This has been a hectic week, but a good week. I have finished with the orientation process for my new employment, and I will be working at several locations over the next few weeks for some hands-on training. While none of this does anything towards getting me back to the Philippines, it does take care of my own family's needs . . . which is important unto itself.
The good news is that I've received some donations towards funding school supplies for the church in Sierra Bullones, I have made a personal donation to the church in Panaytayon, and I have some friends who are trying to get together some funds to support a vacation Bible school at the church in Carmen. While there is certainly a lot more fund raising that needs to happen, all of these are a good start towards the goals of increasing school attendance and completion, and reducing the likelihood of continuing poverty for the children of the churches involved.
I took an opportunity in the midst of my final day of orientation to talk about the needs there in the Philippines -- a couple of my coworkers are also Christians, so that makes for a receptive audience. I don't know what might come from it, but I do hope I have additional chances to speak with some of these people and maybe . . . maybe . . . generate some additional support for Filipino school children.
I'm also looking forward to seeing some photos of Easter Sunday celebrations at the churches there on Bohol, as well as other locations throughout the Philippines. One thing that does happen in the Philippines which I am not so excited about are the extreme re-enactments of the crucifixion story . . . including people actually being nailed to a cross. While our Lord's death on the cross, and his dying for our sins, is important, His resurrection is of the greatest significance. I would rather see a some empty tombs symbolizing his raising from the grave then seeing real people suffering with nails through their hands and feet. Now I doubt that I will see anything like that from our Christian churches there in the Philippines. I am just hoping to see some wonderful celebrations and perhaps a few more decisions for Christ, followed by some baptisms and joyous singing.
The Mission
I've been so touched by the people of the Philippines -- I will be traveling to the Philippines many times over the next several years, helping with special needs children, helping Christian schools with curriculum and staff development, and even getting some new schools started. Along the way I will be helping local churches by providing school supplies for the children, as well as Bibles and other needs of the church. Join me as I help spread the Good News of Jesus Christ while helping to educate many of the "throw-away" kids of Bohol and the Central Visayan islands of the Philippines.
Friday, March 30, 2012
Friday, March 23, 2012
Books, Books, Books
When I visited the Icthus Christian Academy in Bohol, the staff showed me their library . . . if I recall correctly, it consisted of one book case that was 70 percent full. That's not a library, at least not for a school. So I made a mental note of the situation with the idea that I might be able to do something about it for them. I had considered asking my pastor if I could put a collection box in the church foyer . . . but then I found another solution.
I began a new job this week. I will become the manager of a Goodwill store here in the Albuquerque area. Among the many donations they receive each day is an amazingly large quantity of books. Although they sell many of the books, many more are sent to a clearance center for quick sale. While many of the books would not be appropriate for a Christian school, there are many that would be of great value in their library.
All it will take is a few volunteers to visit the clearance center each week to sort through the many titles that are processed each day. (As a manager, I am not allowed to shop in the clearance center, so someone else must do it for me.) Anyway . . . the books can then be placed in a balakbayan box and then shipped to the Philippines. The cost for a jumbo (six cubic feet) box is $105 . . . rather inexpensive for a hundred pounds of books or more.
hint: If anyone is interested in paying for a shipment of books, please let me know.
I began a new job this week. I will become the manager of a Goodwill store here in the Albuquerque area. Among the many donations they receive each day is an amazingly large quantity of books. Although they sell many of the books, many more are sent to a clearance center for quick sale. While many of the books would not be appropriate for a Christian school, there are many that would be of great value in their library.
All it will take is a few volunteers to visit the clearance center each week to sort through the many titles that are processed each day. (As a manager, I am not allowed to shop in the clearance center, so someone else must do it for me.) Anyway . . . the books can then be placed in a balakbayan box and then shipped to the Philippines. The cost for a jumbo (six cubic feet) box is $105 . . . rather inexpensive for a hundred pounds of books or more.
hint: If anyone is interested in paying for a shipment of books, please let me know.
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Communities That Care
I'm not sure about the title of this article - maybe it should read "Communities Who Care" . . . the reality is that communities are not things, they are people. I had a wonderful day yesterday, talking with some people in the community here who are excited to do what they can to help the children in the Philippines.
In particular, I'd like to tell you about Phyllis and Marc, owners of the Idalia Road Marketplace. The "market" is a small but growing group of wonderful, creative and caring people who make and sell a variety of quality products. One of the desires of the market is to be supportive of people within the community, as well as throughout the world. I spent many of my Saturdays last summer there at the market, selling some of the things I make in my wood shop -- board games, small scale looms, drop spindles and so on. Anyway, I also play around with screen printing, and offered to make some canvas bags with the Idalia Road Market logo. I met with Phyllis yesterday to discuss the project -- bag style, colors, sizes and such.
