I admit. I was a neglectful blogger for the longest time so far. And that was until this post. But after this, I can’t assure yet whether or not the next hiatus will be as long. Aside from the packed-schedule-excuses you are tired of reading (and I myself am getting tired of believing), there had been another impediment. You see, I was supposed to share my account on our department out-of-town strategic planning this year; it was in June and collecting the photos wasn’t a problem. But then for some reason, I can’t upload it to my Photobucket. For weeks I was getting the “Upload error 404” which at first I thought was due to the filter policies configured recently in our servers at the office. But after 2 weeks of failed attempts, only then did I decide to bring the photos home to try uploading them using a different connection. I got the same problem. For a few times, it said that upload was successful. But then the photos cannot be found in my album no matter how many times I refresh the page.
Yeah, it took me that long before I finally decided to resort to Picasa Web. Just yesterday actually…
Oh well, it’s too late to tell about the trip now. In brief, after 2 consecutive years going up north, our group decided to go southbound this time. The first destination was a private resort in Laguna, made exclusive for us. Laguna is a place famous for hot springs. And the next day, we ascended Tagaytay which, as far as we have explored, the only interesting attraction is the view of the renowned Taal volcano submerged in a lake.
Let the pictures do the talking
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Monday, August 31, 2009
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Sojourn in Baguio: Which Has Been Typical, The Place or The Experience? (Part 2)
[Continued]
A Series of Unfortunate Events
Much as we wanted everything to turn out fun, there had been some adverse incidents too.
On the second day, Den and I went to the marketplace to get what we needed for Saturday lunch. It was a fine sunny day that provided no hint of the downpour that came in the afternoon. Lalaine and I left the house by sunset to meet Den at the mall downtown after his licensure review classes. After having fun singing at a karaoke lounge for hours, we left the mall on closing time and had dinner at a restaurant near the cathedral.
While waiting for food, Den finally shared with me (Lalaine knew about it already) about losing his job earlier for unfair reasons. It was sad. The dinner relieved the tension caused by my friend’s troublesome situation for a while. But then we got into another misfortune after we left for home.
The rain was pouring on the busy roads and all cabs were taken. We waited at Session road for quite long but to no avail. We descended to Harrison Road but still failed to flag down a ride. Summoning all our courage and vigilance, we walked through the dark and empty Burnham Park with the eerie sound of trees and water rushing down the sewers. It had not been easy to get a taxi that night even at Kisad Road which according to my companions is actually an express loading area.
On the other side of the road we saw in a silhouette of a man without an umbrella and heard him yelling at almost every passing vehicle. He was drunk. He yelled to us on a dialect that only my companions could understand but sounded to me like anger if not a curse and crossed the street towards us. Our instinct moved as to quickly cross to the other side as if playing checkers with the drunken man. Worst that man hastened and got the cab we had flagged down since it’s driving in the lane nearer to him. Thankfully, it didn’t took very long and another came.
We got home; shoes soaked from roughly two hours of waiting in the rain.
Baguio For Real
The experience showed me a different Baguio. In fact, it was more than I expected.
The City of Pines has always been known as “The Summer Capital of the Philippines” and is promoted as among the top tourist destinations in the country. While it had sustained such impression throughout the years, Baguio has some things known only by residents.
First, the press release regarding its being in a state of calamity due to waste management issues is true. Although no foul smell lingers in the city, only once has the garbage been collected during my 4-day stay. Garbage bags were hung on the garage and people actually sort trash into biodegradable, non-biodeg and recyclable. Hearsays tell about scholarships granted to students who take courses related to sanitation technology.
Crime rate had also increased in the area. Theft and holdups are common. The gates in Lalaine’s place are locked once someone leaves even if there are people in the house. The doors have at least 5 locks and the house is never left empty.
I’ve also experienced storm since the forecast I followed a week before my trip didn’t turned out exactly as estimated. The wind was howling throughout the day hence the itinerary my friends prepared for me was cancelled and we stayed indoors most of the time. When we go outside, heavy fog conceals the roads and vapor comes from our mouth when we talk. A knitted vest and a trench coat worn on top of a long-sleeved shirt couldn’t make me perspire.
Water in the pipes is not supplied round-the-clock. Homes have tanks filled with water ordered from and delivered by a refilling business.
On my last day I was left alone in the house – Dennis had to go home since his mom will be discharged from the hospital, Lalaine went to work while her mom had left two days ago for some business. The power went out and I hadn’t heated water for my bath.
The typhoon didn’t cease but so did the thoughtfulness of my friends. Lalaine held an umbrella for me until I got a taxi while Dennis met me downtown and escorted and even stayed for a while until my bus departed.
It was a worthwhile experience for me. The ‘Be Happy’ phrase painted boldly on the fence has been true to its promise after all.
