Sky Way

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October 23, 2024, Manila- The area between the entrance to Terminal 3 and the taxi stands, at Ninoy Aquino International Airport, is rife with touts, every one of whom wants to charge double or triple the fare charged by metered taxis, or even GRAB (Uber-type) vehicles. I have learned to walk straight ahead, saying “Excuse me!”, in a firm tone. The lady who mocked, saying “Get out of way!”, was a GRAB imposter, who still wanted twice the fare. I told her no, and went over to the meter booth.

The driver took me to Ola! Hostel, via the Skyway, for which the passenger (rightfully, in my view) pays the toll of 35 PhP (Philippine pesos) on top of the fare. It is a much nicer drive, with little slow downs and, at lunch time anyway, no gridlock. I arrived at Ola! seventeen minutes after leaving NAIA.

It has just been that sort of day. I was very warmly welcomed back to the hostel, and to the Baha’i Center, in late afternoon. My darling had news of her own: She has landed the job that she had sought, before last week’s loss of a dear Baha’i community member and this past weekend’s art gallery opening ( by K’s good friend), which I missed for the sake of connecting with an old friend from Mesa, AZ, who now lives in Dumaguete, Negros Oriental.

She will be busy for several months, and that’s a good thing. I will also be busy, once I get back to Home Base I. There is a lot going on, just before the election and immediately afterward. November and December promise to pass with lightning speed. Through all of it, I will be encouraging Kathy, every day. I will see her again in February, during a short visit here, that will focus on a few important tasks.

Picking up on the ways to navigate this sometimes chaotic, but vibrant, society is coming to me organically. There are aspects that will also be very useful in the months to come, back in the United States.

Buglasan, and A Mineral Bath

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October 22, 2024, Valencia, Negros- “A” couldn’t get his photo taken, by his Dad, often enough. There were so many colourful and elaborate displays, from various communities in the province of Negros Oriental, that a child of any age could be enthralled for hours-and some of us were.

Buglasan, the Festival of Festivals, is Dumaguete’s celebration of its neighbours in the eastern portion of the island of Negros. Here are some scenes of the displays and other activities.

Exhibit from Manjuyod.
Exhibit of a bond
Exhibit from Bais
Exhibit from Dauin
Exhibit from Tanjay
Rainbow Carabao
Negros Oriental Provincial Capitol (above and below)
The colours of Pamplona (Negros, not Espana)
Exhibit from Valencia (also Negros, not Espana)
The bright and shining province, of “gentle people”.

Anis and I also enjoyed a visit to Red Rock Hot Spring, where a happy family danced about, in the midst of the warm pool that we chose to soak away any aches we may have accumulated. No one could ache for long, in the company of these ebullient folks.

Also most enjoyable was a walk up to Sheintan Ridge View, where one may get a close up of Cebu Island, across Tanon Strait.

Finally, here is Anis at his third restaurant’s wood fire oven. Anyone desiring a quality thin crust pizza will not go wrong at Neva’s Place, with three branches: Puerto Princesa (Palawan), Dumaguete and Valencia (pictured above).

This day of relaxation was interrupted, briefly, by a power outage, which made our return from Buglasan quite interesting. The lights came back on, about ten minutes after I arrived back at the Shahidis’ home.