This morning was spent on a long bike ride and the afternoon in bed. Glad I had some leftover unposted photos from previous walks or I would have been a zombie by now. There really should be 2 Sundays in a week.
“bagul” or coconut charcoal, headed for the public market.
Weekends are for those who can afford them while the rest has to keep up.
Hard boiled eggs and fried hard boiled eggs, take your pick. It’s faster than fast food.
This is where the sole searching ends.
I hope you all had a great weekend.
Sunday morning is decidedly my best time to go out for a photo walk. There is no work, no rush, no appointments. It is my alone time although technically I’m meeting new people every time I head out with my camera.
Today is another visit to Anibong. This place holds a lot of memories of the people I’ve met. As I passed through a narrow passageway, I remembered having taken a photo of a boy who had albino rats as pets and I wondered where he is now and if he’s alright. I hope he is, and his family as well.
The morning chore of gathering water from the artesian well because there is no tap water in this area.
Signs of an early summer: kites.
From the sky up above…
..to the water down below…
The key to happiness is to have simple pleasures.
A fire broke out at the stroke of midnight on New Year’s Eve. Around 70 homes burned down and more than 80 families were affected. This is not the way to start the year.
The only consolation was there being no casualties.
There are things one cannot bring out of a burning house, and some were left with only the clothes they were wearing.
Being battle scarred veterans of disasters, people here painfully understand what it is like to be left with nothing. Mobilizing resources has become an immediate response to situations like these.
Above is the Tzu Chi Buddhist Foundation – Tacloban Chapter unloading clothing, hygiene kits and blankets for the victims of the fire. Aside from them, many other non-government organizations have also come to aid those who were affected.
Relief goods distribution always starts with a solemn prayer.
Tickets are distributed in advance to intended recipients of the relief goods. This simplifies many things associated with the distribution.
A mother and daughter having a special bonding moment while waiting their turn.
Sometimes it is not easy to be on the receiving end. It is awkward for some, especially for those who have always been independent and self reliant. This is the reason why the handing over of these blankets have to be done formally, to give the recipient a sense of dignity.
Followed by a hug, to show compassion. It goes without saying that empathy goes with it.
And a sack of rice for each family.
Spotted among the watching crowd….
That was last week. Today, another distribution by the One Way Bike Club.
This time it is lumber and roofing materials.
A big thanks to generous individuals who made this possible.
I count myself lucky to be in the same club with these decent people.
In the next few days, everyone in this community will be sleeping under a roof.
A local resident.
Bayanihan is and will always be a part of the Filipino culture. It is the spirit of volunteerism among community members to help one another.
What was left of the house and the motorcycle.
The fresh catch for lunch, prepared on a slab of lumber laid on the ground.
This was the kitchen, the bedroom, and the living room.
Better days are coming, and hoping for more donors to help get these people back on their feet.
The fire car wasn’t able to save the day.
The neighborhood convenience store.
Sunday morning bath and play.
Another civic organization, the Junior Jaycees, gives the children a much needed stress debriefing.
The sleepy Spiderman.
It is very heartwarming to see that more and more people are stepping up to help those who are in need.
Nobody is singing in the rain… not yet…
For the rest of us, life goes on.
A taho (tofu) vendor gets off a jitney to start his rounds in the neighborhood.
I just discovered the word “jitney” from a novel I was reading. All the while I thought “jeepney” was a word made up from scratch.
I haven’t seen anyone playing jackstones for a long, long time.
To cap off this post, some photos that haven’t been published….
Sunset at the San Juanico Strait
The stormy sea on Pope Francis’ visit to Tacloban.
Cancabato Bay, January 25, 2015
The old Olino Building at the corner of Tarcela Street and Rizal Avenue.
This is the 36th and last post for 2015. Here’s hoping 2016 will be a better year for everybody. Happy New Year, everyone, and thank you for dropping by. See you next year!
Christmas is once again around the corner and what better time to take out the old toys to be given to children who will be very happy to have something new to play with.
This is the first time I’ve joined the One Way Bike Club in their annual Christmas project since I’ve been inducted to the club last year, but it is not my first Christmas giving activity, and definitely not the last.
Toys, both old and new, contributed by club members and also from Worlds Apart -One Heart, a US-based non-profit charity organization headed by my very good friend Rose Hankins.
Aside from the giving, there is also feeding. Club members spare time from their busy schedules to personally prepare the food for the school children.
Classes go on while everybody is busy outside. Today’s subject is Reading.
There’s a saying about having too many chefs but this is an exception.
