Baguio continues to surprise me. Even though I lived there for four years, every time I come back, there’s always something about it that makes it interesting all over again. I see new things in the places that I’ve been to and feel I know so well.
I discover charming nooks and crannies in a road that I pass by many times.
I taste something new and enjoy the freshness that somehow only Baguio and its nearby provinces can give.
Baguio over the weekend. It wasn’t a tourist visit. Then again, when has going to Baguio been a tourist visit for us? Den wanted to go to PMA for “research,” while I just wanted to find some binatog.
We ended up doing that, and more.
We left Manila at 3:30 AM. All trips were filled and that was the earliest one we could get. So a good two hours was spent at 7-Eleven, gorging on whatever we could to keep us awake. Once on the bus, I immediately tried to sleep. Too bad the conductor decided to show Rush Hour 1 & 2 for the whole trip. I don’t think anyone appreciated it. Not that I don’t love Jackie Chan, but I’d rather be sleeping.
Ching’s brother and sister (both who were studying in UP Baguio) met us at the station and took us to their boarding house, where we left our things. After having lunch at Cathy’s (hello lechon rice!) we went to University of Baguio to watch my sister dance for their school festival. She lost her phone though, and whoever took it will suffer my wrath *fume* They performed great though, and I realized that I may not be as fit as I used to be. Climbing five floors in Manila is easy. Climbing five floors in Baguio makes me dizzy.
View from the 4th floor of UB
We then went to PMA. The last I was there was sometime during my 3rd year, when my groupmates for a journ class covered the PMA graduation (probably 2001). Prior to that it was at my friend’s debut and several open houses. Open houses are fun. You get to see how the cadets live and maybe swipe a thing or two off their personal belongings.
The thing with PMA is that going out is rather tricky. There are jeepneys, but it’s pretty sporadic, and getting out by 5 PM is a must or else there’ll be a very long walk in the dark for you. Luckily, a cab passed by and with a little prodding, the six of us got in.
We arrived in town, where my sister & I went to her dorm so she could wash off the paint they used for their costumes. I fell asleep for a few minutes and woke up with a lovely headache. Still, it felt good to be burrowed underneath a warm comforter. The weather in Baguio is always lovely.
We went back to town for dinner at Steaks and Toppings, then walked towards Burnham for the market encounter. I finally found a binatog vendor, and excitedly bought some binatog for me and my sister.
Binatog in Baguio is different from the binatog in Manila. For one, it’s not sold by men in bikes, banging some metal bell. Often, it’s pretty much in a cart like fishball, often stationary, waiting for the customers to come by. For another, it’s main flavoring comes not from salt, but from sugar and evaporated milk. The first time I ever tried one in Baguio I was so surprised, but I loved it. It’s still P10 per cup, but the cup is smaller now.
Market encounter is much like a tiangge. There are a lot of stalls selling all sorts of things, from the usual Baguio paraphernalia and memorabilia (t-shirts, keychains, bonnets and scarves) to toys (there were several stalls with decent anime figurines) and of course, food.
Having a low budget, I didn’t buy anything, except for a pack of pink marshmallows and a P10 flashlight.
Get your glooves on!
Lighting up at the Melvin Jones Grandstand
We headed off to our respective dorms: Ching was going with her siblings, while Den went with me and my sister. Upon arriving, I changed into sleepwear and went to sleep.
We were supposed to meet up at 9 AM but when we woke up, it was already 9! It took us an hour to get ready (try to take a bath without hot water), by which Ching was already done with her shopping.
Baguio market always fascinates me. Even though sometimes I hate the crowd, there’s always something interesting to see there. Today, there were a lot of people, locals selling their goods, tourists flocking to buy them. Being neither a resident or a tourist, I stood mostly there and let Den and Osky look around. I did buy some strawberries, splitting the loot with my sister. She bought a rope bracelet.
One of my pet peeves is rudeness, and boy, did we get a good dose of that at the market. See, while my sister and I were talking to the saleslady where we got the bracelet, this girl butted in to ask the saleslady something. Um, hello? Can’t you see that we were talking? And it wasn’t just that. Den said that while she was looking at some keychains, the same girl grabbed the one she was looking at. Den’s not the type to argue so she gave the girl a look, and the girl turned away to talk to the saleslady again. Den later said the girl had bad breath haha.
