Saturday, November 16, 2013

The Filipino can...

...we will rise above this!
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I usually refrain from reacting to national events. I feel I am not eloquent enough to express the joy, usually the sadness, sometimes the humiliation that goes with events that transpire in my beloved country.

However, the email exchanges I received last night prompted me to spend a few minutes to write this blog just to capture the dismay I felt. How disappointing that amidst the devastation, we put malice to an otherwise noble intention...

I was in Bohol this week. My organization was invited to talk about its POPs programme in the ASEAN region. I fondly remember Bohol. I was there at least twice in my previous 'life' - its century-old churches, its panorama of lush chocolate hills, its rich cultural heritage and the welcoming warmth of its people. On Tuesday, October 15, 2013 at 8:12 AM (PST) , the province was hit by a devastating 7.2 magnitude earthquake destroying most of its infrastructures and killing hundreds of people. My heart broke upon seeing what remains of its churches. Everywhere, you see people lining up for water ration, there is no electricity. But you see, the earthquake did not take away the warmth, the smiles and the welcoming spirit of the Bojolanos!

What remained of the Dauis church

I have not been to Leyte. My knowledge of the province is limited to the  photos I see in the media and my miserable recollection of my HS History subject on Gen. Douglas MacArthur's famous line - I shall return. I am sure it was a progressive province. I am sure it has lovely people.

On November 8, 2013, the province was directly hit by Typhoon Haiyan (Yolanda) - the strongest tropical cyclone to make landfall setting records at sustained winds of 250km/h. Haiyan created a 5m storm surge causing the most damage. In a matter of minutes, the province was no more. 

The devastation caused by typhoon Haiyan....

To say that the devastation was heartbreaking is an understatement. To date, 3,631 people are confirmed dead, still around 1,200 missing. Millions lost their homes. As aid came in trickles, the disaster tested the tenacity of the human spirit. Scared, hopeless, hungry and thisty - it was the lowest one can go.

...its the lowest one can go....

My Facebook page is flooded with news of the tragedy,worried  friends looking for loved-ones, urgent calls for help. Seeing the media coverage, I cried, silently offering prayers to the victims and the dead. I do not blame my government - it was not even done with Bohol yet. I was not angered by CNN's coverage and its anchors' opinions - for them, trabaho lang, walang personalan.

I rejoice in the outpouring of generosity, crucial aid from those who have more. I am grateful to the school kid in Japan who offered his piggy bank savings, to the little girls who sold lemonade in the US, to the PUP student who laid on the ground to send a message, the old lady who offered her opened-bag of Bear Brand  - to provide help to the victims. So many told and untold stories of kindheartedness and heroism that restore your belief in the good of humanity....


Maraming, maraming salamat!!


Then the email came.. I was not angered by the callousness....just disappointed because I have high respects for the senders. God bless!

Nonetheless, I take comfort in the fact that Filipinos are a resilient breed. We've had tougher times and EVERY TIME, we stood resolute amidst all, our faith in God unwavering.

We lean on prayers, our faith in God unwavering....

Kaya natin 'to!

Yes! The FILIPINO CAN!!



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When everything else is taken away, broken, battered, soaked, raw, stripped bare, you see things. You see people as they really are. This week in Tacloban, Samar and Cebu, amidst the hunger and thirst, the chaos and confusion, we've seen the best in the Filipino people. Their strength, their courage. I can't get it out of my mind. Imagine the strength it takes for a mother to search alone for her missing kids, the strength to sleep; on the street near the body of her child.
We've seen people with every reason to despair, every right to be angry, instead find ways to laugh, to love, to stand up, to move forward.
A storm breaks wood and bone, brings hurt and heartbreak. In the end, the wind, the water, the horror it brings is not the end of the story.
With aid and assistance, compassion and care, this place, these people...they will make it through. They already survived the worst. They're bowed, perhaps tired and traumatized, but they are not broken.
Mabuhay Philippines! Maraming salamat for all you've shown us. Maraming salamat for showing us all how to live.
- See more at: http://www.thepinoywarrior.com/2013/11/finding-strength-after-storm.html#sthash.XLo0ZpdX.dpuf
When everything else is taken away, broken, battered, soaked, raw, stripped bare, you see things. You see people as they really are. This week in Tacloban, Samar and Cebu, amidst the hunger and thirst, the chaos and confusion, we've seen the best in the Filipino people. Their strength, their courage. I can't get it out of my mind. Imagine the strength it takes for a mother to search alone for her missing kids, the strength to sleep; on the street near the body of her child.
We've seen people with every reason to despair, every right to be angry, instead find ways to laugh, to love, to stand up, to move forward.
A storm breaks wood and bone, brings hurt and heartbreak. In the end, the wind, the water, the horror it brings is not the end of the story.
With aid and assistance, compassion and care, this place, these people...they will make it through. They already survived the worst. They're bowed, perhaps tired and traumatized, but they are not broken.
Mabuhay Philippines! Maraming salamat for all you've shown us. Maraming salamat for showing us all how to live.
- See more at: http://www.thepinoywarrior.com/2013/11/finding-strength-after-storm.html#sthash.XLo0ZpdX.dpuf



