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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Contractors are the newest flavor of the month, on the perennial issue of corruption. Or should I say, rather, they and their connects in government are the newest whipping boys of the “class-conscious” commentariat.
Most of us are now focused on the Discayas and the other contractors listed by PH President Ferdinand “Bongbong” Marcos (BBM).
Not a big problem with me. The guilty ones must indeed be pilloried from post to post, at least in social media and other public arena if not in the courts and penal colonies where they belong.
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As children growing up in Kamuning, which was dotted by stone quarries in earlier times, we were used to calling this type of rough stone “adobe.” That’s because this was how our parents and all the adults around us called it.
But the stone we are familiar with is not really adobe. Adobe is the Spanish term for “mudbrick” (from Arabic ‘attob’). The real adobe, particularly the sun-baked or unfired type, was the quick-and-dirty earthen material used for Mediterranean construction since time immemorial.
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