During our discussion, I told her about my experiences in the Philippines and my desire to help the school children with supplies and books for the Icthus Christian Academy library. She immediately volunteered to allow me to have a collection point there at the market for books, supplies and donations. She said that the market is truly about community . . . not only the local community, but the global community. She was even more pleased to be involved since it was some one from the local area (me) who was involved. I have to admit, I am very excited about the prospect of having multiple collection points within the Albuquerque and Rio Rancho communities. All I need to do is create a display for each collection point, with pictures and some explanations.
So what started out as an opportunity for me to sell a couple hundred market bags turned into a wonderful opportunity to continue my efforts to support the children of Bohol with educational supplies and books. I am so very grateful for the giving nature of people here in the Albuquerque area.
In particular, I'd like to tell you about Phyllis and Marc, owners of the Idalia Road Marketplace. The "market" is a small but growing group of wonderful, creative and caring people who make and sell a variety of quality products. One of the desires of the market is to be supportive of people within the community, as well as throughout the world. I spent many of my Saturdays last summer there at the market, selling some of the things I make in my wood shop -- board games, small scale looms, drop spindles and so on. Anyway, I also play around with screen printing, and offered to make some canvas bags with the Idalia Road Market logo. I met with Phyllis yesterday to discuss the project -- bag style, colors, sizes and such.
Marc and Phyllis of Idalia Road Marketplace |
So what started out as an opportunity for me to sell a couple hundred market bags turned into a wonderful opportunity to continue my efforts to support the children of Bohol with educational supplies and books. I am so very grateful for the giving nature of people here in the Albuquerque area.
Monday, March 19, 2012
Thoughts on Fund Raising
I have always had the idea in my head that the topic of "money" should never be preached from the pulpit. Yet, there are times when it is necessary to do so. When there are periods of significant need, true emergencies, and so on, I think that it is appropriate to stand in front of the congregation and talk about financial realities. As a "part-time" missionary (that's how I'm defining myself at the moment), I have realized that I too must start discussing the reality that I need some financial backing in order to accomplish the things that the Lord has laid before me. Now I have to tell you . . . I'm not comfortable doing this. It isn't something that comes naturally -- I'm not a salesman nor a persuasive speaker. But I've started nonetheless.
I have finished reading Quitter by Jon Acuff (yes, he is related to the country music singer of the same last name) but refer back to it frequently. One of the comments he makes about being passionate about something is the need to be assertive about the object of your passion. You have to talk about it -- go out and "shake the bushes". I guess that's where I am now.
I've approached a few people already, asking for some simple support for some easy projects. The immediate feedback was generally supportive, although I haven't received any definite "yes, we will support this" type of comments. I did receive some "let me see what I can do" responses, which is encouraging. And I had a couple of people who didn't respond at all. That's okay -- I don't expect that everyone will jump on board with my interest and conviction to help needy people in the Philippines.
As I said, I'm keeping the projects small for now. I have some "big" ideas waiting in the wings for the right opportunity, but I think I should test the waters and practice my "pitch" with the smaller projects. Two of the churches are in need of financial support for their vacation Bible school programs. I wish they had said something sooner, as their summer schedule starts long before ours does here in the US. With the amount of time it takes to send a check through the mail, it will be cutting it really close. But if the Lord wants it to happen, it will happen . . . something about "just-in-time" answers to prayer. Be patient. Have faith.
I'm going to approach my pastor this week (probably today, as a matter of fact) about getting a book box set up in the foyer of the church. The Icthus Christian Academy is really in need of books for a library. I'd like to have five minutes in front of the congregation this Sunday to ask for book donations -- anything that would be appropriate for a Christian school that has kindergarten through high school. Now if you've ever sent books across country, you'll know that it can be expensive. One of the nice things about working with the Philippines is the availability of a "balikbayan" box. Essentially, there is some arrangement with the Philippines that allows large boxes to be sent via container to anywhere in the Philippines for a very reasonable price. Weight of the items doesn't matter, just so long as the contents are legal and so on. For $105, I can send a 6 cubic-foot box, with pick-up at the church office and delivery to the school's doorstep. Hopefully, I can fill a couple of these. A few boxes of books will not a library make, but each little bit will help.
Anyway, that's the plan for now. I was going to write today about the difference between American "stuff" and Filipino "stuff", but I think that will wait until tomorrow. Until then, your assignment is to define "minimalist" . . . then we'll talk about it and "stuff".
P.S.
If anyone has some ideas on employers who would allow me to take off from work a couple of months at a time to go minister in the Philippines, let me know. There's got to be some business out there who can accommodate my schedule.
I have finished reading Quitter by Jon Acuff (yes, he is related to the country music singer of the same last name) but refer back to it frequently. One of the comments he makes about being passionate about something is the need to be assertive about the object of your passion. You have to talk about it -- go out and "shake the bushes". I guess that's where I am now.