When everything else is taken away, broken, battered, soaked, raw, stripped bare, you see things. 
You see people as they really are. This week in Tacloban, Samar and Cebu, amidst the hunger and thirst, the chaos and confusion, we've seen the best in the Filipino people. Their strength, their courage. 
I can't get it out of my mind. Imagine the strength it takes for a mother to search alone for her missing kids, the strength to sleep; on the street near the body of her child.

We've seen people with every reason to despair, every right to be angry, instead find ways to laugh, to love, to stand up, to move forward.

A storm breaks wood and bone, brings hurt and heartbreak. In the end, the wind, the water, the horror it brings is not the end of the story.

With aid and assistance, compassion and care, this place, these people...they will make it through. They already survived the worst. They're bowed, perhaps tired and traumatized, but they are not broken.

Mabuhay Philippines! Maraming salamat for all you've shown us. 
Maraming salamat for showing us all how to live.

- Anderson Cooper, CNN

When everything else is taken away, broken, battered, soaked, raw, stripped bare, you see things. You see people as they really are. This week in Tacloban, Samar and Cebu, amidst the hunger and thirst, the chaos and confusion, we've seen the best in the Filipino people. Their strength, their courage. I can't get it out of my mind. Imagine the strength it takes for a mother to search alone for her missing kids, the strength to sleep; on the street near the body of her child.

We've seen people with every reason to despair, every right to be angry, instead find ways to laugh, to love, to stand up, to move forward.

A storm breaks wood and bone, brings hurt and heartbreak. In the end, the wind, the water, the horror it brings is not the end of the story.

With aid and assistance, compassion and care, this place, these people...they will make it through. They already survived the worst. They're bowed, perhaps tired and traumatized, but they are not broken.

Mabuhay Philippines! Maraming salamat for all you've shown us. Maraming salamat for showing us all how to live.
- See more at: http://www.thepinoywarrior.com/2013/11/finding-strength-after-storm.html#sthash.XLo0ZpdX.dpuf

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* Haiyan-related photos courtesy of Google images

Friday, October 25, 2013

Second Chances...

...written in 18 August 2013 at the Male' airport...
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A new day...a new beginning...a second chance...did we embrace it?


This morning, I learned a Euro 30 lesson on second chances. My new Swiss knife was confiscated at the Male’ airport.  Ok,  what is the ‘second chance lesson’ there?’ you ask. You see, the same knife almost parted with me at the Colombo security check just 5 days ago, having forgotten that it was in my backpack. I couldn’t believe my luck when it got through. I vowed to make sure that it be checked in next time.  And, you know what happened…:(

The incident was probably so insignificant (hey, I lost a Euro 30 Swiss knife…that should account for something!) but it made me reflect on how we sometimes fail to take advantage of the second chances accorded to us. I could have made sure that the knife was checked in this time but did not. I could have done things differently with the second chance I  had but did not.

In retrospect, I wonder how many of these second chances I failed to take advantage of. How many opportunities have I let pass because I did not appreciate the second chance I was given? 

We are humans, we make mistakes, true..but to make the same mistake twice is just plain stupidity. Or if we were to believe Steven Denn, making the same mistake the second time is not anymore a mistake but a CHOICE.

I can always buy a new Swiss knife but  what if what was at stake is not anymore a mere knife?

