Sunday off-peak season traffic (also when people stay at home or opt to leave their cars at home or take a day off from driving preferring to walk about) in downtown Baguio. This is the Baguio that my and earlier generations grew up in. One feels the immediate effect of such on the payche- one feels happier, lighter, peaceful. Also, as the air is immediately cleaner, lungs take a rest from having to work doubletime in order to purify what we breathe in. For today’s City residents, old (lest they’ve forgotten) as well as new, this is the image of a car-less or less-car Session Road. We don’t need to debate what ‘car-less’ or ‘less car’ looks like. What is needed is a plan to actually make the downtown walkable. We have to understand though that ‘walkable’ also means developing the suburbs (and LISTT towns) as a strategy to direct traffic as well as people outside of downtown Baguio (congestion in downtown Baguio has gone the way similar to that of Metro Manila wherein image-building and investments hence development were concentrated in the Metropolitan). And we don’t have to look very far for a plan- there are lots of masteral studies on this in the universities (here). And we don’t have to look very far for a plan- there are lots of masteral studies on this in the universities (here) that students (professionals) invested their knowledge, time, and money in. What City Hall needs to do is to talk and sustain a relationship with the universities.
These days, particularly early mornings, McDonald’s in Baguio City are full and it’s not because of it’s burgers or chicken, but rather for it’s brewed coffee, breakfast meals, and free reading of the day’s paper. And it’s thanks to the City’s senior citizens. The fastfood outlet, where the fresh coffee (PhP25 for small, PhP35 for medium) and breakfast are priced within their budget (less the 20% mandatory discount) which is primarily from pension allowance, is now this demographic’s new watering hole in the wake of the closures of their old meeting places i.e. Star Cafe and Dainty Restaurant. Also, because senior citizens have reached that age when they’re past agonizing over people’s reactions to what they say, their straightforward feedback on the outlets’ products and services keep the crew always on their toes. For instance, there was this old lady at the counter who made very specific order for her coffee. She told the cashier, I want it fresh d’you hear? Put fresh beans into your machine, OK? The crew are working college students, and when their grandparents tell them something straight to their faces they just do. Besides there’s no argument against expert palates that have tasted coffee for 60 years or so.
It’s flower festival – Panagbenga – month again. With it is the anticipated closure of Session Road to accommodate the usual stalls– what different food is on sale this year? Accordingly, the theme is Across 20 Years of Blossoming Together. If I’m to interpret ‘blossoming together’ it would mean harmony of people + nature / human habitat + natural habitat– is this evident in the City? Also, this year’s celebration will involve the other municipalities within BLISTT. It has taken some time to do this but then never is far worse.
Chanced upon the exhibits of the International Plastic Modelers Society of the Philippines (IPMS) at SM Baguio. On display are model ‘copters, jets, tanks, robots, cars, and guns. My fave, which is to say, where I spent the longest, are the aircraft.
One can also view the modelers put it all together. The exhibit runs from February 2 to 7.
I used to go for massages and such at a spa in Baguio. On such a day, I overheard a man asking if the center offers sauna service. The lady at the front desk replied that she’s sorry their one and only sauna was out … Continue reading Happy in the City
One reason why I’m at heart a country gal, or rather a mountain gal as my kin from the lowlands say is the more accurate term is that the countryside – this mountain city – still has green places and and wild flowers. These days because of the increasing number of people awakening to alternative lifestyles we’re urged to pause from our busyness and just go smell the flowers, but what if we do are there flowers still to smell?
There’s still the Bottlebrush tree at my parents’ place– how old is it now? The tree or should I say it’s flowers emit a subtle woody fragrance that the wind carries into the house. I can easily identify the fragrance from among the competing smells inside.
There’s also the huge and equally old Eucalyptus tree in the backyard. We pick it’s leaves to mint up our bathwater on very cold days and for a period after giving birth as well. Old folks believe that such natural treatments help restore strength to the body after what it’s gone through– nine months of pregnancy and the shock of child birth. I didn’t mind about the belief because all I cared about was the hot minted baths were really good.
The Dama de Noche at the side of the house (also on the street at my own place) imprint the night air with their heady sweet perfume. If not for fear of being bitten by deadly mosquitoes, I would stand outside for hours inhaling the fragrance. I’ve always wondered at how such tiny flowers could own the night space. Just imagine if neighborhoods across the country cultivate this native plant. Tourists would leave the country with their heads fogged up in it’s sweetness, a natural high they look forward to return to again and again!
And then the wild flowers. There’s plenty of these depending on the season. I went out and snipped these from near my place just this week.
Just one thing about having foliage around the house is that the scents attract black ants although for my own peace of mind I’ve already accepted the presence of these creatures (well, as long as they don’t come in battalions because then it’d be w-a-r). Ants have their own distinct smell too I noticed. It helps that I’m now more aware of the concepts in Biology pertaining to ecosystem balance. Take cockroaches and spiders as another example. One explanation as to the increase in cockroaches is there’s a decrease in the population of spiders which are natural predators of cockroaches. Anyway. But what I can’t tolerate near me though are red ants although I have observed that they proliferate only in certain environments. Flowers and such are not among these thank goodness.
It had been my argument in my past employment that native women in the Cordillera started out as equal to the men — it was the norm. Until modern ways came their way when everyone started to question their own ways — if it was the “acceptable” way. This needs more research though.
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The wizened Ibaloi women are still there. If this generation of Filipino tourists would like to know first hand the oral history of the natives of Benguet, they can learn it if only for a few minutes from these old folks. The younger natives, the … Continue reading Baguio in images
I headed out to Baguio City Market – nicer and cleaner today – to buy two of my needs. Flowers. Coffee. When I’m up to my neck meeting clients’ deadlines and issues like poverty wearies the brain, I need diversion. Looking at something pretty and alive relaxes. I picked up these lovely fresh asters from my usual hunting ground in a hidden corner of the market at PHP25 per bundle. The sellers tells me the whites cost more but I don’t want whites at the moment. I need vibrant.
Next stop – freshly ground beans at Garcia’s Coffee. It’s the go-to of locals, for beans. I bought a quarter of a kilo of Benguet Coffee at PHP50. I thank the lady – she’s been there as long as I can remember and she hasn’t grown a wrinkle! I shake my head but not because she hasn’t aged but because of the contradiction – I can’t buy a premium cup of coffee brewed at top brands at PHP50 yet I have a bag of premium local bean that should last me a month or so!
I hope and selfishly at that for this City not to ever change this side of itself.