Novelinda leading the kids in singing at Sierra Bullones church |
As I said, I'm keeping the projects small for now. I have some "big" ideas waiting in the wings for the right opportunity, but I think I should test the waters and practice my "pitch" with the smaller projects. Two of the churches are in need of financial support for their vacation Bible school programs. I wish they had said something sooner, as their summer schedule starts long before ours does here in the US. With the amount of time it takes to send a check through the mail, it will be cutting it really close. But if the Lord wants it to happen, it will happen . . . something about "just-in-time" answers to prayer. Be patient. Have faith.
Balikbayan Box |
Anyway, that's the plan for now. I was going to write today about the difference between American "stuff" and Filipino "stuff", but I think that will wait until tomorrow. Until then, your assignment is to define "minimalist" . . . then we'll talk about it and "stuff".
P.S.
If anyone has some ideas on employers who would allow me to take off from work a couple of months at a time to go minister in the Philippines, let me know. There's got to be some business out there who can accommodate my schedule.
Saturday, March 17, 2012
Seeking Wisdom
I went to breakfast at the church this morning. There were about 20 men there. Some arrived as early as 5:30 in the morning to start preparing our meal. Others wandered in a little after 7:00. The food was good. The fellowship was enjoyable. The prayer time was significant.
I've realized something over the past few weeks. I have the wisdom for some things, but not for others. For instance, I feel very confident to work with the Icthus Christian Academy helping them to modify their instruction for special needs children. I also am very comfortable with working the teachers and administration in developing basic screening procedures to identify students with learning disabilities and so on. I feel confident to work with the teachers about examining different learning styles, spiritual gifts and more. There may be other things they would like to work on that I don't know about yet. Still, I think I can do this all within a four to five month period, with two of those months working directly with the school there in Ubay.
What I don't have the wisdom for is determining how to get the funds together to take care of my family's needs while I am preparing to go and while I am gone, for the travel to and from, and to cover expenses while I am there. Some where in the midst of all of this, I'm supposed to be finding a job. Trust me . . . it's difficult enough to find work with the economy as it is. It is even more difficult to find an employer who will allow me to take off for 8 to 10 weeks so that I can do my "missionary thing".
So as the men this morning were sharing prayer needs, I offered mine much like I've written it above. There was some serious prayers for health issues and for jobs, for raising children, and to be strong men of God. I need to gather some of these men around me . . . I think they may have the wisdom I am lacking. By working together, I am hoping that my prayers will be answered, so that I can return to the Philippines to provide for the needs of students and teachers alike. Please keep me in your prayers.
Widsom: understanding what to do with knowledge |
What I don't have the wisdom for is determining how to get the funds together to take care of my family's needs while I am preparing to go and while I am gone, for the travel to and from, and to cover expenses while I am there. Some where in the midst of all of this, I'm supposed to be finding a job. Trust me . . . it's difficult enough to find work with the economy as it is. It is even more difficult to find an employer who will allow me to take off for 8 to 10 weeks so that I can do my "missionary thing".
Icthus Christian Academy - ongoing construction |
So as the men this morning were sharing prayer needs, I offered mine much like I've written it above. There was some serious prayers for health issues and for jobs, for raising children, and to be strong men of God. I need to gather some of these men around me . . . I think they may have the wisdom I am lacking. By working together, I am hoping that my prayers will be answered, so that I can return to the Philippines to provide for the needs of students and teachers alike. Please keep me in your prayers.
Friday, March 16, 2012
One Reason To Go Back To The Philippines - Seaweed!
Yes . . . this is seaweed |
Preparing seaweed in a simple Filipino kitchen |
This is one of those cultural things that I think many Filipinos might take for granted . . . it's just something they have always had and enjoyed. And of course, it's relatively easy to harvest. I don't know the recipe for preparing it, but I think it's just heated to a boil . . . kinda like pasta? It's texture makes me think that it could have been pickled, but I don't think that's really the case. I will have to get Rachel to send me the recipe. I will post it here once I have it.
Anyway . . . just one of many "culture" articles to come. Hope you enjoy.
Thursday, March 15, 2012
So If You Could Help . . .
I know in my last article I talked about trying to understand the culture of the Philippines. It's really a challenge having only spent two weeks there -- two weeks does not an expert make. I've only scratched the surface. We take for granted so many things here in the US: having transportation to and from work, having a job in the first place, having a choice of food for the dinner table . . . the list goes on. Now, I know there are some who will say, "but we have poor and needy people right here in America who need help." And they would be right. But there are also many organizations already in existence here to help those people. If the Filipino community only had even half of the social services we have here! But they don't.