Sunday, May 26, 2013

Travel: Enchanting Day at the Keukenhof...

I love flowers and I am blessed to have somebody who loves giving them - for no reason, no occasion...
This is why our visit to Keukenhof  was a day of enchantment...a day where all our senses feasted on the beauty and artistry all around us.

I won't say much in this blog. I just want to share this divine experience with you through pictures...

It was a day of awe...


A day of sheer beauty.....:)


A day of perfection...



A day of great artworks..




A day of friendship...


...of creating memories with the one who truly matters <3<3 <3



And yes, it was a perfect day for that perfect kiss! ;*




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Sunday, May 12, 2013

Travel: Of Castles and Kings...

"I want to remain an eternal mystery to myself and others...." - King Ludwig II
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....and this he was till the very end.

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I will never claim that I am a history buff. In fact, I was probably sleeping when History and Geography were being taught during my elementary or high school days. I did get good grades because I was good at memorizing but remembering is another thing...:)

Oh, regrets...regrets...

Anyways, joining  Vienna's  Aguman Kapampangan-organized tour to the region of Bavaria (Bayern), Germany last weekend proved to be a close encounter with the interesting history (and mysteries!) of the now well-loved  Bavarian King, Ludwig II.

King Ludwig II
Ludwig Otto Friedrich Wilhelm  was King of Bavaria from 1864 until shortly before his death in 1886.

He purportedly lived in his own dream world, building a fantasy world around him. From 1875 on, he lived at night and slept during the day.

The grand palaces he built during his days are living monuments of the ideal fantasy world he desires - his refuge from reality. His eccentric behavior earned him the title "Mad King of Bavaria" - though the accuracy of this label has long been disputed. He was deposed on grounds of mental incapacity and was imprisoned at Castle Berg. On 13 June 1886, he was found dead in Lake Stenberg with his psychiatrist.  The circumstances sorrounding his death remained a mystery to this day.

But was he really insane? Did he kill himself or was it murder? Was he gay?!!!

No matter how history judges Ludwig II, the fact remains that he gave the world the magnificent Bavarian castles we now admire in awe.

Now back to the tour.... 

We started at 6AM proceeding to the small town of Altötting  - famous for the Gnadenkapelle (Chapel of Grace) which houses the "Black Madonna"  and silver urns immortalizing the hearts of Bavarian kings including that of King Ludwig II.

The town of Altoting in Bavaria


Now the castles..

1. Schloss Herrenchimsee - Ludwig's island get away...

Versailles-inspired Schloss Herrenchimsee...

Schloss Herrenchiemsee, situated in the island of Chimsee and now accessible only by a small ferry boat,  is a neo-Baroque structure inspired by the Palace of Versailles. Ludwig's admiration of King Louis XIV - the Sun King - was evident in the castle's interior with frescoed ceilings showing 25 tableaux of the Sun King.

The palace feautures technological works relatively advance in those period - an elevator table in the dining room and central heating system. Unfortunately, works discontinued after the King's death and only 20 of the planned 70 rooms were completed.

In my opinion, Schloss Herrenchiemsee is also the grandest (and most expensive) of all Ludwig's palaces with 5 kg of gold leaves used for its interiors. Almost everything is elaborately designed with gold. Massive candlelit chandeliers, including a Messein porcelain one, drapes the ceiling. Too bad that I cannot show them in this blog as no photos are allowed inside the castle. My description does not do justice to the jaw-dropping magnificence of the palace's interior.


2. Schloss Neuschwanstein - the Cinderella Castle.

Neuschwanstein Castle as seen from Marienbrucke (Marie's Bridge)
 
It was said that the design of Disney's Cinderella castle was a takeoff from Neuschwanstein - much-touted as Germany's best known and most visited castle.

Began in 1869 and also unfinished, the castle embodies the "dream world" of Ludwig II. The walls of the castle are intricately painted with figures from the poetic world of the Middle ages paying tribute to Richard Wagner - the King's favorite composer (and to whom he dedicated the castle!)

The tour features the throne room,  the King's chamber and bedroom, the Palace's ballroom - all ornately designed and with "modern conveniences" quite advance for its time. Again, simple description would not do. It has to be experienced to be fully appreciated.

