Video Queen

Oh well, I'm now back in Bangkok after a long holiday in Las Islas Filipinas.

I should really make my next visit shorter. I love visiting my family and friends, but not having my own space and getting out of my routine (whatever that is) is a bit exhausting.

For instance, cos I spent two or three nights in Manila and Cebu I was moving around a lot (my gratitude to my kind and welcoming hosts!). And then when I reached Surigao my clothes were just piled in my suitcase. I also missed eating my share of fruits daily, which Surigao sorely lacks (or maybe I just didn't bother searching for them).

This is so typical of me after I go home. I whine and whine like it's nobody's business.

Maybe I should shut up already. LOL.

Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed my visit very much. I was particularly happy to have met my family after seeing them last in 2011. And then I also spent a lot of time with my cousins and the few friends who have stayed in Surigao.

To prove that I had a good time at home, I compiled some video clips of my trip. I was inspired by my cousin's video of her summer holiday in the Philippines. So right from the onset of my trip I was already taking five-second clips of my journey.

I was daunted by the editing because it was my first time to do so. Thank god for iMovie I managed to pull it off through a slow trial-and-error process.

So, amigas, here is the final product.

Caridad Once Again!

I'm on my second week of a three-week holiday in Las Islas Filipinas. While I have quite a bit of things to share on this blog, I'll first tell you about my short trip to Siargao Island (Tuesday to Thursday this week).

My mom's home barrio of Caridad is on Siargao Island, east of Surigao City. My cousins, sister, brother, and I used to spend our summer holidays there, getting sun burned all the time from playing too much on the beach, which faces the Pacific Ocean. We ran around in the rice fields and coconut groves and loved riding on water buffaloes.

Those summer trips in Siargao always meant so much fun although it was far from unbridled because my grandmother always compelled us to take afternoon naps or to go home as soon as the sun set. When I think of my fondest memories of my childhood I think of those summers in Caridad.

For this trip, I wanted to get a slice of the place once again, after all I haven't visited Caridad for maybe 14 years. My grandmother does not live there anymore though and my cousins could hardly fit a trip there.

It's quite amazing how little of my grandmother's house has changed. It has the same old cabinets, although they've been ravaged by termites. They are all beaten too by the harsh ocean breeze. But they have somehow managed to stay intact after few repairs.

I was fascinated to find that they have kept some old kerosene lamps, which have been rendered useless since electricity arrived on the island. I couldn't help my self from taking photos of these various old stuff.

On my first morning there I made it a point to wake up early to catch the sun rise on Caridad's beach. Oh the place of wonder when we were young!

We spent so much time taking a dip in its many pools that are revealed when the tide is low while huge waves crash in the distance. I could still easily find where they are and the rocks from which we dove. In fact, I first learned how to swim in one of the deep tidal pools when I was about 7 years old. I also remember catching tiny, flat, and transparent fish and those spindly and soft starfishes that used to scare the shit out of one of my cousins.

A few kilometres from Caridad is Magpupungko Beach, perhaps the area's main tourist landmark of a huge rock perching on top of what looks like a pedestal.

And then I stumbled into a few relatives who have stayed in the barrio. They told me of their memories of my cousins and me when we used to stage dance programs on boring, electricity-less nights and how we used torches as stand-in for spotlights. It's fascinating how many of them recognised me simply because of my supposed strong resemblance to my mom.

The trip certainly made me feel nostalgic of those carefree days, well, under the careful and loving watch of our grandmother.

While there are many familiar aspects of the island that remain unchanged, I've noticed several improvements. For one, now the barrio has a high school instead of the kids walking 6 kilometres to the nearest one. Also, the highway has been just recently paved with concrete. There are also more water pumps to serve the residents, which it appears is growing like mad!

Needless to say I had an amazing time in Caridad. It was great to reconnect with my childhood memories. And I'm also happy to see that it is moving forward in the right direction (if only they could stop making too many babies though).

Siargao in My Mind

My anorexic sister recently went home to Surigao for the holidays, her first time to spend Christmas with the family in years. She also made a side trip to Siargao Island where my mom originally comes from. In fact my sister was also born in Siargao many, many, many years ago (yeah, she is that old... buwahahaha).

