Promdi/City Girl Diaries

Comeback Kid in Mt. Tagpaya

2012-02-11T18:39:00.000+08:00

THERE SHE GOES:

Mt. Tagpaya, beaming at 1 in the afternoon, when we just got to the jump-off

and getting ready for first day's work.

Because I was too excited to climb, I failed to do my research. So, I asked veteran mountaineer, Dodong Revano as to what to expect with our first day. He was pretty blunt about it and told me outright, “First day is difficult. We’re doing nothing today but climb up. No circling shortcuts in between. If we want to get to its summit, we have no way to go but up.”

Yes, that sounded very encouraging to my ears. Too much so, that I just wanted to be left behind and immerse myself in the community. I was too worried with the fact that this was my very first climb in eight months and I’m not exactly your strong mountaineer. In fact, I’d like to think that I’m a climber whom veterans in this sport steer clear from because I’m either to slow, or too asthmatic to climb (ako lang talaga yung nagpipilit umakyat). I catch my breath every twenty minutes, doubling that time for my rest. How am I going to catch up with the strong ones? This was a mistake, I kept telling myself.

But there I was with my backpack, trekking the rice paddies this region is famous for. The sun sharing more light than we need and the blue skies are not showing any hint that it will steal the show from Apollo. Add up the fact that at that point, I’m already beginning to be weary and we have the whole eight hours to walk. Great.

EXPERIENCE IS THE BEST TEACHER:

Sir Dodong's words of advice are blunt and straight to the point. What I like is he says things as they are, no sugar-coating. Thus, I was advised well in our three days together.

Photo Credit: Ms. Kai Ruivivar

True to Sir Dodong’s words, climbing Mt. Tagpaya IS CHALLENGING. Its class of difficulty should be 7 or 8 out of 9. Standing at 1,820 meters above sea level, this mountain is dry but is abundant with tall pine trees. Thus, even if the sun accompanied us that day, the cool breeze blew in while the fragrant trees provided us with shade. It is steep and required big steps (which I detest) making the climb more tiring. Just like any mountain in Benguet, Mt. Tagpaya is a loooonnnnggg hike (can I make it more visual than that?) The kind of long walk that would make you ask every hour, “are we there yet?” The funny thing about Tagpaya is that it is very much reminiscent of Mt. Balingkilat (the one mountain I do not want to climb again, at least not in the near future). So picture this: it is hiking Mt. Balingkilat, only with pine trees.

MT. TAGPAYA:

The route to the summit passes through rice paddies, hanging bridges, creased mountains and countless pine trees. Leftmost photo: The people in the community here built this stair case

making it easier for them to pass through this rock.

By five in the afternoon, we reached the foot of Mt. Takadang. This formidable mountain welcomes strangers with a snub, sizing us like weak earthlings unworthy to be in its presence. And we, the small extranjeros are left in awe. Mt. Takadang is an impressive rock that is massive in size and truly a sight to behold. The wrinkles of its face, weathered by the years added beauty to this mountain and the green flora that is pasted on it made these creases more visible. Behind it is the more vibrant sky that traces back to the setting sun far up to where we were going, changing its colors from subtle vanilla and more vivid salmon pink. I have never seen a sky turn over its beauty to night with such grandeur and color until that day.

VANILLA SKY:

At five in the afternoon, I got myself ready with this view of Mt. Takadang.

But from this point, the real work began. By the time we passed through a community, we were walking inside the forest with nothing but our headlamps on. It was 6 p.m. and we still have a long way to go. The forest led to more climbing, and more slipping moments for me, with lose rocks making my life more difficult than it was at that time. Our guide would continuously tell us that we are near the summit if we reach the “Kiss the Wall” point. Hmm...very intriguing, indeed and somehow, in the midst of my tantrums, I was too curious to know why they call it that.

It took us an hour and half to reach that wall and by that time, I was either laughing or crying because of the “challenge” that Mt. Tagpaya had prepared for me. Kiss the Wall is a slab of rock that stands in everyone’s way to get to the summit. The villagers here pulled off all their masonry skills (I’d like to believe that) to create steps on this rock so that they could go around it and get to the other side. One has to be very careful when treading this path for one wrong move and you will fall down the depths of the mountains; and when that happens, the other side that you will see is probably the other side that will lead you to Papa Jesus. They call it that because that is what it literally is: you get to kiss that wall. Fatigue was getting the best of me that I just simply put my two feet on the first the step and carefully made my way around it with one thought: do I throw my camera back at Mel so he can take an astig shot of me on this wall? Exhausted feet won on that debate, hands down.

It was nine in the evening when we reached the summit and until now, I keep on figuring out, how on earth was I able to finish Mt. Tagpaya? Mel gave me one answer: “because you kept on walking.” If that be the case then, I say, bring out Johnny Walker!

MORNING SURPRISE:

What greeted me the next morning, after a 10-minute hike, of course.

Mt. Tagpaya summit offers a full 360-degree view of the Kibungan mountain trails.

The Comeback Kid in Kibungan Circuit

2012-02-11T17:54:00.000+08:00

I took a toll on mountaineering for eight months. And by ‘taking a toll,’ I meant to say that my lifestyle rivaled that of a full-time hedonist. My activities were confined to eating, lying down, watching t.v., eating again, lying down again, reading, memorizing, reading again and ending my day with large, sumptuous meals devouring them with gusto –a prisoner on death sentence taking my last meal. When I feel like I need a physical activity, I simply go out of my apartment and slowly walk my way to the nearest convenient store to buy me things I need and head back to my comfort zone: my bed or my table for that matter.

When my six-month hiatus ended, I decided it’s high time I stop this ‘academically inclined’ hedonism and go out again. I went to a couple of beaches (one of them I fell in love with years ago). I headed back to my hometown which gave me rediscovery, one of the best gifts I received for my 30^th. I also wanted to explore new mountains, perhaps old ones on new trails. But the most ambitious of all is to conquer three peaks in one trip.

Because I wanted to know if I can now be officially considered “hard core” when it comes to this sport, I thought I’ll have an out-of-this-world comeback climb. ‘Yung bonggang bonggang climb, pati ako magugulat sa nagawa ko. So, here comes Boni, a good-natured guy I met when I visited Hundred Islands last November. Like some dart on a board, he blindly (at least methinks) invited me to this 3-peak expedition called Kibungan Circuit. I, on one hand, in search of this bonggang bonggang climb, excitedly confirmed my participation without even doing my research. All I know is that it is in Benguet and that with some mountains I’ve hiked, I could walk past by the loop without a glitch. It’s going to be a walk in the park, I thought. Well, it was some park.

Kibungan is a town in the heart of the Cordilleras, surrounded by scenic mountains that are perfect for your next postcard photo. They say that this sleepy community is home to unique, grand mountains that are often mistaken as the

Switzerland

mountains. I haven’t been to the Swiss country but if their big rocks look like them, well, it is a sight to behold, to gush about, to let your breath be taken away.

WILL STOP FOR FOOD:

Somewhere along the highway, this humble cantina offers meals that are generous in size.

When ordering here, make sure that all the ingredients are ready for cooking.

Photo Credit: Ms. Kai Ruivivar

Here is also a place that is famous among more experienced climbers because of the loops of its grouped mountains which is now more popularly known as the Kibungan Circuit. The circuit can be climbed in two ways: one that begins in Sitio Tanap, hiking your way up to Mt. Tagpaya and then climbing down back to Tanap passing by the Lungsad Falls; the other one climbs up to Mt. Tagpaya, and then exploring two more mountains: Mt. Oten and Mt. Tagpew. We took the latter route.

As per any climb to Benguet, we chose Victory Bus to take us to Baguio. From Baguio, a hired jeep was waiting for us as early as three in the morning. This jeep ride to Kibungan took about four hours with a breakfast stop somewhere along the highway. The rode to this town is rough, bumpy and well, it’s another trip to eat the dust. When we got to the poblacion, we readied ourselves to a slaving climb for the day, completing it with registration and payment of fees. For our first day, we conquered Mt. Tagpaya.

THE TEAM:

I'm but a sabit mountaineer among these veteran and fun-loving climbers.
Not a boring moment with them. Thank you, AJAX Mountaineers.

Photo Credit: Ms. Kai Ruivivar.

Our Itinerary (c/o AJAX Mountaineers):

Loop: Tanap - Mt.Tagpaya - Mt.Oten - Mt.Tagpew - Tanap
Day 0 - January 20
1000 Take bus from Manila to Baguio City (Victory Cubao)

Day 1 - January 21 - Tanap to Mt. Tagpaya
0400 Arrival in Baguio. Proceed via rented jeepney to Kibungan.
0800 ETA Kibungan poblacion (1230 MASL). Registration and breakfast
0845 Depart for the jump-off
0930 ETA Tanap road side (900 MASL). Start trek.
1000 Cross Tanap river
1030 ETA Abas community (820 MASL)
1230 Arrival at Palpalay-yen pine forest (1100 MASL). Lunch.
1320 Proceed to Mt. Tagpaya
1500 ETA Buga (1400 MASL)
1700 ETA summit of Mt. Tagpaya (1843 MASL)

Day 2 - January 22 - Mt. Tagpaya to Mt. Oten to Mt. Tagpew

0500 Wake up call; sunrise viewing at Tabaw Peak
0700 Breakfast / break camp
0800 Start trek to Mt. Oten
1030 ETA Tangongtongaw; Oldest Pine Tree
1200 Lunch at Mt. Oten
1300 Resume trek to Mt. Tagpew
1430 Arrival at Geday Rest Stop
1600 View of Mt. Gidaywen
1700 Arrival at Mt. Tagpew campsite

Day 3 - January 23 - Mt. Tagpew to Tanap

0500 Wake up call; sunrise viewing at Mt. Tagpew summit
0700 Breakfast / break camp
0800 Start descent
1000 ETA Legleg village
1030 Burial cave sidetrip
1200 Lunch at Bato view deck (1330 MASL).
1400 ETA Mayos river. Washup.
1500 Head back to Sitio Tanap
1600 Back at Sitio Tanap. End of Trek
*Note: if arriving early on Day 3, it is possible to visit the Hot Springs from Tanap
1700 Back at Poblacion. Tidy up.
2100 Back in Baguio City
2300 Take bus back to Manila

Estimated Budget:
1530/Pax : 20Pax - Maximum Participants

Includes:
Manila-Baguio-Manila
Baguio-Kibungan-Baguio
Guide Fees and Green Fees

Photo Focus: Sea Of Clouds

2012-01-17T11:58:00.002+08:00

AFTERNOON AT THE SADDLE.

