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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SUBENIR NG NAGSASA, muntik ko na malimutan. Mumurahin lang ito, hindi gaya ng pa-tattoo kay Fang-od. Hinaharbes lang ng mga pamilyang Ayta sa dalisdis ng bundok, nilalapatan ng konting dekurasyon, ganun. Bilhin mo para pwede mo na ipagmalaki na nakarating ka sa Nagsasa.
Kaya, hayun. Ang ilalagay ko lang na dalawang katiting na tuldok sa super-pausong mapa ngayon sa FB ay ito: Nagsasa at Loo. Kaso, sa sobrang liit ng tuldok, hindi lilitaw sa mapa. O baka kukulayan ng travel website ang buong probinsya, na para bang naikot na ng respondent ang lahat ng sulok nito. Kaya wag na lang ?
Continue reading “Subenir ng Nagsasa”
If you haven’t met it yet, may I introduce you to an outstanding survivor of my many street battles versus biking accidents?
Meet an old friend: a Bell bicycle helmet, bought nearly 20 years ago at Fry’s along Rosecrans Ave in Hawthorne CA (at $35.95 if I remember right). Originally in steel gray, and later repainted a militant red with Igan’s help. Continue reading “Survivor is the name of this helmet”