Ok, some introduction to Siargao Island first... like where the hell is it in the map? See below.

Photos from Google Maps

Well as you can tell, it pretty much sits on the eastern edge of Las Islas Filipinas, peering on the vastness of the Pacific Ocean. Strong typhoons and monsoon rains continuously batter that side of the Philippines almost year-round.

Because of the strong winds Siargao Island rose to fame as the surfing capital of the country. Its pristine beaches, outlying islets, mountains, and mangrove forests are also some of its attractions.

Despite the beauty of the island, tourism hasn't caught up fast enough (as far as I know) - and I don't know if it's a good thing or not. Infrastructure is still in poor state, making access to the island quite tedious and time-consuming.

Much of the income of the people still comes from fishing and coconut and rice farming, which are not big industries either.

Recently my sister posted on the net some of her photos of her trip to Siargao and the images brought to mind my summers in the island. Our parents used to ship us to my grandma's house in Caridad (one of the small villages in Siargao) every time school's out and we stay with our Nanay for a couple of months or so.

Most of my time in Siargao was spent playing with my cousins and there was no better place to cool ourselves from the heat of the summer sun than the beach. We spent hours and hours in the tidal pools that come out during low tide. I learned how to swim in those tidal pools when I was about six years old. Humongous waves roared in the distance where the tidal flat drops abruptly into the depths of the Pacific.

My cousins, my siblings, and I did not emerge from water until our Nanay came hurrying down the beach with a stick in one hand, threatening to beat us if we did not go home. But she never did of course. We used to get horribly painful sun burns from staying under the sun for hours on end though.

If we were not in the beach, we roamed around the small village, making friends. We would sit by the road waiting for a carabao to pass by. When one came around, we usually requested the owner of the carabao for a short ride to nowhere in particular.

With coconuts bountiful in my Nanay's farm, we also had afternoons gorging on young coconut meat and refreshing ourselves with fresh coconut water. Otherwise my Nanay cooked us bananas for afternoon snack.

Oh, afternoons were always dreadful for us coz my Nanay insisted that we took a nap when all we wanted to do was swim in the sea or run around the rice fields. But somehow she would always get her way.

When electricity did not reach the island yet, we lit kerosene lamps in the evening, while having fish for dinner. Sometimes we had huge crabs and lobsters as treats. After dinner we would sit outside the house under a blanket of stars while enjoying the humid Pacific breeze.

Sleeping time was usually eight in the evening. I remember sleeping on a mat under a mosquito net. It was always eerily silent in the evening as most people go to bed early as well.

My Nanay liked getting a massage from me almost every night. I only did this if I get a story in return. My favorite stories were about my mother and her siblings. We would always have fun interrogating her on who's the most hard-headed among her kids. It turned out that my mom was pretty well-behaved coz she was the oldest among the four children.

The small church in Caridad where my parents got married 31 years ago. I swear it has not changed much since I last saw it.

My Nanay's house, totally unchanged as well.

My Nanay. Did I hear someone say botox?

I've always considered my summers in Caridad as my best childhood memories. Of course the nurturing care of our Nanay was the best part of it all. Also, we had the freedom to play and just be children.

The last time I was in Caridad was 2005.

So when I went through the pics that my sister took, memories of our happy days as children in Caridad just seemed clearer again. If anything, it made me smile and a bit wistful.

Now my cousins and I have taken various paths and are hardly in contact anymore. My Nanay, who must be in her mid 70s now, seems to go frail as the years go by (I only see her on webcam these days).

Courtesy of my skinny sister (and I'm proud of her!), I also want to share some of her holiday pictures of the family during the holidays.

My sister with Don, her boyfriend of eight years (sakto ba ako yot?).

La Familia. Those red curtains need to be burned ASAP!
Standing: my cousin Dave, his mom Caridad (yeah, also the name of the village where they grew up!), and my sister.
Sitting: my obese brother Dwight, his girlfriend of seven years, my obese mom, my cousin Iris, and my dad.

All photos are by my sister.