Photo Credit: Bong Soliven

Almost a year ago, I climbed one of Philippines' more popular mountains located in Kabayan, Benguet together with twenty other mountaineers.

Mt. Pulag, standing high and mighty at 2,922 meters above sea level, Luzon's highest peak and is considered to be a sacred ground for the Ifugaoan tribes. Whether the sun rises or sets, climbers get to see this spectacular view, which I like to call Care Bears' Playground (I was waiting for them to jump out from those pillows). Not even the famed Roxas Boulevard sunset can rival this.

Very Happy Cream Puffs

2012-01-16T10:16:00.000+08:00

When hovering bad days finally catch us off guard no matter how hard we try to avoid them, most of us turn to food for comfort. Satisfaction is found in every piece that is chewed and in every slice that we sink our teeth into. For some reason, majority of the people tend to be oral than anal (perhaps because more people are programmed to be optimistic and gregarious). In one of my classes in psychology back in college, my professor tried as much to explain this phenomenon, that almost-natural tendency to put something on our mouths and its comforting results when we do.

She simplifies by saying, “because when we were little babies and we want something, we cry. This crying is often interpreted by our parents as our need for food so they either feed us with a bottle of milk or place pacifiers. Ever wondered why it’s called ‘pacifier’”? That particular explanation was something I contemplated about being an oral person myself. In some ways, it allowed me to understand things my own personality which made me crazy trying to figure out.

Like most people, I take pleasure in eating (or others, by smoking, just to set an example) to keep me relaxed and to allow me to get my mind back in order when the world is becoming a frenzy. There is absolutely no particular rule as to the kind of food or cuisine that can magically blow the gray clouds away, just suggestions. It does not really matter what food we eat, so long as it is comforting according to our own palate, that will suffice.

When my happy world is out of energy, I tend to pig out and eat my mom’s lasagna. Hers is a three-inch-thick-no-carbo-and-fat-left-behind kind that draws a contented smile on my face and my terrible day completely forgotten. Lasagnas are good comfort food for me but then, it’s not everyday that she bakes them, so when there are none in the fridge, I go after the sweets. One dessert that I eat without remorse is the profiterole or popularly known as cream puffs.

Profiteroles. Those pastry balls filled with cream: whipped, pastry or ice cream. To make them more appetizing, bakers decorate them with chocolate syrup, a dusting of powdered sugar or practically anything that Hansel and Gretl saw in that gingerbread house. Some liken their shape to cabbages which is probably the reason why it’s called choux (or “cabbages” in French) pastry in the first place. It was never clear how these delectable pastries came about but most food experts credit its invention to Catherine de’ Medici’s pastry chef who brought several Tuscan recipes including one for profiteroles in the 1500’s.

One of my immediate cream puff favorites in the metro is the Happy Cream Puff.

The owners of the shop is quick to ask their potential clients in their website the last time they have tasted anything that made them happy, for this is the very foundation of their store name. The whole purpose is to create something that tastes so good that it makes customers happy and gives that feeling when taste buds are satisfied because it captures that unidentifiable flavor that one has been craving for, for days (you know, that there-is-something-I-want-to-eat-I-just-don’t-know-what-it-is statement).

The idea of putting up a store came about when the Yamagishis were in Japan for a vacation. Mrs. Yamagishi was introduced to these profiteroles and was surprised by how these pastries had taken the entire Japanese society by a storm. She wanted Filipinos to delight on this dessert that she opened up her own store specializing on cream puffs. From its first shop in Alabang, Happy Cream Puffs had been established in SM South Mall, Bel-Air and Rada Regency in Legazpi Village, Makati, letting everyone have that enjoyable “puffin’” experience.

It certainly does make me happy. Strict to their motto, every Happy Cream Puff is “always pipin’ fresh”-they only pipe in the cream after selections had already been made. Their creativity expands to dipping them in caramel, chocolate or strawberry cream, and sprinkling them with tiny colored chocolates. For as low as PhP 20 a piece, I get the same (or maybe even better) scrumptious quality of more expensive profiteroles.

When I eat their cream puffs, my teeth crush its small, crisp, hollow round choux pastry with every bite; and the cream just simply melts, exploding slowly its silky texture in my mouth. The powdered sugar stays on my lips ready to be the last zest that seals its succulence. With its sweetness just right to leave me wanting more, every bite is bliss and I can’t get enough of it.

And with every box eaten and done, there is nothing more I could do but purse my lips and say, “hmmm…bad day? What bad day?”

P.S.: The photos in this post are from Happy Cream Puff. There are four places in Manila where you can get yourselves a bag, but I like visiting them at Unit G-16 Rada Regency, Rada cor. Dela Rosa St., Legaspi Village, Makati.

Their Trip Of A Lifetime

2012-01-14T22:31:00.000+08:00

In Rick Mereki's Vimeo account, he describes these three amazing videos as:

"3 guys, 44 days, 11 countries, 18 flights, 38 thousand miles, an exploding volcano, 2 cameras and almost a terabyte of footage, all to turn three ambitious linear concepts based on movement, learning and food, into three beautiful and hopefully compelling short films:"

Sana, someone will give me this same opportunity. :) Enjoy the videos!

The Ritual Dance of the Brave

2012-01-11T07:36:00.002+08:00

This is late, but I'll post it anyway.

The inspiration.

Every year, the fraternity members of the Alpha Phi Omega run naked along the halls of the UP Campuses to express our sentiments and protests regarding the current economic and political situations in the country. It takes the name of the Oblation, the statue of the naked man that has become the symbol of the premier state university. Started in 1977 as a protest for the banning of the film, Hubad na Bayani, a movie depicting the abuses of the Martial Law Era, the Oblation Run became a tradition also to commemorate the founding anniversary of the Alpha Phi Omega.

This more-than-30-year-old tradition is with a good cause. The members do not run naked simply because they want to. Each run calls for change on issues that matter most to Filipinos. Last December, 2011, members from various UP Campuses ran for the environment and to ask the more pressing question: to whom does Philippines really belong? (UP San Fernando)

Members running in various UP Campuses.

Contrary to rumors, the neophytes are not allowed to run. The event is not meant to be, nor ever will be a pledgeship practice. Rather, the run is a privilege among full-pledged members of the fraternity who voluntarily join the tradition.

NOT EXHIBITION:

These men run naked for the cause of making a point

and ensuring that these points are heard and pondered upon.

While the idea of this form of freedom of expression does not sit well with some, this is not to be abhorred or considered abominable. It is an act of activism calling for change when the government fails to give the service and loyalty it owes to the people. This is how these men convey their thoughts when words, at some point, fail to articulate the view of the majority of the marginalized sector of our society. True to its namesake, the run shares the very same purpose of the Oblation: to serve the people in totality, in all its bareness.

That is why it is called the ritual dance of the brave.

P.S.: Since the Oblation Run is a tradition that commemorates the founding anniversary of the Alpha Phi Omega, the men run on a school day within the 2nd week of December.

Thank you to the following links for the images in this post:

Passing Through Ilocos Norte

2012-01-10T10:55:00.000+08:00

My last thoughts on the Ilocos trip.

Before we drove ourselves to the beautiful beaches of Pagudpud, Mel and I passed through four tourist destinations in Ilocos Norte: Laoag, Cape Bojeador, Bangui Windmills and Agua Grande. Because these places are located in different towns, and we are but lazy drivers in backpack (those without chauffeurs or a car for that matter), setting a home base to put down the rest of the bag contents was necessary.

When Noel opened his family home in Laoag, it was one offer I couldn’t refuse for we visited Ilocos during Holy Week, the worst time of the year for travelers because tourist spots are overcrowded and hotels are packed with beautiful extranjeros. The Guerreros, however, were also entertaining their Manila-based relatives, so we opted to stay at the Texicano Hotel in Laoag, probably the cheapest one could ever find. For roughly PhP 800 a night, a fan room in Texicano gives you two beds covered in fresh white sheets, a night table, large window and your own bathroom that is considerably big compared to other cheap hotels. The accommodating staff will provide for anything needed and will answer practically any question raised. Most importantly, it is one clean building adorned with simple décor typical of a Filipino provincial home and some aquatic animals to gaze at should there be nothing to do that day.

Laoag

There are quite a lot of places to see in Ilocos Norte and Laoag is just the ideal home base being in close proximity to all these places: Paoay, Batac, Badoc on the south; and Pasuquin, Burgos and Pagudpud up north. From Laoag, these sites can be visited by a jeep or a bus ride that could cost a passenger from PhP 30 to PhP 60. Being a home base aside, this flourishing city boasts of its own tourist attractions that are worth a stroll. The City of Laoag is not only the provincial capital, but also its commercial, industrial and educational hub. Expect it to be bustling during the day.

