My travels to places where there are no paths to follow.
PAOAY, BANGILO (Malibcong, Abra). I’ve been here many times, walked along its endless pilapils and side-trails, wondered about its soil’s sustained productivity, ate with friends in nearby houses, helped gather riverlife sarep-style for dinner, took shelter in its pakarsus, and celebrated quite a few rituals (and danced with my two left feet!) in its community gatherings.
Ay apo, Bangilo, makapailiw ka a pudno!
(Photo courtesy of Chadly Balga )
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In 1968, when I first entered the Philippine Science High School, our science textbooks and even books in the school library were not very strong on astronomy.
But my older brother, Kuya Obet, an avowed astronomy fanatic who was then in his graduating year at the same high school, more than made up for the apparent lack of school books on the subject by buying what his monthly scholar stipend could afford.
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