A Series of Unfortunate Events
Much as we wanted everything to turn out fun, there had been some adverse incidents too.
On the second day, Den and I went to the marketplace to get what we needed for Saturday lunch. It was a fine sunny day that provided no hint of the downpour that came in the afternoon. Lalaine and I left the house by sunset to meet Den at the mall downtown after his licensure review classes. After having fun singing at a karaoke lounge for hours, we left the mall on closing time and had dinner at a restaurant near the cathedral.
While waiting for food, Den finally shared with me (Lalaine knew about it already) about losing his job earlier for unfair reasons. It was sad. The dinner relieved the tension caused by my friend’s troublesome situation for a while. But then we got into another misfortune after we left for home.
Dinner at Zola
The rain was pouring on the busy roads and all cabs were taken. We waited at Session road for quite long but to no avail. We descended to Harrison Road but still failed to flag down a ride. Summoning all our courage and vigilance, we walked through the dark and empty Burnham Park with the eerie sound of trees and water rushing down the sewers. It had not been easy to get a taxi that night even at Kisad Road which according to my companions is actually an express loading area.
Headlight-lit Kisad Road
On the other side of the road we saw in a silhouette of a man without an umbrella and heard him yelling at almost every passing vehicle. He was drunk. He yelled to us on a dialect that only my companions could understand but sounded to me like anger if not a curse and crossed the street towards us. Our instinct moved as to quickly cross to the other side as if playing checkers with the drunken man. Worst that man hastened and got the cab we had flagged down since it’s driving in the lane nearer to him. Thankfully, it didn’t took very long and another came.
We got home; shoes soaked from roughly two hours of waiting in the rain.
Baguio For Real
The experience showed me a different Baguio. In fact, it was more than I expected.
The City of Pines has always been known as “The Summer Capital of the Philippines” and is promoted as among the top tourist destinations in the country. While it had sustained such impression throughout the years, Baguio has some things known only by residents.
First, the press release regarding its being in a state of calamity due to waste management issues is true. Although no foul smell lingers in the city, only once has the garbage been collected during my 4-day stay. Garbage bags were hung on the garage and people actually sort trash into biodegradable, non-biodeg and recyclable. Hearsays tell about scholarships granted to students who take courses related to sanitation technology.
Crime rate had also increased in the area. Theft and holdups are common. The gates in Lalaine’s place are locked once someone leaves even if there are people in the house. The doors have at least 5 locks and the house is never left empty.
I’ve also experienced storm since the forecast I followed a week before my trip didn’t turned out exactly as estimated. The wind was howling throughout the day hence the itinerary my friends prepared for me was cancelled and we stayed indoors most of the time. When we go outside, heavy fog conceals the roads and vapor comes from our mouth when we talk. A knitted vest and a trench coat worn on top of a long-sleeved shirt couldn’t make me perspire.
Water in the pipes is not supplied round-the-clock. Homes have tanks filled with water ordered from and delivered by a refilling business.
On my last day I was left alone in the house – Dennis had to go home since his mom will be discharged from the hospital, Lalaine went to work while her mom had left two days ago for some business. The power went out and I hadn’t heated water for my bath.
The typhoon didn’t cease but so did the thoughtfulness of my friends. Lalaine held an umbrella for me until I got a taxi while Dennis met me downtown and escorted and even stayed for a while until my bus departed.
It was a worthwhile experience for me. The ‘Be Happy’ phrase painted boldly on the fence has been true to its promise after all.
Thank You card I tucked in the bed
The bus that took me home
The bus that took me home
Sojourn in Baguio: Which Has Been Typical, The Place or The Experience?
To travel by myself is an experience I had long yearned for. The rather sheltered manner I was raised and the non-availability of personal finances then denied me of the independence I needed to fulfill that personal goal. The milestone happened months after I joined the workforce and weeks before my 19th birthday; a trip to a mall no two hours via public transport even without taking the shortcut. It was an achievement that ended my innocence but wouldn’t impress the majority who went to college in a far city at age 16. I was satisfied for sometime.
Three years after, the yearning for similar adventure resurfaced but with more intensity. I wanted to go somewhere farther yet no idea where. Until the recent company trips to Baguio City for 2 years in a row made me consider it a destination. ‘Consider’ underrates Baguio for there are no options. If it has to be done now, only Pines City is achievable.
3 out of 3 in the criteria made Baguio perfect for the purpose
Arrival
The second bus departed at 4AM; the schedule I chose so I’ll arrive in my destination by lunchtime. Dennis and Lalaine have their tutoring jobs in the morning and won’t be free until noon. Eventually, I overestimated the travel time and arrived earlier because I forgot to take into account the improvement of roads and bus engines over the years. Good thing that the bus terminal there – known for its unique architecture – has a neat waiting area.