I'd like to throw out a challenge to those who read this: If you could do something to help a needy person in the Philippines, what would you be willing to do? I know my focus has been on helping school-aged children with supplies for school. But the schools need help also. The principal of Jose Boja Elementary showed me his five year plan. On the list are some pieces of equipment that he would dearly love to have . . . a couple of microscopes. Perhaps someone would like to offer to help with that? There is the young lady confined to a wheelchair . . . she could benefit from having some vocational training. Would you be willing to support her financially? There is the Christian school in Ubay. They need all sorts of help. Some financial support would be nice . . . books for the library . . . some good old fashion prayer would be nice also. I have a friend who is working with a campus ministry program . . perhaps you could help a college student with some books or materials? There are churches who need Bibles and Sunday school material.
When you're at the grocery store today, take a look at the purchases that you make. Realize that every five dollars you spend would support a Filipino elementary student for several months. The frustrating part about the school situation there is that the cost of fixing the problem is relatively small. We take for granted that our tax system will provide for our community's educational needs. We can even afford to go out and spend 2 million dollars on a new high school football stadium. The Icthus Christian Academy could do miracles with only a tenth of that -- including changing the lives of hundreds of students.
So what are you willing to do to help? Give it some thought. Give it some prayer. I know times are rough, but times here in the US are still amazingly wonderful compared to life in the Philippines.
I'd like to throw out a challenge to those who read this: If you could do something to help a needy person in the Philippines, what would you be willing to do? I know my focus has been on helping school-aged children with supplies for school. But the schools need help also. The principal of Jose Boja Elementary showed me his five year plan. On the list are some pieces of equipment that he would dearly love to have . . . a couple of microscopes. Perhaps someone would like to offer to help with that? There is the young lady confined to a wheelchair . . . she could benefit from having some vocational training. Would you be willing to support her financially? There is the Christian school in Ubay. They need all sorts of help. Some financial support would be nice . . . books for the library . . . some good old fashion prayer would be nice also. I have a friend who is working with a campus ministry program . . perhaps you could help a college student with some books or materials? There are churches who need Bibles and Sunday school material.
When you're at the grocery store today, take a look at the purchases that you make. Realize that every five dollars you spend would support a Filipino elementary student for several months. The frustrating part about the school situation there is that the cost of fixing the problem is relatively small. We take for granted that our tax system will provide for our community's educational needs. We can even afford to go out and spend 2 million dollars on a new high school football stadium. The Icthus Christian Academy could do miracles with only a tenth of that -- including changing the lives of hundreds of students.
So what are you willing to do to help? Give it some thought. Give it some prayer. I know times are rough, but times here in the US are still amazingly wonderful compared to life in the Philippines.
Saturday, March 10, 2012
A Few Thoughts on Culture
I really have missed writing a daily article for this blog . . . seems like it's been forever, whereas it's really only been a couple of days. I took some temporary work for a few days, which is a good thing. The "down-side" is that the work is over night, starting at 9:00 pm and going to 6:00 am . . . a shift that I've never liked. Trying to sleep during the day and working during the night has been a difficult transition -- especially after just recovering from the jet-lag from my Philippines trip.
As I'm laying in bed this morning, trying to sleep when my body is screaming "get up", I begin thinking about the Philippines and how I would try to describe its culture. If I was talking to someone who was completely unfamiliar with the Philippines, what things could I describe that would capture the essence of the Filipino culture?
I was a little disappointed with my undergraduate studies in sociology. I really thought we would talk more about different people groups and culture and all of that. We didn't. We talked more about all of the social ills that "pepper" our society. Maybe those are a part of the world's culture, but that wasn't what I had in mind. What I did learn about culture happened when I was in the US Air Force. I received orders for RAF Alconbury, a British base in Cambridgeshire, England. Upon my arrival in the UK, I met with Bill Young, the man I was replacing. He had finished his three-year assignment and was preparing to "rotate" back to the States. For him, it was a bitter-sweet event. He was married to a British woman. He had earned his masters degree at one of the colleges of Cambridge. His heart was in England.
Bill loved to visit Cambridge. As part of my orientation to life in the UK, he took me to one of his favorite pubs there in that ancient city. While we were walking from the "car park" to the pub, I mentioned that it was rather sad to be an American. He said, "Why do you say that?" My response was, that in the US, we don't have any culture. In the UK, just look around you and you can see the culture of the place: thatched roof cottages, quaint little shops along the town road (ones that have been there for hundreds of years), and college students wearing their college "costume" riding their bicycles everywhere. It was so obvious! But in America . . . there was nothing so unique or "cultural".
Bill disagreed. He said that America was full of culture. I wasn't seeing it because I was too accustomed to those things that represent American culture. He defined culture as "those things that you take for granted." As I reflected upon his definition, I realized that he was right. McDonald's fast food, Pizza Hut deliveries, and driving a car anywhere you need to go are all aspects of the American culture. We have stores that stock anything and everything imaginable. The way we drive . . . the way we don't drive . . . are all part of our culture.