By the way, if you managed to go - wear your most comfortable shoe. If you like hiking, the mile-long walk up is yours. For those who prefer to "save calories" like me-  buses go to the Marienbrucke every ten minutes and horse carriages are available for hire, saving you some kilometers (but its still a fair distance to the castle).


3. Schloss Hohenschwangau - the Palace of his Youth.


Hohenschwangau Palace from the hill to Marienbrucke
This was not part of our program but Hohenschwangau Castle is where King Ludwig II spent his youth. Further reading describes the castle as being much more traditional and features several photographs of the King and his family. It is also worth noting that the present-day structure is not the original castle, having been destroyed by Napoleon's forces, then later rebuilt in the 19th century.

4. Schloss Linderhof - Small but majestic

The only Palace King Ludwig II completed before his death...
Schloss Linderhof is the smallest of the three palaces King Ludwig II commissioned to be built. It has only ten rooms, only 4 of which are functional. True to the King's obsession with privacy, the palace is tucked away among the quiet hills and valleys of Oberammergau.

Linderhof may not be as grand as the other two palaces King Ludwig built but this is where he spent most of his time. The gardens look fanstastic when we visited but I'm sure they will be more splendid in summer.

Aguman Kapampangan of Vienna and friends
It was a fun-filled tour enjoyed with friends... great tour  infused with history and mysteries - a deeper insight to the man whose 'madness and obsession' would leave an astounding legacy of magnificent structures to the world...

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“Here's to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. 
The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. 
They're not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. 
You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. 
About the only thing you can't do is ignore them. 
Because they change things. They push the human race forward. 
And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. 
Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, 
are the ones who do.”
-Apple Inc.

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Saturday, April 20, 2013

Travel: Our Sagada (mis)adventures!

Strength does not come from physical capacity. It comes from an indomitable will.
-Mahatma Gandhi

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How does an inactive, couch potato survive Sagada spelunking? Well, read on and find out...
 
The hubby and myself were on our home leave and we promised the nieces and the nephew a Hongkong or a Singapore trip. Poor planning, however, made it impractical to see Disneyland or Universal Studios. But a promise is a promise (and with these kids, it's a covenant!) so we had to provide an alternative.

The searing heat of Philippine summer made the choice quite easy - go up north where the mountains and the cold weather are. My fascination with UNESCO Heritage Sites brought the 7 of us to the municipality of Sagada in the Mountain Province.

Sagada is located 275 km north of Manila and takes around 10 hours from our place in Pampanga. We took a 10PM bus to Baguio and the 6:30 AM GL-Lizardo Trans arriving in Sagada at around 1PM. The commute itself was strenuous but the majestic views of mountain stretches, rice terraces and roadside waterfalls made it bearable. 

Breathtaking view on the way to Sagada

Exhausted, hungry and with little sleep, we found our way to the municipal tourist information center where we registered ourselves and paid the PhP 35 environmental fee. We found a place to stay at the Isabelo's Inn and Cafe for PhP250 per person a night (with free wifi!).

Now, we are officially registered Sagada tourists....

Lunch at the famous Yoghurt House. Sagada is known for its delectable specialties that we just had to try some of them. The Yoghurt house is touted to have the best, well, yoghurt! :)

Delicious fares at the Yoghurt House...


Lake Danum and a majestic sunset at Mount Ampacao. After catching a few winks, we opted to book the Lake Danum/sunset tour. The lake is, well, unimpressive but it gave us an opportunity to take some nice photos. As for the sunset, it was majestic in its own rights but not really comparable to that of Santorini. :)

Goofing around Lake Danum...

Aspiring models all...
Sunset at Mount Ampacao...majestic in its own rights...

Day 2: Spelunking at Sumaguing. I was warned! But everybody said you have not been to Sagada if you don't do the cave tours. There were actualy 2 cave tours you can choose from - the Cave Connection and the Short Course Caving. Having been warned of the difficulties of the former (and simply reading the description in the brochure), we opted for the short course caving...not without some precautions, I tell you. 

Q: We have kids with us, can they do this? 
A: If they're older than 7, sure.  

Q: CAN I DO IT? 
A: (Guide looked at me from head to toe and said...) If you set your mind to doing it, then you can do it! 

Bah!! That sounded like a challenge. 