Later, we saw the girl with a group of her friends who were all loud. I get that you’re on a trip with friends and enjoying each other’s company, but for the love of all that’s good and holy, please be mindful of your surroundings and respect the people who live there!
We had about three hours to go til our trip. My sister was feeling tired so after taking us to the station, she went back to her dorm. Not knowing what to do ’til we had to leave, we went to Ching’s boarding house. After a few minutes of doing nothing (except that I ate strawberries and bread), we decided to head to town to buy some cream puff from Dane’s. We even had time to look at ukay ukay! Yeah, I love Baguio.
Bus is empty, everyone went to eat
The trip down was uneventful. Bus showed “Night at the Museum,” which made me really dizzy. I slept through “Universal Soldier” and woke up in time for “Avatar.” What sucks is that we arrived at our stop just before the movie ended. Yeesh. Even though I know how it ended, it still grates.
Stepping off the bus, I want to go back. ASAP.
P.S. The ironic thing was, the three of us were finally together in Baguio many years after our graduation, but we never set foot in school. Haha. My personal accomplishment: I didn’t go to SM! 😀
My parents and I took my sister to a neurologist today. She was complaining of chronic headache as well as a slight bump in her head. So far, the tests the doctor gave her showed that her motor and response skills were normal, but was advised to have a CT scan. We’ll get the results tomorrow.
On our way to the scan facility (it wasn’t at the clinic), we ran into some bloopers that had us all in good spirits the rest of the day. Hope my storytelling does it justice.
Security Guard: Magandang hapon po sir! San po kayo? Papa: Sa I-Scan lang sir. SG: Ano po pakay nyo dun sir? Papa: (after a second, trying not to laugh) Magpapa-scan. SG: Ah sige po. Me baril kayo? Papa: Wala po. SG: Sige sir, tuloy po kayo!
After driving around for a few minutes, we decided to ask for directions.
Papa: Excuse me, san dito yung I-Scan? Yung facility ng pag scan tulad ng CT, MRI? Man in a scrub suit: (looks around the area) Ay, dati naka park lang sila dito. Wala na ngayon. Papa: O sige, salamat po.
He then closes the window and we call start laughing uncontrollably. Finally we decided to ask the security near the ER for directions.
Mama: Miss, san po dito yung facility ng pag-scan? Yung I-Scan? Lady Guard: (I’ll type how she said it) E-scan po or Eye-scan? Mama: I-Scan. LG: Ay di ko po alam.
It turns out that the place we were looking for is outside the compound. We didn’t mind the bit of a drive-around as it was good for a few laughs. In the end, it was a tricycle driver who told us how to get there.
Relief Operations For those who are in Baguio, the University of the Philippines Baguio will be holding relief operations this Wednesday, October 14. Details can be viewed at the UPB website.
The University is coordinating relief efforts through the Human Resources Development Office (HRDO). Donations of relief goods may be centralized at the HRDO care of Director Maria Ana Diaz.
Cash Donations may be deposited to the UPCB Education Foundation Inc., with the following account details:
* Account Number: 0510-004420-030 * Bank: Development Bank of the Philippines * Branch: Baguio
All donations whether cash or in kind will be properly acknowledged. Donations will be systematically documented and accounted for.
For inquiries: Please contact Prof. Maan Diaz at (074) 445-0785, or Remy Ramos, Chancellor’s Office, at (074) 442-3888.
When Typhoon Ondoy hit Metro Manila, it was all over the news. People rushed to help those who were affected and the response was truly amazing. Granted it wasn’t perfect, but it certainly showed that the spirit of bayanihan was alive in the Filipinos. Even Filipinos abroad did their part, hosting fundraising events to help Ondoy victims.
The sun is shining as I sit here typing these words. On my way to work I passed by places that were greatly affected by the storm and they’re recovering nicely.
I shared the car with people who had just come from the areas that are currently being hit hard by Typhoon Pepeng. The typhoon that had Manila residents scared because it was supposed to arrive days after Ondoy left and and they haven’t been able to recover from it, but thankfully, it avoided the metro. However, that didn’t mean that Pepeng was creating problems for people elsewhere.
The whole week, my friend Yvie in Baguio has been keeping me updated about the weather in Baguio. Rain hasn’t stopped, and signal number 2 has been given all over the Baguio-Benguet area. I had been talking to my sister too on a daily basis, asking her how she is and how the storm was. Saturday palang daw, people in Baguio were in panic buying mode. That was Saturday, October 3.