So I had learned an important lesson on how to describe the culture of a place: to look at those things whom the inhabitants take for granted. I wish I could take credit for the definition. Oh well.
Tomorrow (or the next time, whenever that is) I will try to put together a picture of what I think Filipino culture is like . . . an attempt at going inside the Filipino mind-set and determining which things they take for granted the most. My goal is to include a discussion of Filipino culture in my presentations about my experience in the Philippines. But not today . . . sorry, I'm going back to bed.
As I'm laying in bed this morning, trying to sleep when my body is screaming "get up", I begin thinking about the Philippines and how I would try to describe its culture. If I was talking to someone who was completely unfamiliar with the Philippines, what things could I describe that would capture the essence of the Filipino culture?
I was a little disappointed with my undergraduate studies in sociology. I really thought we would talk more about different people groups and culture and all of that. We didn't. We talked more about all of the social ills that "pepper" our society. Maybe those are a part of the world's culture, but that wasn't what I had in mind. What I did learn about culture happened when I was in the US Air Force. I received orders for RAF Alconbury, a British base in Cambridgeshire, England. Upon my arrival in the UK, I met with Bill Young, the man I was replacing. He had finished his three-year assignment and was preparing to "rotate" back to the States. For him, it was a bitter-sweet event. He was married to a British woman. He had earned his masters degree at one of the colleges of Cambridge. His heart was in England.
Bill loved to visit Cambridge. As part of my orientation to life in the UK, he took me to one of his favorite pubs there in that ancient city. While we were walking from the "car park" to the pub, I mentioned that it was rather sad to be an American. He said, "Why do you say that?" My response was, that in the US, we don't have any culture. In the UK, just look around you and you can see the culture of the place: thatched roof cottages, quaint little shops along the town road (ones that have been there for hundreds of years), and college students wearing their college "costume" riding their bicycles everywhere. It was so obvious! But in America . . . there was nothing so unique or "cultural".
Green street in Cambridge |
So I had learned an important lesson on how to describe the culture of a place: to look at those things whom the inhabitants take for granted. I wish I could take credit for the definition. Oh well.
Tomorrow (or the next time, whenever that is) I will try to put together a picture of what I think Filipino culture is like . . . an attempt at going inside the Filipino mind-set and determining which things they take for granted the most. My goal is to include a discussion of Filipino culture in my presentations about my experience in the Philippines. But not today . . . sorry, I'm going back to bed.
Thursday, March 8, 2012
Missing in Action
Scott overloading Jul's motorcycle |
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Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Some Thoughts on School
(Disclaimer: This article is filled with my personal opinions and based largely on some very short visits to places in Bohol. I may be way off base with some of my observations. If you read this and disagree, please, please provide your opinion and insights . . . I am willing to stand corrected if my somewhat stereotypical ideas are inaccurate or misleading.)
Although I was able to spend a few hours in a Filipino school, it was hardly enough time to gain much insight into the culture of the schools there. I did get a first impression, so what I can do is provide some comparisons between what I know of American schools versus my initial experiences at the schools in Bohol.
Jose Boja Elementary serves the Panaytayon barangay of Tubigon, Bohol. (A barangay is defined as an administrative neighborhood or village within a city or town.) Panaytayon is where you will find the poorest among the poor in Tubigon and much of Bohol. These are the same children with whom I visited at the squatter settlement on the edge of the Cebu Strait between Bohol and Cebu -- a place where every high tide threatens the foundations of the homes -- one of the first places to flood if threatened by a storm or typhoon. Many of these children are lucky to have one meal a day, that usually consisting of rice and maybe fish or some vegetable. Don't look for these kids to be playing with any cool toys or electronic games. Nor will they be sporting the latest fashions sold at the malls and department stores. These kids just exist, one day to the next.
In the States, a community like this would generally be referred to as a ghetto. The word "ghetto" immediately conjures up images of gangs and violent crimes, graffiti, littered streets, and dilapidated buildings. About the only similarity I noticed would be the last one . . . the buildings that these kids live in are rather sad looking bamboo shacks with corrugated metal roofs, built on "stilts" to keep the floors above the tidal waters. It's possible that this would not be a good place to take a stroll late at night, especially if you're a foreigner and obviously out of place. (All foreigners are rich, regardless of what the foreigner might think.) But that would be the case in any poverty-stricken place.
Now let me clarify here that not all of the Panaytayon bagangay is a squatter settlement. There are some very nice homes and businesses locate there as well. Not everyone is destitute. The school is located a short distance from the squatter settlement, with a large rice field running the length of the school on the opposite side of the road. Unlike the American ghetto, this neighborhood is more rural than urban. Pastor Jul's church also serves this community, so I had the opportunity to meet many of the adults who live there as well.