According to local historians, Laoag (or “light” or “clarity” in Ilocano) is known to Chinese and Japanese traders to be a thriving settlement that does its business day in and day out. When the Spanish conquistadores arrived in the northern banks, they ruled over the city and established St. William’s Cathedral in 1580, signaling the reign of Spanish power in the area. Today, this cathedral sits in the heart of the city as the center of all Catholic practices, traditions and festivities. But gaining more popularity is its sinking bell tower. Located 80 meters from the church itself, the massive Sinking Bell Tower of St. William’s Cathedral is hard to miss. It is said that the tower sinks at the rate of an inch a year due to its weight and the sandy ground where it stands. Before, a horseback-rider can pass through its doors. When we visited, half of the doors are submerged to the ground. Despite that, the tower is still very much in use.

LET'S DO A JOHNNY WALKER:

St. William's Cathedral and its belfry, Museo Ilocos Norte,

and the Tobacco Shrine can all be accessed by walking. :)

One of my favorite spots here is its provincial capitol. It is settled in the core of Laoag in a grand manner. Away from the main road, the capitol greets the passers-by with a beautiful fountain and manicured front garden. People, both residents and visitors alike, are welcome to walk through its halls for photos, for respite from a whole-day saunter and for tourist information. When visiting out of spontaneity and without any plan on hand, it is advisable to pay this building a visit (even if the offices are closed due to holidays) for they have a myriad of brochures consisting maps, lists of places to visit and places to stay allowing the trip to be easier to any holidaymaker.

Getting to Laoag from Manila is easy. There are a number of buses that drive straight up here: Autobus, Farinas, Partas, Maria de Leon, RCJ, Florida, and Philippine Rabbit bus lines all have scheduled trips en route Laoag. For those who are not into the idea of road trips, Laoag has an international airport and can be travelled by plane for a couple of hours.

Cape Bojeador

First off, let’s kill that expectation and lay down the fact that the Cape Bojeador Lighthouse, although standing at 65 feet, is not the tallest lighthouse in the Philippines. But beyond that, this lighthouse deserves all the limelight for its share in the Philippine history. First lit in March, 1892, Cape Bojeador was part of the Spanish government’s master plan of lighting the long stretch of islands in the country which began in the northern and western part of the Philippines. It was first designed by Magin Pers and was eventually put under the supervision of Faros Services. It was built as the Faro de Primera Orden, sitting on the hill of Vigia de Nagparaitan. For a hundred years, including our modern day, this lighthouse serves as a guide for marine vessels that pass through the waters it watches over.

STILL IN USE CAPE RUINS.

The cape is the most accessible of all the lighthouses. From Laoag, a bus ride going to Pagudpud will pass through Burgos and the drivers are kind enough to stop to allow visitors to alight. From the jump-off, tourists can opt to walk or spend PhP50 per person for a tricycle ride (I highly suggest the latter). From the parking area, guests climb a flight of concrete stairs to the perimeter entering a courtyard. From here, sightseers can catch a good view of the lighthouse. Cape Bojeador is built with a pavilion and a tower where only a certain number of people are allowed to enter. At this point, it is best to look for the lighthouse keeper to ask for assistance.

Bangui Wind Mills

I’ve always been fascinated by wind farms. Those mills that endlessly go round and round without halting, gathering as much wind as they can, have always caught my fancy. I am fixated at the circling of the propeller and had always wondered who gives it a push. The Bangui Wind Mills answered all that.

It was a project started by then Governor Bongbong Marcos in the 1990s, seeing it as the answer for the poor quality of electricity provided in the area. The province, being located at the end of the power grid that comes from La Union, is vulnerable to power outages. In his moment of realization, Marcos saw generation of their own power as the answer to put an end to these outages. The project was commenced and completed in partnership with a Danish power firm (who else do we expect to be good at wind mills, right?) and has been providing the Ilocos region with good power, absent the consistent brown outs that the people here had experienced.

HARVESTING WIND.

The heat in the area where these windmills are standing is scorching and burnt my skin twice as fast as in any day spent in a beach. But heat won’t really matter when one is caught in awe standing before these colossal buildings. It is said that it takes about some twenty tall people to fully embrace its base structure. In my 29 years, these wind mills are probably the largest structures I have ever seen and meeting them face to face reminded me of my own insignificance; of how little I could be and how others can be bigger than I am. Simply standing beside a mill was a humbling experience that took my breath away, leaving me amazed by the science behind its electric-generation and the genius of the men and women that started this idea.

To get to this remarkable wind farm, catch a bus going to Pagudpud or Cagayan. Look out for the directional marker on the left side of the road leading to the Bangui Bay. The dirt road will lead you to the bay, but from here, some of the windmills are already visible. Don’t skip Bangui Wind Mills, it’s worth the hassle.

Agua Grande

There is a place where the famed Patapat Viaduct ends that every person visiting Ilocos should not miss. Signs leading to this place are not easily visible, so be on full alert and watch out for Agua Grande.

FROLICKING IN THE GRAND RIVER.

The Agua Grande River is another electricity-producing site (and to think I almost turned to be like Powder after Bangui) that is open for travelers to see and a spot that is perfect for family outings. It is famous for its eco-friendly and non-carbon producing mini-hydro electric power plant. Commissioned in 1983, the river has been providing clean, renewable and alternative power to residents of Pagudpud, Bangui, Adams, Burgos and Dumalneg.

For PhP20, anyone can enjoy the view of the waters coming from the mountains, running through Agua Grande and rushing to the West Philippine Sea. It is not only a sight to behold, but also a large tub of clean, refreshing stream that gives a cool finish after that short trip to Bangui.

This is part of the Getting By Ilocos With Some Help From Friends series.

7X4NTTF6AJGA

Jean Hill: On Knots and Laces

2012-01-09T09:06:00.000+08:00

What do you do when you are left with pieces of beautiful fabrics and knots, but without a sewing machine to put them together? For Jean Hill, the answer is simple: tie them up in knots.

In her two fashion shows that launched her line, Jean Hill exhibited her one-of-a-kind technique of putting clothes together. Jean displayed a variety of cocktail dresses, gowns and summer wear in beautiful bold colors, all knotted and laced up.

Jean related that she started creating clothes a couple of years back but more so for her personal use. Her creativity soon found its way in launching T-shirts with three other partners. Recently, she decided to break into the fashion industry and unveiled her line of summer wear.

When I tried her clothes on during fitting, my first thoughts focused on deconstruction. What if they get untied sometime in the middle of the show while I’m modeling it? Jean simply looked at me and told me to put them on first. While fear of deconstruction is imminent, the engineering (if I could even call it that) of the clothes are actually designed to answer that question with: it won’t.

Because they are devoid of any sewing, Jean’s clothes can be worn in any way and in any side. The first dress I wore for her was a sensual white number made of jersey and laced at the side with gray and black knots. A girl can wear its back as its front for a sexier look, or the other way around to get that conservative-upfront/sexy-back drama. The absence of stitching makes a Jean Hill dress the ultimate party dress when you can party harder, wake up the next day, put the clothes on and leave without worrying whether you’re wearing the inside or the out.

BEHIND THE SCENES:

Koi Castillo for hair; Deej Respicio Salenda for über-cool styling;

Cecille Rebollos with Ix Chel Style Manila for make-up.

Photo Credit: Melissa Goldmissy Rivera; Jun Reynales;

Norman Grande; Eddie Boy Escudero.

During the time that I worked with her for her two shows, I barely saw Jean with a pen and paper on hand. What she carries with her is a luggage full of beautiful fabric, her knots and a pair of scissors. She would look at each model, study her carefully while she figures the best style for her. After that, she makes her stand up, wraps the fabric around her, pucker some holes, tie them up together, and voila! A gorgeous dress is ready to party with the wearer. And she makes a dress in half an hour by hand.

The genius of Jean Hill is essentially her sensual, seamless style executed beautifully by her unique method. Her clothes embrace a woman’s body at the right places showing the beautiful curves while hiding those that we women dread way too much that we almost didn’t want to be seen in a sexy dress. The fabrics that she used go along with body movements that they are comfortable to wear. Too comfortable, in fact, that you would barely know it’s there.

Her clothes are perfect for travel, too. These wrinkle-free dresses can be worn on a morning city stroll or a walk on the beach with a couple of nice accessories and pretty sandals. Lay your hair down and change your shoes at night and you’re all dolled up for a romantic dinner.

Here are some of my personal favorites from Jean’s collection:

IT'S ALL IN THE DETAILS:

Jean's designs not only focus on the cut, but more so on

the fine points of a clothing that makes it interesting.

Photo Credit: Eddie Boy Escudero

ALL KNOTTED AND LACED UP:

A Jean Hill dress is perfect for travel. It can take any jetsetter

anywhere without having to worry about wrinkly clothes!

Photo Credit: Eddie Boy Escudero and Expat Travel and Lifestyle Magazine.

FROM DAY TO NIGHT:

Jean's clothes are appropriate in any time of the day

and can be worn for a morning walk on the city, to a party at night.

Photo Credit: Norman Grande; Melissa Goldmissy Rivera; Noel Silva; Jun Reynales.

P.S.: Jean Hill’s clothes are exclusively sold at The Nail Boutique and Café, 227 Valuepoint Executive Apartments, Salcedo St. Legaspi Village, Makati.