The book I brought along kept me busy while waiting for my hosts to fetch me. The only problem was much as I felt the need to pee I can’t leave my bags unattended but are too bulky to bring with me in the CR.
Lunch out was first in the itinerary after reuniting with my friends then rode a taxi to Lalaine’s place.
The House
The residence is on a hill. A message that reads “BE HAPPY” boldly hand-painted on the fence welcomed me although I guess it had been there for some time already for it is of the same color as the gate’s. The garage serves as kitchen and laundry. Upon entering the living room, I immediately noticed the framed cross-stitch crafts and had to compliment Lalaine’s mom for her skill and diligence. The house itself is small but very cozy and tidy; its wooden floor almost as glossy as a bowling alley.
By the corner of the reception is a small dining area with a mini-bar without the liquor bottles – basically an elbow-high shelf where stuff was kept and where we stood by while having coffee. Blinds that identify the doors of 4 bedrooms hung from the sides of the short corridor. I was given Lalaine’s room; her pictures are displayed everywhere. She no longer sleeps there thus it serves more as a study-slash-wardrobe area recently. I opened the window and felt the cool mist brush my face. It revealed a vast array of rooftops and distant winding streets enveloped by fog. Dennis had mentioned that the hill is among the places that are always foggy even when the sun is high over downtown Baguio.
I dozed off while my friends attended their classes by 4PM until evening. Aside from it’s a good chance to rest, I insisted that my stay should only alter their routines as little as possible.
It’s funny that they both complained later and regretted attending their respective classes when there was nothing significant in school for that day.
Unmatched Hospitality
My hosts are the best one could ever have. I was wowed and moved by the hospitality of our own people which is internationally recognized as one-of-a-kind.
Lalaine offered their place even when we were just introduced to each other last June.
The night before my arrival, Dennis rushed his queued homework so as “not to get in the way during your [my] stay”.
Lalaine was a dutiful host. She planned and cooked meals according to a pescatarian’s diet. This lady’s a good cook who could turn the simplest recipe into a very satisfying one!
Her mom is equally endearing. Despite the natural firmness in her voice, she’s kind and an interesting conversationalist. We chatted on various things while my friends were out and I took the chance to ask how she raised her children to be diligent students since all 5 siblings each finished at least 2 degrees; 4 are now professionals. Lalaine herself took up Law immediately after completing her AB Political Science last term.
I also learned that it was by her mom’s order that Lalaine bought a plastic table wrap before they picked me up from the terminal so we could use a new one.
Dennis on the other hand kept me company most of the time although I knew beforehand that his mom is scheduled to undergo chemo that time and was actually confined on the day I arrived. I actually offered to pay a visit to the hospital or help him with errands but he said everything’s taken care by his dad and siblings.
Before they left me the afternoon of the first day, Den said that he’ll be seeing me again the next day already but nonetheless returned to spend the evening with us.
These plus the extra expenses for our needs during my stay they willingly provided.
It was first-class service that could have spoilt me. A good treatment I cannot believe I deserve but was given to me.
As gratitude, I tried to lend a hand with the chores, volunteered to do the dishes every time and share with the purchases.
Three years after, the yearning for similar adventure resurfaced but with more intensity. I wanted to go somewhere farther yet no idea where. Until the recent company trips to Baguio City for 2 years in a row made me consider it a destination. ‘Consider’ underrates Baguio for there are no options. If it has to be done now, only Pines City is achievable.
- Seven-hour travel = farther destination. Check.
- Friends who reside in the area = assurance of good company plus savings in accommodation and tour services. Check.
- Three special leave privileges sandwiching 2 days off = longer stay. Check
3 out of 3 in the criteria made Baguio perfect for the purpose
Arrival
This took me there
The second bus departed at 4AM; the schedule I chose so I’ll arrive in my destination by lunchtime. Dennis and Lalaine have their tutoring jobs in the morning and won’t be free until noon. Eventually, I overestimated the travel time and arrived earlier because I forgot to take into account the improvement of roads and bus engines over the years. Good thing that the bus terminal there – known for its unique architecture – has a neat waiting area.
The book I brought along kept me busy while waiting for my hosts to fetch me. The only problem was much as I felt the need to pee I can’t leave my bags unattended but are too bulky to bring with me in the CR.
Lunch out was first in the itinerary after reuniting with my friends then rode a taxi to Lalaine’s place.
Ascending Marcos Highway – major entry road to the city proper
Waiting at the bus terminal
The House
The residence is on a hill. A message that reads “BE HAPPY” boldly hand-painted on the fence welcomed me although I guess it had been there for some time already for it is of the same color as the gate’s. The garage serves as kitchen and laundry. Upon entering the living room, I immediately noticed the framed cross-stitch crafts and had to compliment Lalaine’s mom for her skill and diligence. The house itself is small but very cozy and tidy; its wooden floor almost as glossy as a bowling alley.