I hope this paints a picture (perhaps distorted by my lack of experience there) of the environment the Jose Boja Elementary school operates within. What stands out to me first and foremost is that, unlike an American inner-city school, the kids who attend this school seem happy, content, and well-adjusted. I don't think they have some sort of fatalistic attitude -- they just seem to accept that this is the way things are -- end of subject. If they want things to be different, they seem to understand that getting an education is the way to effect change. In the American schools, there would be a significant amount of anger and bitterness, as well as a strong sense of entitlement; the students feel that they should be given a better life, without having to work for it, and they are angry and frustrated when they don't get it.
Unlike many of the American kids, these children are happy to be students; they enjoy school, and they want to be in school. In my own teaching experience in downtown Albuquerque, I felt that, if allowed, many of the students would prefer to be anywhere else then at school. Those who do want to be at school, aren't there to learn anything . . . they have other things in mind.
Now that I have totally disparaged the American student, I should back up a little and say that not all of them are disgruntled and angry. I have surely met some who I would be honored to teach any day, any time, any where. I just wish there were more of them.
When I entered Ms. Maribel's fourth grade classroom, I was immediately greeted by a room full of smiling faces and a well rehearsed, chorused welcome. "Good morning . . . (I wish I could remember the whole statement)". At any rate, it was a very "honoring" moment. The students obviously knew the classroom routines for doing assignments, gathering papers, using the "comfort room", and general behavior. I don't think it was because I was in the classroom . . . I think they are just well behaved. At this point I must give some credit to the teacher, as she obviously did her job of instilling classroom etiquette.
I saw the children working both independently and in groups. Anytime you give "group" work, there are opportunities for students to socialize rather than work, and this was the case here as well. However, the students were easily redirected. Those students who were appointed as "leader" of their group seemed to take the responsibility seriously. When it came to written assignments, each student turned in a paper. Now to those who don't spend time in an American school, that may seem like an insignificant statement. Unfortunately, there is always a small percentage of American students who just don't do the assignment -- it is unimportant.
The other thing I saw that struck me as significant is the sense of "ownership" that students had for their classroom and school. At the end of the day, students quickly tidied the classroom. Without prompting, one student produced a broom from somewhere and quickly swept the floor. Desks were straightened and the classroom was prepared for the following day. After school, the children were all outside, working with a large quantity of potted vegetable plants and fruit tree saplings -- I'm guessing a couple hundred. I don't know exactly what the project entailed, but it was obvious that this was a school-wide, community project. Everyone was working. Everyone seemed to know their job. They did it all with minimal supervision. I think it's the later statement that struck me the most. Perhaps I have always taught in the wrong schools, but I don't know that students in American schools have the discipline to work unsupervised at this level. I hope that I am wrong.
The final observation I'd like to make is that these students (and teachers) do all of this with a bare minimum of school supplies. There were obviously some students who didn't have paper or pen. This problem was dealt with quietly and without drawing too much attention to those who were without. (This may be one time where my presence did influence student behavior.) I know that the teacher provided something to write with and other students provided paper.
This is also where things become tragic. At some point, the teachers and classmates are no longer able (or willing) to provide students with materials and supplies. The families simply cannot provide supplies when they are struggling to put one meal per day on the table. The outcome is that the student drops out of school. Although the schools do make attempts to keep students in the school, even the schools are strapped for supplies. There is little they can do to help.
There is an old proverb: "Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime." I am convinced that we can help these students stay in school. By providing some simple school supplies, we can allow these children to meet part two of this proverb . . . by being educated, they can "feed" themselves for the rest of their lives. Given their general attitude about school, and their behavior within school, I think these children have shown that they are deserving of this chance. I hope you agree.
Although I was able to spend a few hours in a Filipino school, it was hardly enough time to gain much insight into the culture of the schools there. I did get a first impression, so what I can do is provide some comparisons between what I know of American schools versus my initial experiences at the schools in Bohol.
Jose Boja Elementary |
In the States, a community like this would generally be referred to as a ghetto. The word "ghetto" immediately conjures up images of gangs and violent crimes, graffiti, littered streets, and dilapidated buildings. About the only similarity I noticed would be the last one . . . the buildings that these kids live in are rather sad looking bamboo shacks with corrugated metal roofs, built on "stilts" to keep the floors above the tidal waters. It's possible that this would not be a good place to take a stroll late at night, especially if you're a foreigner and obviously out of place. (All foreigners are rich, regardless of what the foreigner might think.) But that would be the case in any poverty-stricken place.
Now let me clarify here that not all of the Panaytayon bagangay is a squatter settlement. There are some very nice homes and businesses locate there as well. Not everyone is destitute. The school is located a short distance from the squatter settlement, with a large rice field running the length of the school on the opposite side of the road. Unlike the American ghetto, this neighborhood is more rural than urban. Pastor Jul's church also serves this community, so I had the opportunity to meet many of the adults who live there as well.