Disney's "Up" : It Is Possible After All.

2012-01-08T21:07:00.001+08:00

Just the coolest I've ever seen so far. Thank you National Geographic for showing this.

Mt. Balingkilat Blisters

2012-01-07T07:56:00.000+08:00

It’s not everyday that you get to meet the sun god face to face. Surely, we get our good share of the sun in our daily waking lives, but to actually experience it in all its glory (more specifically, in all its scorching powers) is another story. One good place to set this rendezvous is in a mountain in Zambales on a good December day, without any hint of grey clouds or a touch of water falling from heaven.

Mt. Balingkilat, or the “house of thunder” as the Aetas would translate it, stands proudly at 1,100 meters above sea level and is one of the highest peaks in Zambales. It is also one of the most difficult climbs I’ve had back in 2010. More veteran mountaineers would measure its difficulty from easy to moderate. But for asthmatic and not-so-athletic people like me, climbing Mt. Balingkilat is one helluva a climb!

Getting to Balingkilat requires a 3-hour bus ride from Manila to Olongapo City. From there, a 45-minute ride in a blue jeep that goes straight to Sitio Cawag, Subic must be taken. As for us, my Kuya Luis was too kind to have pre-contracted for us a jeep that took us from the Victory Liner terminal straight to the jump-off located in the sitio.

Our jeepney ride stopped when the rough roads began. From here, we asked for the Aeta Chieftain’s permission to climb (as protocol dictates it) and met locals who were willing to be our guides for this fun climb. It came with a fee, of course and since none of us had ever been in Balingkilat, we were inclined to ask two locals to come with us: one that will lead, and another that will sweep. At nine in the morning, we started hiking pretty late as the sun is on its last hour of sharing its healthy, Vitamin-D infused sunshine.

Trek starts here and will end somewhere up on those tips.

By the time I was ready to die from the blistering heat, a small brook came out from nowhere, definitely an answer to a prayer. Like little kids in the desert, we frolicked in it, splashed our faces with water, washed our dry mouths and did basically anything we could to enjoy its coolness. Pushing a little more up north is a trail shaded by some tall trees and grass –just the perfect place to put down our bags and devour our packed lunches. Some minutes later, we stopped by a bamboo area which the locals call the kawayanan that was, according to our guides, the last and only water source during dry season. Hearing the words, “last and only water source,” sounds like death sentence to me so I frantically filled up every water container I got and drank as much as I needed to get me by for the next two hours.

When afternoon set in, the sun tilted on the other side of the mountain making the climb more bearable. Mt. Balingkilat is a rocky mountain that provides hikers with nothing but tall grass to protect them from strong winds which were of no help either. It took us a couple of hours to finally reach the heart of Balingkilat. And that heart is one impressive, steep, 100% pure rock filled with grass which took me forever and four hours to climb. Oh, and it came with some dwarf trees, too.

The helluva of a climb that I was writing about started here. It was hard -well, at least for me. The trail was tight and loose rocks tumble occasionally, so make sure to watch out for them on the way up. Big steps are and will always be my waterloo and unfortunately, big steps were necessary to get to where we were going. By the time it’s 7 in the evening, we were 1/8 near the summit and my legs were nearing their point of exhaustion. Because we visited Balingkilat in December, it was cold; too cold as a matter of fact that I was breathing out fog from my mouth. That Pulag moment was definitely out of the ordinary considering that Mt. Balingkilat is actually in Zambales –a province of one whole stretch of summer-lovin’ beaches!

(Clockwise from l-r): 1.The steep, formidable rock with nothing but grass and loose stones.

2. The Kawayanan which was the last water source for the day.

3. The answer to my desperate-for-H2O prayers.

Our evening was spent on doing everything quick: cooking, pitching tents, changing clothes, eating, getting into warm sleeping bags with a good prayer that the temperature wouldn’t drop as the night gets deep.

Some of our friends who had been here had warned us to get an early jumpstart for descent the following day. They say it ain’t gonna be pretty when we’re still up in the summit at 7 a.m. Now I know why. For some reason, we broke camp late the next day and left the summit at seven –way behind our schedule. The sun settles here quickly in the morning and it ain’t goin’ nowhere when it does. Balingkilat is like its throne that it needs to sit in everyday. At this hour, even if it is still healthy sunshine, heat was getting into our skin, searing it like some slow-roasting barbeque ready for picking by noon.

Hiking with PHINOE.

Straight-down descent, loose rocks and grass accompanied us on our way to Talisain Cove. Not to mention, this is a meeting with the sun god, so we got all the heat to last us a lifetime. Despite this challenging feat though, it is the view from our vantage point that carried us on: the blue waters of the West Philippine Sea and the breathtaking visible creases of the Zambales coastal mountains. When walking became too tiring, Mel and I would literally sit on the trail and slide our way down just to make the trekking faster (with my butt very much abused). For every thirty minutes or so, we also get to give ourselves a pat on the shoulder for looking back and seeing where we were just a few hours ago; that yeah-I-was-there-a-while-ago bragging moment. And that was all I did for eight rigorous hours of descent just to keep me going. I was a sun baby. Apollo’s daughter. Roasted Diana cooked to golden perfection, walking my way to the table for dinner’s serving.

JURASSIC PARK, ANYONE?

Reminiscent, isn't it? The shape of this mountain is the typical mountain that kids would draw when their teachers would ask them to. It has only two directions: going up and going down. No circling short cuts in between. So, how one climbs it is practically the same as how one would descend: steep.

Reaching the foot of the mountain was not the end of the trek. We walked our way through tall grasses and a road covered with stones. I was all too ready to give up and pitch my tent somewhere in the midst of rocks when Mel called out and said the magic words that sang sweetly in my ears: pine trees. At that point, I had never been too happy to see them. We were nearing the beach and we’re going home.

DESCENDING FROM BALINGKILAT:

The summit in the morning is a reminder of Mt. Gulugod-Baboy.

The vantage point from the top gives a view of various coves: Nagsasa, Talisain and Anawangin.

It's downhill from here with tall grasses (taller than us, actually)

meeting us by the time we reach the foot of the mountain.

My last thoughts:

Our Aeta brothers and sisters live near the mountain. Like other indigenous peoples, they have traditions and beliefs that they consider sacred. Respect them. Keep the mountain clean and leave no trace.

When descending in coves, make sure to contract a boatman who will be willing to wait for your return at any moment or risk the situation of waiting for his return-for some considerable hours (like what happened to us). We reached the municipality of Subic at 12 midnight. But if you do get to be in the same situation as ours, don’t fret. The last Victory Bus from Iba leaves at midnight while the first trip is scheduled as early as 2:30 in the morning.*

Umbrellas and shawls are a must. They keep you under the shade while allowing air to contact with your skin thus keeping you cool. ‘Nuff said.

Slather on sun block. Although you will still get sunburned, nothing beats a good caring for the skin. Remember, heat in this generation quickens the aging process, so put them on like there’s no tomorrow.

Be ready for Pulag moments as this mountain can get pretty cold when the moon settles at night. Shempre, papatalo ba ang moon goddess?

For what it’s worth, Balingkilat is challenging. This may sound like a joke to some mountaineers but do not underestimate the mountain. Thunder chose it to be its abode for a reason and nothing beats good preparation. A week before the climb, get your body muscles working: run, climb the stairs, stop smoking and eat healthy. Other than that, you’re good to go.

Our Itinerary:

Mt. Balingkilat Traverse to Talisain Cove*

LLA: 14.89 N, 120.11 E (est.), 1100 MASL
Days required / Hours to summit: 2 days / 5 hours
Specs: Major climb, Difficulty 6/9, Trail class 1-3

Subic, Zambales
Entry point: Sitio Cawag Settlement
Exit point: Talisain Cove

DAY 1

0300 Take Victory Liner bus from Cubao to Olongapo (P200+)
0600 ETA Olongapo City; breakfast.
0700 Take rented jeep to Sitio Cawag, Subic
0800 ETA jumpoff; secure guides
0830 Start trek
1230 Arrival at Kawayanan. Lunch.
1330 Resume trek
1700 Arrival at campsite; set-up camp
1800 Dinner / socials

DAY 2

0430 wake up call/ breakfast/break camp
0600 Start trek
0615 Balingkilat summit
0630 Start traverse
0700 ETA St. Benedict’s Peak*
0745 ETA Pointed Peak
1000 ETA Emil’s Junction*
1100 ETA Mendiola Peak*
1230 Talisain flat land; Lunch
0330 ETA Talisain Cove.

P.S.:

*Schedule for Victory Liner may vary. Please contact their office.

*This itinerary was changed to adapt to circumstances beyond our control during the climb. Please be advised accordingly.

New Face

2012-01-06T17:59:00.001+08:00

I couldn't be anymore prouder when I saw the new slogan. I almost cried when news broke out and printed the new face of the Department of Tourism. :) By far the best slogan/logo of the office, much better (that's how good it is, redundancy on superlatives!) than the Different Kind ad. Indeed, IT IS MORE FUN in the Philippines! Kudos!

A Rundown on 2011:

2012-01-06T11:46:00.000+08:00

The year that was.

Five months ago, I took a break from doing two things I love the most: writing and traveling. I hibernated in my own little cave (with my good friend, Melo), away from anything that could be a source of distraction to what I was focused on doing at that time. My future relies on that five-month break, including this particular activity I like for if I fail, I won’t have a job that would pay for everything (my dad’s bank account is screaming it’s time I go and find my financial independence). So, with blinders and a pair of ear plugs, I shut the world around me, slowed it down a bit and lived in the image-less books I used when I was in law school. It was four-months of intense, rapacious reading of endless sentences and paragraphs, collected in volumes and volumes of books and notes, trying as hard as I could to compress all the information in my tiny, little brain.