The short course caving tour actually includes a Dokiw hanging coffin viewpoint, a Lumiang burial cave entrance, rice terraces viewpoint and of course, the Sumaging cave adventure which promises to treat us with " awesome rock arts, a wade through waist deep water, rappelling and boulder climbing". Not bad, huh! Sumaguing is also home to hundreds of bats and yeah, you would need to go through the bat dung section to go to the next part. Still interested?! :)

So, with our petite but really awesome guide, Dalifer...off we went to our great (mis) adventure of the day (of my lifetine, probably)!

First stop, the Dokiw hanging coffin viewpoint. After a  few minute-walk, we were treated with gorgeous rock formations and of course, some of the hanging coffins. Sagada is famous for this traditional way of burying people which is still practiced by some. We were told that not everyone can be buried this way; one had to be married and have grandchildren to qualify (among other things). So there goes my chances, no grandchildren to boot. :)

Hanging coffins and awesome rock formations...

Next was a visit to the Lumiang burial cave. The challenge started here as you need to descend about hundred feet down and go up the same way. It was an eerie experience, what with old coffins and skeletal remains around in the darkness of the cave...

Oh yes, these are coffins, alright!

View of the rice terraces. The rice terraces in Sagada are not the most breathtaking but they are not less than remarkable.The trek to Sumaguing cave is made bearable by these fantastic wonders of human ingenuity.

Ingenious wonders indeed!

Now, comes the Sumaguing cave adventure. The cave has a huge opening and you would need to go down a number (hundreds!!!) of steps to proceed. It's like a descent to the unknown. Next, is the overpowering smell of bat dung and if you shun anything icky, this one is not for you...its like, eeewwww, as my nieces exclaimed. The only thing that prods you on is the excitement of what's next. If you're lucky too, you will have spots of dung droppings as you proceed. :) Totally, eeewwww....


Having fun still...
That was the easy part...next you have to continue your descent with only rocks to hang on to and slippery boulders to contend with. My sister-in-law almost slipped all the way through but was saved by our guide. My brother jokingly said "Sayang...". Hehe...

Shoe off now...the hubby declined to proceed further claiming painful corns and calluses...so he opted to wait for us. Where is your sense of adventure??!! Well, he probably had common sense...:)
Those are extremely slippery boulders...

So, we waded through cold cave waters...slippery boulders...had,  at some point, needed to descend by stepping on the shoulders of the guide (yeah, yeah...poor him)..But yeah, the rock formation are a sight to behold - we saw the mother and kid elephant, the Queen (giving birth), the King (the reason for the queen's form) and the Prince. We also saw the cake and the curtains...:)

Now, rappelling!! What?! I thought there's another route?! Well, the other route requires wading through neck deep water. So, what now...the kids say - rapelling! I was outvoted. So, be it (with an uttered prayer)!! I was so worried that I cannot lift my own body weight that I vowed at that point to lose some...Did I honor that vow? Well, the camel ride in Dubai made me rethink...but that's another story... :p

Not my best shots, but hey, these are proofs...:)

Ok, I rappelled. I survived. Me: What?! Another one?! Noooooooo!!!!!  Guide: Oh, yeessss!!!

So, we had to go back same way we came, so back to the point where we left the hubby....and seeing what we needed to climb still, I almost cried!! I saw the vertical climb that I feared for everybody's survival. It was so steep with only rock protrusions to help the ascend. You then come to the realization that this is what you survived climbing down and that there is no other way up. I probably called all the saints beseeching them to just get us through this...please, please LORD! Sabi siguro ni Lord  "Ginusto mo yan eh...".

And then we saw the light....no, silly, we survived!!! ! ...that's the entrace to the cave...a few more climb...one..two...a few more steps...three..four...don't care about the bat dung...$%$&....slide through it...hundred more steps....bring it on!!!!

Then, FREEDOM!!! Halo-halo treat came next...:)  :)

Survivors all...yipppeeee!!!






  
  Can't imagine how we survived this (mis)adventure...how I survived it! But I did and I AM PROUD!!.. Will I do it again?! Nooooooo.....not in this lifetime!!!
 


It was indeed an adventure of a lifetime and memories I will always share with my brother's family. Let's do this again...the vacation I mean, not the spelunking...:)