I hope this paints a picture (perhaps distorted by my lack of experience there) of the environment the Jose Boja Elementary school operates within. What stands out to me first and foremost is that, unlike an American inner-city school, the kids who attend this school seem happy, content, and well-adjusted. I don't think they have some sort of fatalistic attitude -- they just seem to accept that this is the way things are -- end of subject. If they want things to be different, they seem to understand that getting an education is the way to effect change. In the American schools, there would be a significant amount of anger and bitterness, as well as a strong sense of entitlement; the students feel that they should be given a better life, without having to work for it, and they are angry and frustrated when they don't get it.
Typical house in Panaytayon squatter settlement |
Unlike many of the American kids, these children are happy to be students; they enjoy school, and they want to be in school. In my own teaching experience in downtown Albuquerque, I felt that, if allowed, many of the students would prefer to be anywhere else then at school. Those who do want to be at school, aren't there to learn anything . . . they have other things in mind.
Now that I have totally disparaged the American student, I should back up a little and say that not all of them are disgruntled and angry. I have surely met some who I would be honored to teach any day, any time, any where. I just wish there were more of them.
When I entered Ms. Maribel's fourth grade classroom, I was immediately greeted by a room full of smiling faces and a well rehearsed, chorused welcome. "Good morning . . . (I wish I could remember the whole statement)". At any rate, it was a very "honoring" moment. The students obviously knew the classroom routines for doing assignments, gathering papers, using the "comfort room", and general behavior. I don't think it was because I was in the classroom . . . I think they are just well behaved. At this point I must give some credit to the teacher, as she obviously did her job of instilling classroom etiquette.
I saw the children working both independently and in groups. Anytime you give "group" work, there are opportunities for students to socialize rather than work, and this was the case here as well. However, the students were easily redirected. Those students who were appointed as "leader" of their group seemed to take the responsibility seriously. When it came to written assignments, each student turned in a paper. Now to those who don't spend time in an American school, that may seem like an insignificant statement. Unfortunately, there is always a small percentage of American students who just don't do the assignment -- it is unimportant.
Students doing "group" work |
The final observation I'd like to make is that these students (and teachers) do all of this with a bare minimum of school supplies. There were obviously some students who didn't have paper or pen. This problem was dealt with quietly and without drawing too much attention to those who were without. (This may be one time where my presence did influence student behavior.) I know that the teacher provided something to write with and other students provided paper.
All of these children are worth helping |
This is also where things become tragic. At some point, the teachers and classmates are no longer able (or willing) to provide students with materials and supplies. The families simply cannot provide supplies when they are struggling to put one meal per day on the table. The outcome is that the student drops out of school. Although the schools do make attempts to keep students in the school, even the schools are strapped for supplies. There is little they can do to help.
There is an old proverb: "Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime." I am convinced that we can help these students stay in school. By providing some simple school supplies, we can allow these children to meet part two of this proverb . . . by being educated, they can "feed" themselves for the rest of their lives. Given their general attitude about school, and their behavior within school, I think these children have shown that they are deserving of this chance. I hope you agree.
Monday, March 5, 2012
A Few Notes on Food
As I've noted in a previous article, I'd love to travel around the world with the Travel Channel stars, eating all sorts of strange foods from all sorts of cultures. Traveling in the Philippines gave me a chance to sample some things not readily available in New Mexico. I've always enjoyed seafood, and the Philippines is surely the perfect place to do that. Although Bohol is a large island, it's still an island -- so everything that you find for sale in the marketplace is fresh.
I can't remember everything that we ate there. Our cook, Ms. Novelinda, kept us well fed with a tasty variety of traditional Filipino food. I also had the chance to dine in some nice restaurants as well as some "eateries" (I'm not sure what to call them): crab, shrimp, crayfish, squid, shellfish . . . and a couple of things unknown. It was all excellent. I'm a little disappointed being back in Albuquerque, as we just don't have the selection and the freshness available in the Philippines.
Some of the other things I enjoyed included mango, ube (a purple potato), bananas, pineapple, coconut, papaya and more -- all fresh. We had truckloads of cassava driving by the construction site, but I never got the chance to try some cassava bread . . . which is what most Filipinos eat instead of wheat-based bread. For those who don't think they know anything about cassava, it's where we get tapioca from.
Before I left for the Philippines, I thought I would try to make some Filipino recipes I had found on the internet. So when our cook presented some "puto" for a between meals snack, they were all surprised when I knew what it was and how they made it. And when I said that I had made it home, they were all laughing with amusement that some "kano" would try to make one of their traditional foods. Puto is nothing more than a cake that is steamed, rather than baked. I used a bamboo steamer that I picked up at the local Asian market, where as the Filipinos all have big electric steamers . . .hmmm, and here I thought I was doing it the "traditional" way. So how did mine compare to theirs? Actually, it was very close. I had a problem with condensation on top of the cakes that they didn't seem to have, but taste-wise mine were comparable to theirs.