Back when I was still in school, my professors would jokingly share us stories about examinees drinking bottles of ink in the midst of the exams. They said some would aimlessly leave exam rooms crying and with no clue on what to do next. They hoped that none of us would ever go through that phase and that we would take the exams easy. After taking the exams myself, I had realized that those jokes about the bar exam truly happened and that some people are just not adept to coping with it.

But my 2011 was not all about hitting the books and the forced maturity that required me to get my acts together. If I would completely shut my world down to those that make me happy, God knows I wouldn’t be here typing away with my sanity intact. Before I actually started reviewing, I started a personal tradition of celebrating my birthday and unveiled this new practice in Cagbalete, Quezon. I also went to visit some mountains (Mt. Pulag, Mt. Sembrano and Mt. Pinatubo); while my Holy Week was spent exploring the Ilocos region. I also had the chance to party at the runway (as in airport runway, thank you Cebu Pacific) and the opportunity to chat with the man behind the airline’s success.

While I took some time off from writing and travel, I didn’t exactly stop there. There is more to discovering things than stepping out of your comfort zone and trying new things. Sometimes, they sprout like mushrooms and are just around the corner, however, we are just too busy or too complacent or always away to see them.

There was a point when my life centered around the capital. But, from the time I fell in love with the mountains, I rarely had the time to go out and explore the city. I was hungry for places in the Philippines I had never been to and well, Manila was losing all its touch on me. When review period came and my itchy feet were just too eager to go somewhere, I took some weekly urban tours and accepted 2-day projects here and there.

I was lucky to have worked with upcoming designer, Jean Hill for her two launching shows held in Sofitel Manila and Society Lounge in Makati. I met her through Arville, my agent/friend who asked me if I could do the show. I accepted without blinking an eye because (I think) I was on the verge of developing Alzheimer’s disease (my friend Bunny though thought I was just highly stressed) and I badly needed an activity to get me out of the rut. The models that Jean had chosen for her shows were a mix of everyday women and girls who model professionally; and were the most fun fashion show I had ever done. All the girls were amazing and funny with just the right hint kabaklaan. The best part: we got featured in Expat Magazine! J

Jean Hill in Expat Travel and Lifestyle 30th Anniversary Issue.

Every two months or so I also accepted projects from THE corporate events specialist: DJ Team Special Projects. I love working with these guys. They just keep on pouring me with celebrities that I am on the brink of having a heart attack! The first project I did for them was the 75^th Anniversary of Procter and Gamble with no less than the President himself as Guest of Honor (and me, assisting him to his seat!!). Amidst the review, they invited me again to work as their on-site script writer for the Cortal-SQR Launch. How can you say no to a project when you’ll be working with RJ Ledesma and will have the chance to meet the Philippine Azkals? I didn’t, but I let my Torts book have a day off for that event. I was too excited to work with Mr. Ledesma that I twitted about it to which he replied! That was kind of embarrassing but come to think of it, he was checking mentions about himself for like, I don’t know, every 2 hours? Whatever. I had the greatest time working with him. It’s not everyday he hands you his Blackberry asking you to take care of it while he hosts, right?

With RJ Ledesma and the Azkals during Cortal SQR Launch.

Photo Credit: DJ Team Special Projects.

The third project was for the Olay Launch. Yes, that Kris Aquino commercial where she says, “out with the old, in with the new.” I was a little frantic on this one because not only will I be telling Kris what to do, I will also be handing Mr. Boy Abunda his script. Two big celebrities in one day and I’m not exactly excited about it. I was scared.

“And you should be,” Direk Jed told me that morning at Mandarin Hotel.

Mr. Abunda was on time in his usual black-and-white number and spiky shoes. He’s very polite and smiles at any person who smiles at him. He also won’t reject anyone who asks for his picture. He stays longer than he should if people would want to chat with him and conversations are not the usual “ah, yeah, I heard” in disinterested tone. He really is interested in what one has to say.

2011 was also a year of confronting my fears and embracing my potential (whatever they may be) and OCCI was there to see that I get to do that. Ms. Rina Laud, one of Jean’s models, introduced me to their life-coaching program and was eager that I enroll. Too eager as a matter of fact that she paid for it. I was hesitant but if it’s good enough for Fr. Robert Reyes, then it’s good enough for me, too. The program was fun and certainly touched on personal issues that most people are too afraid to even think about. It was one fruitful weekend that gave me a fresh start on anything that I did from August, 2011 until now. The vision board works!

Working with OCCI Flex Program.

One thing I noticed in 2011: a lot of people are either getting married or getting pregnant. My lovely friend, Grace, forego the exams this year to get married to her fiancé, Ching. Two of my closest friends in law school became mothers, one giving birth two months earlier than the other.

If anything, 2011 was year of tests and disguised blessings. While the bar is one exam, the whole process of review was a test in itself, forcing one to mature without any option in order to cope with its demands. In the midst of this trying time though, are lovely blessings hidden in the persona of friends and family whose never-ending cheerleading, support (in any form) and prayers saw me through the end. Pass or fail, I will always remember these people who believed in what I can do even though I refused to believe in myself. Their belief kept me going and made me read five more pages even if I was dead tired and ready to give up. And that alone allows me to do things I never thought I would and for that I will eternally be grateful.

Changes.

2012-01-05T18:41:00.001+08:00

Follow my blog with Bloglovin

I’m crossing my fingers and praying that you like the new look of my blog. It’s nothing spectacular, not even among the standards of the creations that HTML geniuses produce, but I did my best and hopefully, it’s good enough for you guys.

I thought I’d be writing back again this December, but the exam was so tiring that it took a toll on me. I badly needed a breather which I thought would last just a week. But the week added days and those days led to December which is the most favored month in the Philippines because of the holiday season (no other nation in the world celebrate Christmas like we Filipinos do). I was on my self-proclaimed vacation and the holidays demanded too much time that there was no chance for me to write (save on the occasional messages for friends and relatives abroad). When the first day of the year kicked in, I was thinking, when am I going to sit down in front of my computer and let the words roll out of the keyboard?

I visited my blog three days ago. I looked at it and listed down flaws. At least make the color scheme lighter, I thought. And maybe I could add Twitter and Facebook buttons, too. Those blog directories need to be in one compact space. And I’d really like to have my copyright. My brown blog is depressed and it needs refurbishing-really bad.

The first flaw I noticed was the title of the blog. Promdi/City Girl: Polaroids From All Over. Gahd, it's killing me! It sounds more like a compliance to a mandatory requirement when you run out of time to think of something nice that you just write what first comes to mind. I keep on smiling with "eee" and "www" running together in my mind. It was simply that: eeewww.

I needed to redefine what my blog is and the things that I write down here. Questions like, is it really about me? My polaroids? Or my travels and everyday encounters that I think could be a good source to readers? With that line of questions I had just re-written what this blog is mainly about: experiences. What better way to record these than by means of diaries, right? At that same time, too, I was reading the truth behind Che Guevara's Motorcycle Diaries and how exciting it would have been had his motorbike not given up at the beginning of their South American trip. Well, that gave way to adding that word ("diaries") in the title.

If there’s one thing I learned from blog renovating, that is, web designing ain’t easy. Oh, yes, siree, it’s hard. There are so many things I’d like to change, adding my own personal touches in them that I can’t seem to execute because I don’t know how to do it. I did my research and found good instructions. I’m really good at following them, however, some just won’t work, like adding images on my labels and hiding those sub-labels under them. All those stiplings and font-designing, and water-coloring were left in the pages of my black draft book because I don’t know how to connect the dots. Silly, sad me.

Stiples, lines, pastels and pens for my labels.

I also had a list of really nice templates that I would want to apply in my humble online diary, but does not seem to work with my polaroids. I have this ultimate crush on that video-like banner that is the first thing that everyone sees when visiting a blog. I really like the idea of my photos being flashed and a small description of it hovering like some little temptation saying “check me out.” However, the perfectly squared polaroids look like some warped photos in them and I am not all too ready to do a layout overhaul in every post, so I have to scratch that.

I found this summer-y template on the net (aptly called, “Summer”) which was perfect. It has the yellow skin that I’ve been looking for, and the red-violet infusion is a pleasant surprise. My tiny, little problem is that I can’t manipulate the fonts, which is something I must be able to do because I can’t add images to my labels and other widgets (which I would later on figure out that the same goes with other templates). The solution that I found for this much-needed font manipulation is to stick with Blogger templates and pray to the computer gods that I make things right.

I was skeptic when I used the template that I have applied (that you see now). I wanted something that looks professional (you know, something that would make people take me seriously about what I say here), but the professional look wasn’t working for me. It’s just too stern and I’m just too easy going that I can’t bear looking at “professional” templates. But more so because I wanted a yellow skin and well, this nice light khaki color is the closest I could get. As I customize the colors, pick the fonts and add all those widgets, I’m beginning to like the template I chose (save on the little birds flying, they kinda look cheesy and too apparent for a travel blog) and how well it goes with all those things I put despite my lack of HTML knowledge.

With the renovation comes organization of topics. I decided to remove the tag cloud and placed them under little folders dividing among them the topics that I would be writing about. They come in four categories: travel, city dish, books and lightbulbs. Of course, travel is self-explanatory. J

The labels I made that I'd like to place on the sidebar but is quite inadequate to do so.

