of the least visited by locals.

I was lucky to have been sent there for work in April 2005. Having run out of direct flights from Manila ('cause we only got the assignment early May), plus a relatively tight budget, we resorted to driving all the way to Laoag and catching a flight from there.

The drive from our office in Makati to Laoag took us around 12 hours, I think. That already includes stopovers for food and bladder relief (hehe). From the Laoag airport, we bought tickets to CHEMTRAD, the airline that flies 8-seater planes to and around Batanes. It wasn't exactly a cheaper alternative as each of us had to pay around P6,500 for our roundtrip tickets whereas a roundtrip ticket from Manila via Asian Spirit would cost around P10,000.00. The slow plane takes 1.5hrs to get to Basco, Batanes from Laoag. It flies slowly, as in scary-slash-can-get-you-quite-impatient kind of slow. Haha... But it was fun, nonetheless. Nothing beats sitting directly behind the pilot, breathing down his neck. ;)

That was the first time I got to stay in a guesthouse where we had to share the bathroom and toilet with the other guests. That was a new experience for me as I've always been assigned to the more popular hotels/resorts during my 2.5 year stint in the travel channel, but I didn't mind it at all. Actually, it was perfect that I had that kind of lodging in Batanes as it gave me a better sense of the place and its people. (And then now I realize that that was my introduction to the backpacking style of travelling :D)

We stayed at SHANEDEL'S INN, paying just P250 per night for our beds. We got to fill up two rooms - one for the girls and the other one for the boys. They had a restaurant/bar downstairs which served nice food and cheap drinks while giving you a great view of the sea.

Food and whatever else around the island comes at the same price you get them in Metro Manila as they are all actually imported from Manila. The exceptions are the vegetables and animal produce they get from their own.

Being a photography enthusiast, I was stoked to indulge in its landscape with my 35mm SLR. Unfortunately, my camera conked out on me after just ten clicks. Good thing my Sony Ericsson P900 served as a great back-up camera. At least I still got to capture some visual memories I can share with the rest of the world. :)



In Batanes, I got to mingle with the locals. We went to visit the boat-builders, the fishermen, those who worked on handicrafts - the elders. Yup, the elders. I was overwhelmed by their passion for their respective crafts, but at the same time I felt a pang of sadness in realizing that not much from the younger generations cared much to practice, or let alone learn, the skills.



Life is simple there. People go fishing day and night. Farming also happens all year round. There is no white sand beach where tourists flock to, but there are breathtaking cliffs, peaceful stone beaches, and lighthouses that give you panoramic views of the island.

It's a place that will just leave a smile on your face, no matter what you do, no matter where you look. Landscapes, seascapes, smiling locals, frolicking animals right at the top of the hills. It's very different from most of the Philippines topographically speaking, but the warmth and hospitality of their locals is very much as Filipino as the rest of the country is.

Tuesday, February 13

I now dub thee...


My Quiet Place
Originally uploaded by wershwie.
My travel blog. :)


Never really had purpose for this account except for convenience in replying to friends whose blogs are on, well, blogger. :P But since I figured it'd be nice to have a venue just for my travels, I decided on reviving this blog.

So, yeah, from this day forth let this blog be known as my online travel journal. The one in the pic is my physical travel journal. hehehe...

To travelling the world!!!

Tuesday, October 11

people killing people

This was my latest post in LJ, but I thought it needed to be present in both platforms.

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I braced myself for yet another compelling documentary scheduled tonight - Discovery's The Beslan Seige. All TWO hours of it. I posted an entry on a BBC documentary on the same topic a while back, and just like after watching that docu, I turned off the TV quite emotional.

In contrast to BBC, though, Discovery's documentary focused more on what actually happened during the attack. Apparently, I got some details wrong from the previous docu, but most was basically maintained... but this one made me even sadder about people killing people. One survivor was narrating how he was led by the terrorists from somewhere else in the school to the gym. He said the terrorist was telling them, "We're trying to scare your government. Thank you for your participation." I swear... ASSHOLE!!!

People killing people.

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The other day I finally got to pop in my DVD of 28 Days Later. The story was basically about survivors of a viral outbreak that left the infected insane with rage, going around killing the non-infected and living like zombies. At a certain point the main characters found themselves in the safety of a small military fortress. The lead guy character asked the head of the group how he could handle the whole thing, and the military dude said something like, "You think I'm not used to this? People killing people? You think I haven't been to wars? We're trained for this, people killing people."