Last night, Yvie said that power was out and plans to keep it out until the storm passes was underway. Some barangays are flooeded, and roads to Baguio are closed due to possible landslides. Imagine that, if Baguio residents need to leave, they can’t.
Even the lowlands are experiencing some problems. Many Botolan residents have been living in evacuation centers since August, when Typhoon Kiko hit the province. They have no place to go back to as the river claimed their homes.
My mom said that it was raining hard during their entire trip from Zamables yesterday. Earlier my mom received a message from her brother that Aringay, La Union is also flooded. We have relatives there, and we are trying to get in touch with them to know how they are. My friend Den said that it’s flooded in their family home in Tarlac.
I am not the only one who is frustrated with the lack of news and updates about Typhoon Pepeng, as well as the lack of help that’s being given to these locations. I am not saying that the victims of Ondoy aren’t important and getting them back on their feet isn’t a priority. But they are recovering, thanks to the generosity of Filipinos. It’s now time to help those who are still suffering.
Here are others who are as frustrated as I am:
N.Luzon is getting less attention bec. it’s not as ‘sexy’ as the images of flooded Manila streets. Prove me wrong. (via mcg at Twitter)
Northern Luzon deserves the same, nay, better help and response that Metro Manila got for Ondoy. (Francis Ballesteros, Twitter)
n.luzon is phils too!! why aren’t we getting the same help ondoy victims did?? come on pipol!!! we are holding on to dear life in here!! (Jacquie Doria, Twitter)
Jacquie’s family is in Mangaldan, and she hasn’t heard from them yet.
As of this writing, I’m slowly seeing movement towards helping our kababayans up in Nothern Luzon. Please pass any information you could. We need your help. Thanks.
Last weekend, Den and I went to Baguio. She told me that she had been hankering for a visit to our college town and asked if I wanted to come along (then again, whether or not I could go wouldn’t stop her hehe).
I had several reasons why I couldn’t go: work, lack of budget, plus I promised to go to my best friend’s thanksgiving dinner that weekend (she just passed the bar, yahoo!). But then, it was Baguio… and I wanted to see my sister who my parents said wasn’t feeling well when they visited her the previous week.
It took some juggling, but I managed to get a Friday leave and cough up some funds. I planned to go back on Saturday around lunch, leaving Den in Baguio. The last minute, my brother Miks and Den’s sister Mic joined us, so not only was it a friend bonding trip, but a sibling bonding one.
We decided to take the earliest trip from Manila to Baguio, but instead of the midnight trip, we got the 2 AM one. Not bad, but somehow, there was another mix-up in the tickets (which happened the last time Den & I went to Baguio too. I wonder if there’s a jinx of sorts?). The trip was rather long too, closer to seven hours instead of six like it was originally.
We arrived in Baguio amidst the sounds of Air Supply videoke and the Pork Chop Duo. Upon arrival, we went to meet my sister Otki, drop off our stuff and go to UP.
Ah, UP. No words could describe you. You’ve changed but I still love you. We had breakfast at the Upper Canteen and went around the campus, with me as the tour guide. We had the requisite pictures with Oble and waited for Otki.
Just because there’s a UP in Diliman or Manila doesn’t make this UP less of… UP. ^_~
We spent the rest of the morning at SM while waiting for 2 PM so we could check in. Den & Mic slept the afternoon away, while my siblings and I went back to SM to shop and meet my friend Yvie. Afterwards, Otki went with her friends, while I lounged at the hotel using their free wi-fi.
Dinner was at our staple restaurant, Steaks and Toppings, and afterwards, a nice walk along Session Road.
The next day, Miks went home early, while Den & I met up with our classmates Kat and Jang for breakfast at Pizza Volante along Session (this branch is what the locals like better than the one at SM hehe). It was a wonderful hour of chatting and good food.
Afterwards, Den went to meet her friend in SM (again, hehe) and I went to meet Otki. My friends from our office’s IT were in Baguio to work on something, so I thought I’d visit them. I wouldn’t want to pass up the opportunity to see this place up close.
I caught the 1:10 PM bus to Manila, while Otki went back to school. My trip was more than eight hours, and I barely made it to my best friend’s party — but I did! The only thing I wasn’t able to do that weekend was watch the Davids in concert, but I didn’t mind… much :p