City dish is a “folder” that revolves around the activities I do in my country’s metropolis: Manila. Anything I do here that I think is interesting enough for readers will be posted under this label. From restaurants, city scenes and the people I love which I consider as movers and shakers will be featured here.

Books. I’m a voracious reader and the spell that the written word had placed on me, I think, is permanent. I spend most of my free time reading anything, but more particularly books. I’m not a critic though, so please don’t expect me to share some academic insight if a literary creation is a genius or a failure. I won’t be criticizing any for the simple reason that I don’t think I am the right person to do so and that I have not read enough (nor studied enough) in order for me to qualify to criticize. I am but a reader who thirsts for the written word and longs to hear the beautiful sound they make when spoken by lips. All the books that I will feature under this topic are those that I love, had been re-reading for some years, and had a considerable influence on my thoughts and my choices.

As much as this is a travel blog, it is also a personal blog. Most often I would catch myself drowning in my thoughts. I have way too many questions and I think a lifetime is not enough to answer them. Every once in a while though, I have my realizations and my own answers to my never-ending queries, those which we all love to call the lightbulb moment. You know that “Ting! A-ha!” moments and then lightbulbs would eventually appear within a bubble thought. They helped me in so many ways and I am hopeful that by sharing them, they’ll be of help to you as well.

The banner is not all that red title with birds flying away with it. I have this friend who can change her handwriting in a flash and use her font like she’s been writing in them for years. Her handwritings all look good enough to be in a computer that if she takes them seriously, she can make money out of it. Her current handwriting is how I imagined the banner to be written. But, she did offer more than merely writing my blog title. She offered to design the whole banner complete with colors and what-have-yous. I had already chosen among the font-choices she’s created; now I’m just waiting for all three designs that are under construction (one down, two more to go).

The many fonts my friend created.

There goes the minor changes I made in Promdi/City Girl Diaries. Hopefully, you will find my succeeding posts not only entertaining but informative as well. I’ve been to some places last December and did in-between activities during review (just to keep me sane) and I will be sharing them in days to come. So please stay tuned and keep reading. Oh, and welcome to the new Promdi/City Girl Diaries! :-)

P.S.: I really would want to add images on my labels and learn how to link them to those posts. I am also positive that a good Samaritan will help me on this problem. Anyone? J

2011-08-12T06:21:00.001+08:00

Thank you everyone for helping out. But Chip simply just wants to rest.

In loving memory of Hero Chip Abrera ( June 19, 2011 - August 11, 2011)
Rest in peace, my little buddy.

Art work by Jules Baldon.

Let's Chip in For "Chip"

2011-07-30T16:59:00.003+08:00

He was born on June 19, 2011. He shares the same birthday as the Philippine national hero, Dr. Jose Rizal (hence the name). He’s barely a month old, but hopefully, someday, he’ll grow up to live up to his name.

A very promising start. Hero “Chip”, however, has a congenital heart condition. He has ventricular septal defect, or VSD. He has, literally, a hole in his heart. Specifically, a hole in the muscular wall (septum) that divides the left and right lower chambers (ventricles) of his heart.

This means that his heart gets overloaded due to the abnormal flow of blood. This puts a lot of strain on his infant heart, which pounds abnormally hard on his chest. It strains his lungs as well, which causes him to labor for breath.

If left untreated, his VSD can cause permanent damage to his lungs, or make his heart fail all of a sudden. Hero’s heart needs to be mended as soon as possible to prevent any further damage. But the cost of a heart surgery — PhP500,000++ or more than half a million (roughly USD $11,700) not counting the hospitalization and medicine expenses — is way too high for his young, twenty-something parents to shoulder.

To complicate matters, he was also born with glucose-6-phosphate dehydrogenase (G6PD) deficiency, a genetic disorder that makes him sensitive to certain food, drugs and other substances. These can include drugs that are used to cope with VSD and his mother’s breastmilk. He needs to be under a special diet. (If you notice that he has yellow skin and eyes, that’s jaundice resulting from this disorder.)

Hero “Chip” is being sustained by medications and care by competent medical staff in the Philippine Heart Center, but the surgery needs to be performed as soon as possible. Time is of the essence. Hero “Chip” needs your help. Be Hero’s hero, and chip in for his heart surgery.

How you can help:

1. Donating Funds
Please send payments to any of the following accounts:

via PayPal:
Please click the “Donate” button below to send PayPal donations:

via Unionbank:
Account Number: 109450744735
Account Name: Junnette B. Abrera
Branch: Unionbank Eastwood City (1880 Building) Branch

via BPI Family:
Account Number: 7436-0473-25
Account Name: Junnette B Abrera
Branch: BPI Family Eastwood City (Lafayette) Branch

2. Can't donate funds? You can donate items which Chip needs:
Nestle Alfaré milk, or any milk for those with G6PD
Newborn or small-size diapers
Oxygen tank
Type B blood donations
If you want to donate these items, please contact Junnette Abrera at 0919-954-6162.

Going on a Hiatus

2011-07-07T09:59:00.006+08:00

If this ain't love then I don't know what it is.

Hi, everyone! Thank you all so much for reading my blog. When I started writing promdicitygirl.blogspot.com, it was merely a product of my love for writing and putting on paper (or in this case, the web) about the places I've visited and the experiences that I took home with me during those trips. Obviously, I am in love with travelling that I can't contain it! I have to write about it!

Thing is, I have been thinking about this drastic action (for my humble, little blog). I've been visiting so many places lately, however, I can't keep up with my own deadline that I decided to steer clear from writing-at least until November.

Graduating from law school requires another exam for me to finally get my license and my review is keeping me up on my toes and is taking all my days and nights. Whew! Nobody told me that bar review is more tedious than actually going through law school year after year! My articles for my blog were all stacked on my desk, waiting for me to type them away here. I tried reserving at least one day to publish everything but schedule is harsh and well, I find myself just re-reading my articles. It's true what my law professors would tell us: studying law is like a jealous partner, always wanting for your time, and never giving you any room for other activities. Yup, I found it all true for the last couple of months.

With my favorite people from San Sebastian College Institute of Law and Lyceum Law.

The man who inspired me to choose this crazy profession-my Dad.

Armed with a diploma, now the last, real work begins.

Bar exams is just four months away and I couldn't keep up with all the books and notes I have to read, memorize and compress all in my one tiny, little brain! I'm going gaga now. I could only imagine how I would be like when November is finally here! If only I could get that pill in Bradley Cooper's movie, Limitless. Just four pills for every Sunday and I'll be fine.

So, whether I like it or not, I need to park my pen (and my laptop) for now and truly focus on the license that I've been working my ass for years. I'll keep the site open, though. And just in case I finally got my head cracked, I might change everything in my blog: the url site, the format, the name, everything. Just in case. :-)

In the meantime, please keep reading and hopefully my experiences will be helpful for your own adventures as well. And guys, I really do need your prayers, or if you're not a believer of the concept of god/s, your wishes that I pass the bar at first take. I'm begging-on bended knees. Please?

See you all in December! And hopefully with a new address. Again, thank you for dropping by!

Mt. Pinatubo, 20 Years After.

2011-06-25T15:47:00.004+08:00

Sometime in June, 1991, while my Kuya Luis and I were busy eating our merienda, my Dad called us out in the backyard to look at the sky. What excited my Dad was a gathering of clouds slowly devouring my one sunny day of playtime. He called them, “pyrotechnic clouds.” But for me, they were a gathering of gray broccolis which I had never before seen in my 9 years. When I asked him why the clouds were gathered in that manner, he simply stared at them for a few seconds and told us to get inside the house.

Two days later, I was home early from school, although I can’t completely recall why. I was eagerly waiting for McGee and Me on FEN (the US Base channel), when I asked our help for time.

“It’s 4 p.m.,” Ate Inday said. “Why?”

I told her that it was too dark outside that I thought it was already 6 p.m. Some minutes later, rain started pouring and the lights went out. I was bummed because electricity was not back in time for my favorite show. I was pestering the public utilities department with my calls asking when on earth will the lights be back. I didn’t know then that the lights I was so eagerly waiting for would not come around for at least the next two months. I slept that night, mad at the city engineer for not fixing whatever was wrong with the electricity. I missed McGee and Me. I will never know what happened with the kid’s adventures with his alien friend.

For the next three days, I woke up to darkness with nothing but the flickering lights of the candles killing it. I slept at night and woke up in mornings of night. I can even recall my Dad’s metaphoric jokes: “Para tayong mga bampira, gising tayo sa gabi.” Or, “para tayong mga aswang, kumakain ng karne sa alas-dose.”

On the third night, my Dad, my Uncle and his helpers were outside our houses, for some reason shoveling sand off our roofs. They said the sand was brought by rain and we couldn’t go out to see it because the rain water has acid. To pass time, my Kuya, my cousins and I played plenty of games, way too many as a matter of fact I couldn’t remember if I even slept that night. What I can recall, though, was that the earth was moving every minute. Every 60 seconds of that night were spent dancing with earthquakes.

The next day, we woke up to sunlight. We were excited to play outside that we hurriedly walked out of the doors only to see that our backyard and the whole barangay we were living in was covered with sand. The kaimito tree where we love playing was dead and everything else was in ruins. To lift our spirits up, my Mom told us, “See? It’s like snow. The best part? It doesn’t melt because it’s sand!”

The pyrotechnic clouds produced interesting shapes such as this.

(Photo Credit: trekearth.com)

More famous shapes of the clouds are mushrooms like this one.