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Wars. People killing people. Really, isn't that the worst outbreak for humanity? Certain words come to mind... Iraq. Kuwait. North Korea. South Korea. Chechnya. Moscow. The list goes on, really. I don't think I can ever imagine the feeling of terror knowing that the enemy is just less than 10 miles away. The experience I have closest to that is that time we were in South Cotabato. Coming from Lake Sebu, we were going to a nature park up north (or was that down south? i forget...). But before we headed out, we made a quick pit stop at our base resort. I didn't know why we made a stopover, but it was mostly our guides who left to get stuff. When they all returned holding a gun each (shotguns, rifles... blech), I took one quick look at our cameraman who just nodded his head in assurance that it's gonna be okay. I mean, c'mon, we were working for a travel channel not a news network, for crying out loud! Apparently, we were headed for a nature park almost at the top of the mountain a few minutes away from the resort. Beyond that park, further up the mountain, would already be the Saranggani Province - a place crawling with NPAs. The park was beautiful with huge stones and clear, cold water flowing down the river... But I couldn't fully enjoy the experience thinking the trees behind me might have a sniper tripping on killing media people, or even just plain civilians. That was the first time I had asked my crew to keep their Media IDs in their bags. All of our nature trips during that shoot involved armed escorts. All that while trekking along pathless mountainsides, crossing rivers and barbed wires... They kept reassuring us that it was safe, that the escorts were just SOP for visitors from the media. GREAT. By then I realized that keeping our media IDs in our bags didn't really hide the fact that we were, indeed, media practitioners. South Cotabato is definitely a beautiful, BEAUTIFUL place, but I'm so glad that trip's over and done with. Hmm... I better find pics from that shoot and place them in here...

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Part of the PDI Foto Expo was a talk by photojournalists. Albert Garcia, the photographer of the infamous Pinatubo eruption photograph from National Geographic, told a story of a young boy from his beats with the NPAs. The military was searching homes in Mindanao for members of the NPA, and the boy was the son of a hunted man. Albert said the military trashed their house, leaving it as is after finding nothing (or noone) they needed. He said the boy kept trying to hit and throw things at the military men while shouting, "Bakit nyo ginugulo bahay namin?!? Bakit nyo gustong patayin ang tatay ko?!?!" He said the boy grew up to be a very angry man, even joining the NPA later on, and had kept in touch with him as a contact with the media. Then he said, "huling balita ko nabaril na rin yata sha... Patay na rin."

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Imagine all those kids from Beslan. Imagine a new generation of harbored anger letting lose in 10 years time. 'Tis what seems to be an endless cycle of terrorism, anger, rebellion, and revenge.

People killing people. How fucked up is that?

Saturday, October 8

by the way

My active blog is in LJ - www.livejournal.com/users/wershwie

Is all. ;)

dooood...

A friend sent me her blogger url. This girl already has an active multiply account! Hahaha... I told her I also have a blogger account, but just for the heck of it. I never got to use it, though, coz my LJ account is active. Then I thought I'd check out my blogger page. But no, I couldnt' remember the url I assigned to it!!! HAHAHAHA!!!

I tried all my usual stuff (wershwie, blah-blah...), but nothing seemed to work. I knew I could just sign in at the dashboard, but I thought I'd try using google's blogsearch first. I remember using "Part Deux" since my LJ account was already "Tinker Thoughts," but this url still didn't come out. Instead, I discovered that there was someone else using "Tinker Thoughts" in LJ, only this time it was his username instead of the title for his blog. Coolness. :) I just had to drop a line to say hello. :)

And so I finally decided to just sign in at blogger, and there it was, my url. HAHAHAHAHA!!! It's so random that I totally forgot what it was!!! I was chatting with my friend when all of this was happening, and when I gave her the url I assigned to my blogger page she said, "that's catchy!" And all I could say was, "well, apparently, not to me!" AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Dozed, I am, indeed. Haha!

Hoo! Cool enough story to actually post my 2nd entry in here... Hahahaha...

Wuhoo! :)

Sunday, August 7

first one

Just for the heck of checking out how the other blog venue works...

Done for the day!


- leslie -