By the corner of the reception is a small dining area with a mini-bar without the liquor bottles – basically an elbow-high shelf where stuff was kept and where we stood by while having coffee. Blinds that identify the doors of 4 bedrooms hung from the sides of the short corridor. I was given Lalaine’s room; her pictures are displayed everywhere. She no longer sleeps there thus it serves more as a study-slash-wardrobe area recently. I opened the window and felt the cool mist brush my face. It revealed a vast array of rooftops and distant winding streets enveloped by fog. Dennis had mentioned that the hill is among the places that are always foggy even when the sun is high over downtown Baguio.
I dozed off while my friends attended their classes by 4PM until evening. Aside from it’s a good chance to rest, I insisted that my stay should only alter their routines as little as possible.
It’s funny that they both complained later and regretted attending their respective classes when there was nothing significant in school for that day.
The Living Room
View from my window (Day 1)
View from my window (Day 2)
View from my window (Day 5)
Clouds blocking the view of Marcos Highway from the balcony of the house
View from my window (Day 1)
View from my window (Day 2)
View from my window (Day 5)
Clouds blocking the view of Marcos Highway from the balcony of the house
Unmatched Hospitality
My hosts are the best one could ever have. I was wowed and moved by the hospitality of our own people which is internationally recognized as one-of-a-kind.
Lalaine offered their place even when we were just introduced to each other last June.
The night before my arrival, Dennis rushed his queued homework so as “not to get in the way during your [my] stay”.
Lalaine was a dutiful host. She planned and cooked meals according to a pescatarian’s diet. This lady’s a good cook who could turn the simplest recipe into a very satisfying one!
Her mom is equally endearing. Despite the natural firmness in her voice, she’s kind and an interesting conversationalist. We chatted on various things while my friends were out and I took the chance to ask how she raised her children to be diligent students since all 5 siblings each finished at least 2 degrees; 4 are now professionals. Lalaine herself took up Law immediately after completing her AB Political Science last term.
I also learned that it was by her mom’s order that Lalaine bought a plastic table wrap before they picked me up from the terminal so we could use a new one.
Dennis on the other hand kept me company most of the time although I knew beforehand that his mom is scheduled to undergo chemo that time and was actually confined on the day I arrived. I actually offered to pay a visit to the hospital or help him with errands but he said everything’s taken care by his dad and siblings.
Before they left me the afternoon of the first day, Den said that he’ll be seeing me again the next day already but nonetheless returned to spend the evening with us.
These plus the extra expenses for our needs during my stay they willingly provided.
It was first-class service that could have spoilt me. A good treatment I cannot believe I deserve but was given to me.
As gratitude, I tried to lend a hand with the chores, volunteered to do the dishes every time and share with the purchases.
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Office Outing in Pines City
The plan was to go south. No. There wasn’t a plan to go anywhere actually. I don’t know what hit our boss on the head or what had he ingested for him to retract his unofficial proclamation that there will be no summer outing for us unless all projects has been completed. It just surprised me one day some colleagues were busy researching options, corporate package proposals of resorts and hotels were coming in while documents for official travel were being sent out. (We want to believe that all projects had been completed indeed) All plans were bound south but cost analysis revealed that a southward itinerary would be expensive. However, since we were in the verge of the (summer) season, it was a now-or-never matter. And so to the North we went once more!
Last year, we felt deprived of time and fun since we’re in Baguio City for only less than 24 hours. Hence this time we dedicated our 3-day itinerary in Baguio alone and made sure to visit more of its famous parks and marketplaces and of course purchase Pines City’s specialty goods: veggies, sweets, cookies, fruit jams, silver jewelry, ornamental plants and others. Unfortunately, nobody could afford the fresh strawberries because it were priced at PHP200 more per kg than when in season; very high considering that it’s the price at the harvest fields so we wouldn’t want to know how much more is its market price in the city proper. The vendors attributed this to the damages of a recent storm.
My mates who have been with the company for at least 10 years now say this is the 3rd time they held the teambuilding in Baguio but is the best outing by far despite that many failed to come along; last year’s trip is no match. But looking at their pictures several years ago and ours this year, I couldn’t agree less that this had been a lot more fun!
Ascending Kennon Road
Lion’s Head Welcome Marker
Stop for breakfast
First lunch in our destination (I look like a famished typhoon victim here)
Camp John Hay Historic Trail
Meeting Den and Lhaine, resident friends in Baguio
Set for Day 2
Wright Park
Mine’s View Park
Doglas (Mine's Park's famous St. Bernard)
Good Shepherd's Viewing Deck
Last Day @ Pines City
On the way home
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