(Photo Credit: howisearth.files.wordpress.com)

Because I was a kid, I was expecting that things would go back to normal in a few days, just like in cartoons. But the days became weeks and eventually, weeks lead to months. Our school-less days were spent helping in removing the sand in the compound where we live that rose to the knees. For wanting ice-cold water, we practically walked the whole city because all the roads were impassable. Our daily routine consisted of fetching water, removing specks of sand that entered our house, cleaning the floors, and doing basically anything to help put things back to normal. Our past time was reduced to listening to my Kuya’s Walkman radio that plays Wilson Philips’ songs which is probably the only tape we were listening to aside from New Kids On the Block.

My Mom was a public health nurse, and as part of her job, she would spend most of her days in schools that were turned into evacuation centers. Because the Americans were helping out at that time, she would bring home dozens of everything: milk, sardines, noodles, but mostly eggs (what shall we expect from a country that popularized bulk shopping?!).

Eggs. I don’t know what’s with the US Military and eggs that they gave them away like they have an egg factory inside their base. When she brought them home one day, I was amazed by their number. What I remember was that they were in stacks. Since we couldn’t keep them for long, we gave them away, saving some for us. But even “some” was still too many. We ate them everyday and in every way: sunny side-up, scrambled, omelette, with corned beef ala frittata (my favorite!), sarciadong isda, sarciadong ampalaya, torta, name any dish with egg in it, we ate it.

After the eruption, the sand-covered Olongapo City finds itself in the middle of

a calamity that almost shattered its spirit. (Photo Credit: Science Photo Library)

For 2 months, we lived without electricity and without running water. No television, no radio, no computer games. It was like death sentence to me at that time and I would often find myself imagining what Jem and the Holograms had been singing in their concerts.

We were in the company of cleaning duties in the morning and other activities in the evening. Nights during this time were the longest. The moment the sun kisses the sky goodbye, we were scrambling for things to do before bed time. We read books, we played cards, board games, riddles. We were allowed to go out at night to watch the fireflies or even play hide-and-seek during full moons. My Dad told us stories while my Mom fanned us to sleep. In some evenings, we would wake up to earthquakes shaking the frames mounted on our walls.

When school finally opened again, I was too excited to go back to see my friends. To my dismay, I didn’t see some of my friends whom I missed dearly. Our teachers told us that their families decided to leave Olongapo to live in other places. It was disheartening to be left behind without being able to say good-bye or maybe at least give them my most favorite toy. I knew then that nothing is certain, and everything does change whether you welcome it or not.

So, when my parents and I spent one Sunday trekking Mt. Pinatubo 20 years after, I found myself face-to-face with the volcano that was responsible for my cartoon-less Saturdays; the one responsible for my friends leaving, for wrecking our city and almost left us dispirited.

As of date, Mt. Pinatubo has become one of the leading tourist destinationsin the Philippines.

The Mt. Pinatubo Crater Lake was developed by a Korean entrepreneur

who owns the Pinatubo Day Spa.

My Mom conquering the volcano that conquered her

and her family in 1991.

Now for the cheesy part.

One thing definite about this event is that the eruption changed our lives. While the tourists that gather on top would be in awe with the beauty of the lake, my thoughts are centered on how something so beautiful, so serene could be so vicious to mercilessly take lives away.

Looking at the lake on top of Mt. Pinatubo, I realized that, in its most destructive way, it made me the person that I am today. Personally, I knew that I could live without technology and that they are not as important as others would thought them to be. I would always compare my situation back then to my problems now and tell myself, if I am able to go through that event at that young age, I could go through anything. So, if at all, I am both mad and thankful for that eruption. Mad, because I missed my cartoons and lost my friends; and thankful because I am who I am today.

Because Mt. Pinatubo decided to wake up after some 5 centuries of sleep, I found truth in that platitude, “what doesn’t kill you will only make you stronger.”

Photo Focus: Mt. Pinatubo

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Today, standing at 1,485 meters above sea level, this dormant volcano erupted in 1991 and shocked the whole Philippines, its first in almost five centuries. At age 9, I was one of those kids who experienced the wrath this eruption had brought in my hometown in Olongapo City. Visiting Mt. Pinatubo thus gave me a sort of creeps: to stand on the very mouth of the mountain that shattered our city and almost, our spirits.

Historical Paoay

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I owe my Ilocano heritage to this town in Ilocos Norte. My mother had told me stories of her family’s history that always recalls its roots in Paoay. She would go on and on, dropping famous names for our relatives. And I, the little girl I was would say in awe, "Talaga, Mama?"

“Ilocano’ng Ilocano ka,” Mama would tell me. Heck, both my parents would look at my small face and agree that I even look G.I. (or genuine Ilocano, ayayay!) Di maitatanggi! Except for the fact that I don’t speak the dialect, now that gives me away. Thus, in giving homage to the ancestors that molded me to be the person I am now, I made sure to pay Paoay a visit.

There are two things that I wanted to see in Paoay: the grand church and the Malacanan of the North.

After visiting Noel and his family in Laoag, Mel and I set off the next day (our 3rd day) to Paoay and Batac. Jeeps en route to these towns are abundant; all you have to do is ask the locals where their junction is located. So, learn this in Ilocano: “Where is the jeep junction to Paoay?” Or Batac, as the case maybe.

A 30-45 minute jeep ride will cost about PhP35 per person, and Paoay Church is the very first place to visit from the moment the jeep stops at their Paoay junction.

Paoay Church

When visiting Paoay Church, be ready for tourists -there are a lot of them in this area. It can get crowded and picture takers will not be friendly just so to get their faces on their cameras. Nevertheless, it was nice to see another lister in the UNESCO World Heritage List.

Built in 1704 by the Augustinian priests, completing the church took years to finish. It was finally inaugurated in February, 1896. The colossal bell tower was used by the brave Filipino fighters during the Philippine revolution and the Japanese occupation as observation post against their enemies.

The architecture is fascinating for it mixes the Gothic, Baroque and Oriental designs. It is also interesting to note that the niches on top of the walls exhibit influence from out Javanese neighbors.

Made of baked bricks, coral rocks, tree sap and lumber, Paoay Church is famous for being the “Earthquake Baroque” Church in the country. The grace and fluidity of the architectural design serves as balance to the vastness of this church. While its exterior is grand in the very essence of the word, the interiors of the church is not as impressive, though. Perhaps, the Augustinians would simply just want the visitors to focus on the exterior design to maintain the peacefulness inside the church.

The grandeur that is Paoay Church.

Large coral stones were used for the lower level of the building.

While bricks were used to form the whole church.

The colossal bell tower which was used as observation post by the Filipino fighters

first during the Spanish-Filipino War; then during the Second World War.

Malacanan Ti Amianan

Or Malacanan of the North is the residence of the late President Ferdinand Marcos in Ilocos. Standing on a five-hectare property in Paoay, the house was inspired by the common Ilustrado’s bahay na bato during the Spanish era. This was also created in a way as to easily accommodate the guests of the Marcoses which lists not only the

Philippines

’ high-society, but foreign dignitaries and royalties as well. After the fall of the Marcoses. The palace was turned into a museum which houses the family’s memorabilia.

At the time we visited, the palace was almost devoid of interior décor, except for the beautiful wood furniture and some of Imelda Marcos’ glamorous evening bags. We were informed that the palace is undergoing renovation and will be ready for another re-launch in a few months.

“Expect it to be as grand as it was,” we were told.

The Malacanan of the North today.

One will not wonder why the Marcoses chose this place.

The palace overlooks the beautiful and serene Paoay Lake.

INSIDE THE NORTHERN MALACANAN: Most of the decors were removed and locked in the President's Office. The palace is decorated with dolls and lovely bowls made of fine wood and silver. While the famous shoes collection cannot be seen, the former first lady showcased some of her lovely evening bags. Wax replicas of the late president are also in exhibit.

Kapurpurawan: Walking Through the Sands of Time

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To totally rock it in Ilocos Norte, we made sure to visit the Kapurpurawan Rock Formations in Burgos, Ilocos Norte. After tasting a bit of Spanish history in the Cape Bojeador, we proceeded here immediately.

Kapurpurawan is a 20-minute ride from the Lighthouse. Of course, this can be visited via public transport as well. Simply ride a mini-bus going to Pagudpud and ask the driver to drop you off Kapurpurawan. From the drop-off, be ready for a 10 or 20-minute tricycle ride full of dust. This trike ride will cost about PhP200, but all the dust bitten and money shelled out is worth the view in this place.

From the parking area, we started walking on a trail that led to an open field of sea rocks and bonsai plants.

The name of the place was derived from the Ilocano word, puraw, which simply means white. The natural structures in this area are made of limestone and were sculptured through the many years of weathering.

Yes, ladies and gentlemen (who are not yet aware of this place), this is in the Philippines. Another addition to your itinerary when going to Ilocos Norte.

The rock formation from afar.

20-minute dusty trike ride and 10-minute walk later.

Limestone form the rocks in this area and refined by sedimentation and weathering.

The scenic view of the sea in Kapurpurawan makes it an ideal place for

landscape photography (well, i tried).

Sand forms the floor of this area.

Interesting shapes made of limestone.

It's a different kind of playground. The most famous among all rocks in Kapurpurawan.

This is part of the Getting By Ilocos with Some Help From Friends series.

A Place Where the Sand Whispers

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Pagudpud was our last destination, the place that we decided will culminate the 5-day Ilocos trip. Nothing behind it, really. I was just more keen on giving us a “Globe Trekker” ending, complete with whatever realizations we may have while music cues in (I think I’ll be needing a camera man, next time).