Gift picking time. The children line up and choose whichever toy they want from the lot. There were lots of happy faces that day.
It has to be the red fire truck.
An avid biker will always be an avid biker. Our club secretary on the left and the club president on the right.
And the red jeep goes to……
These kids will outgrow their toys, but not today, not this Christmas.
The little drummer boy.
And they have prepared a carol for us. Thank you!
He is an ophthalmologist.
A school project – Christmas lantern from recycled materials.
The main event – feeding 250+ children and teachers.
Serving beverages to minors..
Brunch is served!
I think they liked the food. I did too.
I didn’t know that joining this bike club wasn’t only about the biking, and for sure I’ll be in this for the long ride.
Somehow this scene very closely relates to my current situation, except for the time of day…. missing the morning bike rides because of staying up too late. And my photography is hibernating.
I made my rounds at the public market and it looked very much like any other Sunday.
The usual crowd was there; the men selling their fighting cocks, and the vices they share.
The aggressive display of feathers in a game of intimidation that usually ends in a bloody mess after all bets are in at the cockpit.
At the other side is the vegetable section. A little man takes over a grown up man’s responsibility.
While another watches over the brooms that they may not fly away on their own.
The barber snips away, unmindful of busy Sunday traffic outside his window.
The brake repairman strips away the old linings, preparing them for bonding the next day.
It was a normal Sunday like any other…. Almost..
Exactly 2 years ago, hell and high water were loosed upon us. She had a name – Yolanda.
Most of us have managed to pick up our lives and move on, either out of necessity, or because there is no other choice. For whatever reason, life goes on. And tonight, as we pray for those who have gone, we also celebrate life and look forward to better things to come.
This year, grand preparations were made for this commemoration. Activities for the whole day and VIP guests gave the news media a field day with so many events to cover. Two monuments were unveiled, and a huge gathering of people came to attend the many ceremonies left and right. Candles were lit along the streets from Anibong to Tanauan, all in commemoration of the families, friends, partners and lovers whom we never had the chance to say goodbye to.
While the mainstream press and photographers were busy training their focus on the VIPs, I decided to visit Fisherman’s Village on this night. This place is one of the hardest hit areas; on one side is the bay and on the other side, the sea. It has seen better days and surprising myself as of this writing, it is my 3rd visit. (Timex and Timex Revisited.)
The bay is very calm and the night is cool. Across, the city lights stand out. The view is just breathtaking.
Candles for the dearly departed by the front door.
This is what remains of the neighborhood.
One small candle and a simple prayer before going back to the daily grind.
Near the airport and away from the limelight. This does not make the candle lighting any less solemn. On the contrary, one can easily be lost in fond remembrance of happier times.
They may be at play, but they know the reason for these candles. They have probably gone through what I can only dare to imagine.
For the departed and for hope.
We will never forget. Thank you world, for being with us during our darkest hour.
The Tzu Chi medical mission came to Tacloban City last October 22, 2015. Comprised of doctors from various fields of expertise, nurses, practitioners of traditional medicine and volunteers from Singapore, Manila and Tacloban, a total of over 5,000 patients were given medical attention in a span of 2-1/2 days.
A planeload of doctors, nurses and staff, all volunteers.
the one-man news crew
the waiting area
words of wisdom
the empty makeshift dental clinic one day before the mission..
prescription glasses for the patients
fuel for the long hours
prepping for the operating room
the pediatric clinic
Acupuncture was a very misunderstood science to many of the locals until they went home without the pain and the numbness.
A surgeon takes a break after many hours at the operating table.
Break time while patients are either being prepped or getting their final stitching.
The crowd outside.
All smiles to start the day right.
The fellowship night, starting with a solemn prayer.
A presentation by the Singaporean Tzu Chi medical team.
And these are the men and women of Tacloban City who worked very hard to make this mission go as smoothly as possible. A big thanks to all the volunteers who contributed to the success of this event.
2 weeks have passed since the medical mission ended, and that says a lot about how liberal I have been in taking timeouts.
While most of us are getting ready to hit the sack, there are still some people who are a long way from calling it a day.
The volume of unfinished athletic uniforms for the upcoming meet has the sewer going faster than a sprinter in a full marathon.
The glazier grinds off the sharp edges of the jalousie window glass at a rhythmic pace to make for an early morning delivery.
Meanwhile, the rest of the neighborhood sits quietly by the sidewalk, enjoying a late night movie on cable tv. It’s a peaceful night.
I am already on overtime and need to hit the sack for my early morning bike ride. Goodnight!