I was told that Pagudpud nests some of the best beaches in the Philippines, so we thought of giving this place a whole 24 hours to explore. Maira-Ira Beach was on top of my list, being tagged as the Blue Lagoon, even creating my own Brooke Shields-Christopher Atkins moment. But my friend, Noel, warned me about the two lovers who drowned in Maira-Ira a few years back.

“They just passed the bar,” he recalled, trying to make connections with us taking the exams this year and the omen behind the unfortunate incident. I was skeptic at first, but gave in to his warning anyway. So, off we go to Saud.

It’s easy to get to Saud on your own. In Laoag, mini-buses leave for Pagudpud every hour. For PhP 60, beach bums can take a two-hour ride to this town embraced by creamy white sand. As for us, Noel was all too delighted to have his drinking buddy in his hometown that he insisted to hitch Mel and I with them all the way to Saud.

Evelyn's Resort: where we had lunch.

Our good friends who helped us get by Ilocos.

Upon reaching the beach, Noel and his family treated us for lunch at Evelyn’s Beach Resort, three meters away from the angry waves of Saud beach. He also made sure that I get the chance to taste the scandalous Ilocano dish, poque-poque. I first heard of this dish through the stories of our beloved tax professor, the late Atty. Francis Sababan. It was a source of his many green jokes that of course, stirred our playful imagination (FYI: poque is the Tagalog word for that female private part).

Poque-poque is eggplant salad cooked in butter and mixed with onions and tomatoes. It is very light and filling and can be eaten on its own or paired with rice. The butter brings the flavors of the ingredients together and adds to the creaminess. It is good. Damn good as a matter of fact that Ruth even said jokingly, “Now we know why men like it so much…the dish, that is.”

The very delicious Poque-Poque is a must-try!

It was holy week when we visited (always a bad time to visit places for they can get crowded). As expected, the whole stretch of Saud’s hotels were fully booked. Rooms are priced for as low as PhP500 and as expensive as PhP3,000. If rooms are not available, hotels accommodate their guests by renting out their cottages and tents. Mel and I stayed at the Northridge Hotel, and for PhP500, we got ourselves a cottage and a tent space (we brought our own tent) right in front of the sea. In the morning, Northridge provides free coffee for its guests and a common bathroom for cleaning.

Sunsets in Saud are amazing. The setting sun bursts with the brightest orange, painting the sky with its brilliant colors that change from golden yellow to pink. It sets ever so slowly, grandly, and as it touches the sea, it kisses its spectators with a promise to return for another.

People wake up in this town, alarmed by the crashing of the waves. With coffee on one hand and a reachable spectacular view on the other, the day will always start right. When sunlight touches the shore, it exhibits the creamy white sand that blankets the beach. Sand in Saud varies from the pebble-like to the finer ones. The pebble-like sand crashes with the waves that give a sound unlike in any other beaches. It is true how Snai (Noel’s lovely wife) describes it: it whispers.

My mornings will be different if I wake up to this.

The creamy white sand meets with the bluest waters of South China Sea. Sand in the waters is pebble-like which, like a sponge, tends to absorb anything that touches it with water, even its swimmers. So, while it may be shallow near the shore, water tends to rise because of the sand. Be careful with the waves for it can get higher, and it can wipe swimmers out.

The best part about this beach is that it is not crowded and noisy, and I am writing this after visiting it during holy week. People can have their own spaces and still enjoy watching others (if you’re into people watching). Vendors are everywhere bringing with them a case of little things you can bring home with you.

I have to say, this place is perfect for beach bums when all you need is a backpack and a tent. Bring out the hammock and listen to the music of the waves that whispers the secrets of sea.

This is part of the Getting By Ilocos With Some Help From Friends series.

Photo Focus: Flora in Tarak Ridge

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In the midst of environmental issues that Philippines is facing, many of its mountains have been successfully preserved. One of the the mountains which has a healthy ecosystem is Tarak Ridge. Standing at 1,130 meters above sea level, Tarak Ridge is a playground for diverse fauna surrounded by interesting flora such as in this picture.

Let's Be Kids Again!

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In the midst of this time-warped city where the old is juxtaposed with the new, are places in the outskirts of Vigan which people, kids and adults alike, will surely love: Baluarte ni Singson and Buridek Children’s Museum. If you’re tired getting around the Old Vigan and wondered if there is anything modern or new in this heritage city, these two places are worth your visits.

Baluarte ni Singson

This 80-hectare property of rolling terrains, mountain sides and hills showcases a considerable number of animals. From domesticated chickens and midget horses, to wild animals such as tigers and pythons, Baluarte is a zoo that gives the public a free viewing of the former governor’s beast collection.

Baluarte started out as a rest house for Governor Chavit Singson’s celebrity friends 20 years ago. It also served as a place where he can keep his rare animal collection where he would exhibit them to friends who would stay in his place for the weekend. When it can no longer accommodate the number of people and friends who enjoy his zoo, he decided to expand the area and show his animals to public for free.

Animal shows near the butterfly garden are being held every two hours and during lunch time, people are allowed to take their picture with one of their largest tigers. Don’t leave the show area as this is also the place the photo-op with the tiger will be held. Also, I highly recommend that you participate in the show activities as they let the participants hold the rare animals that are being kept here.

WHAT YOU CAN DO HERE: Every 2 hours or so, the zoo staff hosts a some entertainment showcasing the beloved animals in Baluarte. If you're done meeting and greeting with the python and the tiger, you can feed the dinosaurs or fight with them if you will; or you can just walk around the park and see for yourself a yellow submarine, sans the Beatles;

or flutter with the butterflies if you can!

MENAGERIE UP NORTH: Some of the animals that Baluarte ni Singson houses includes

midget horses and camels. My personal favorite is the elusive cloud rat (bottom left)

that wanders within the forests of Mt. Pulag

Buridek Children’s Museum

I love children’s museums, mainly because it’s fun being a kid again. Near the Mira Hills Filipino-Spanish Park, just a few blocks from the Baluarte, is a newly opened museum just for kids. True to its objective of developing a city that is child-friendly, the local government put up a museum for them young Ilocanos imparting to them both the tangible and intangible heritage of the Biguenos.

This project was made successful with the City of Vigan’s partnership with the University of Sto. Tomas Center for Conservation of Cultural Properties and the Environment in the Tropics.

Beloved Filipino tradition that we are slowly losing: pagmamano.

Yes, give lola the biggest kiss!

Also in Vigan:

Time-Traveling, Vigan Style

Pagburnayan

Not Your Usual Jail House

This is part of the Getting By Ilocos With Some Help From Friends series.

Photo Focus: Pahiyas Festival

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Kipings are traditionally arranged in tiers of chandeliers or aranya.

Let's veer away from the Ilocos escapade for a while and focus on an upcoming festival in Lucban, Quezon.

The Pahiyas Festival is a Filipino tradition practiced by farmers to celebrate the season's harvest. This practice which dates back to 16th century tells of a legend about the town's patron saint, San Isidro Labrador, who magically plowed the field every time he goes out of the church, thus giving farmers their best produce. Through this festival, the farmers give thanks to the man who provide them with good harvest.

The people of Lucban believe that by parading the image of their patron saint, bountiful harvests are assured of them. Houses are decorated with their crops and colorful rice thin wafers, called kipings, which I love eating during this festival.

This year, the Pahiyas Festival will be celebrated on the 15th of May. Click here for more stories on the Pahiyas Festival.

Pagburnayan is My Mother's Next Favorite Place (Or So I Think).

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My mom loves jars. It does not matter if it is big or small, tall or short, ceramic or not, she simply has this thing for them. Every time she lays her eyes on one that she finds pretty, she gets her hands on them and brings them home for display. I like playing with her jars, though. Whenever I would play kitchen, I would sneak some of her beloved pots and place them in my play house. She would not notice them missing until such time when she would hear something break in our garden. I am guilty for breaking half of her jar collection, most of them her favorites. So, when I was planning this Ilocos trip, I made sure I have ample time to visit this jar-making community. My sort of homage to my mother, and yes, bring home some heavy ones to replace those that I broke.

Pagburnayan is a barangay in Vigan where the old methods of pottery are still being used. These terracotta pots, called by the locals as burnay, are still widely used by the locals for storing their vinegar, bagoong, water, rice, basi and those that could be found in the kitchen. In the past, these burnays can be regularly seen in every Ilocano household.

The traditional method requires the collection of good soil which will then be stored in a manufacturing area. The carabaos would then mash the soil mixed with sand until the desired texture is reached. The piece of clay used depends on the size of the jar to be made. Before the jar maker manually spins the potter’s wheel, he sprinkles the soil-sand mixture first with sand. Larger jars require more elaborate preparations. They are left to dry for 24 hours and then baked in the 50-meter long dragon kiln. This kiln is made of bricks, and roofed with dragon scales. Today, Pagburnayan opens its community to show visitors how these pots are made.

Some of the burnays made are being stocked outside the baking area.

HOW THEY MAKE THEM (L-R): The jar maker manually spins the wheel to mold the clay. The jars are then slipped in this dragon kiln for baking. The dragon kiln is 50 meters long

and more than 4-feet high.

It takes 3 days for the jars to bake and 24 hours for them to harden

that produces metal-glass like surface.

In all pottery areas in Pagburnayan, guests are allowed to

experience the traditional art of making the burnay.

Hundreds of these terracotta pots are lined up, ready for buyers' picking.
Here Ma! I bought all these jars just for you.

Also in Vigan:

Let's Be Kids Again

Not Your Usual Jail House

Time-Traveling, Vigan Style

This is part of the Getting By Ilocos With Some Help From Friends series.