There were two things that I didn't try. I did not try the infamous balut. There were a few of the Americans who found some and tried it . . . but I was visiting the Christian school in Ubay when they were exploring other places on the island. I also didn't try a halo-halo for desert. Although it was readily available, I was just never in the mood for a big desert item -- I think the steady diet of rice kept me full enough that I didn't crave something like halo-halo. Made from coconut, palm fruit, jackfruit, flan, sweet beans, bananas, ube, and ice cream, this local favorite always seemed just a little too rich for my taste. Some of my travel companions had some at the Cebu airport before we returned to the States -- but I opted not to try something with too much sweet and ice cream before going for 27 hours crammed in an airplane with hundreds of other travelers. One of my Filipino friends said that it gave me an excuse to come back the Philippines. Sounds good to me!
Fresh squid |
Some of the other things I enjoyed included mango, ube (a purple potato), bananas, pineapple, coconut, papaya and more -- all fresh. We had truckloads of cassava driving by the construction site, but I never got the chance to try some cassava bread . . . which is what most Filipinos eat instead of wheat-based bread. For those who don't think they know anything about cassava, it's where we get tapioca from.
Baking cassava bread |
Halo-halo |
Sunday, March 4, 2012
The Work in Sierra Bullones
Signing up to go into a foreign country to help construct a church was something I really had never considered doing. I'm not a construction worker. Yes, I have a garage full of woodworking tools, and I enjoy working on "projects", but actual construction is not one of my strengths. As a home owner, I've learned how to do many tasks that are related to construction. I remodeled a bathroom for my wheelchair-bound father-in-law so that he could have access to the shower and such. I moved a couple of interior walls at my daughter's house when she first moved in -- I had seen it done on television remodeling programs, but had actually never done it myself. But an experienced construction worker, I'm not.
None the less, helping to construct a building was the task at hand as I arrived in Sierra Bullones. We arrived around lunch time. The van ride had left me full of thoughts and questions and an eagerness to learn more. To say that my appetite had been whetted was an understatement. We took a few minutes to drop our bags at our new "home" and did a quick change of clothing and then returned to the work site.
The concrete slab foundation had been finished in the days before our arrival, and a single course of concrete block had been set in place. I was a little surprised by the number of Filipino workers on the site -- I had thought that it was the Americans who would be doing most of the work. I quickly found out that, although there was work for me to do, the majority of the labor was being accomplished by this group of Filipino men who had gathered the day before. What I didn't know at first, is that his group of workers was actually comprised of the pastors of the churches in our fellowship there on Bohol. Some were even from as far as Bataan near Manila. These men had committed to help build this church for the Sierra Bullones congregation, and they were determined to make it happen in just a few days time.
I had pictured in my mind that maybe I would be helping mix mortar or would be "buttering" some block to put in place as the wall took shape. I did very little of either. It's not that I was being lazy, but the brotherhood of Filipino pastors had all done this type of project before, and so were immediately on task to get things accomplished.
So what about mixing mortar? That's a simple enough job. I've mixed enough bags of ready-mix concrete for fence posts and concrete slabs that I should be able to manage preparing mortar. Just give me a hoe and either a wheelbarrow or a trough to mix it in and I will get to work. But . . . there weren't any wheelbarrows or mixing troughs for working the mortar. There were a couple of shovels. And what about ready mix mortar? None. Then I noticed in the middle of the concrete slab were a couple of Filipino men who were busy with shovels, scooping some "muck" into buckets. I quickly realized that this was the "mortar crew". They were combining sand, cement, and water right on the concrete floor of the church to make the mortar. I soon learned that things in the Philippines were done differently. Not wrong . . . just different.
They had a recipe in their heads for mixing the mortar. So many bags of sand to so many bags of concrete, and then add water as needed until the right consistency was obtained. I never did learn the formula, although I don't think it was any secret.
The sand was sifted on site. Two man managed the sifting frame while a third shoveled sand onto the screen. A plastic tarp collected the sifted sand, which was then shoveled into bags to be carried to the mortar crew. While I didn't spend much time mixing mortar, I did find myself manning the sifting frame a few times. Nothing difficult . . . even the kids were able to do that job. I also carried block to the workers. I don't know how many block I moved . . . it was a lot. Doing those tasks, plus the occasional odd job, was the bulk of my "construction" work. The rest of the time on the site was spent encouraging the workers, learning about their culture and their families, and the work they were doing as pastors. I also reached into my wallet a few times . . . gas for tricycle, gloves for the workers, produce for the kitchen workers.
During the first week of construction, there were as many as 22 Filipino pastors who were working on this building. The walls started going up on Tuesday. By Friday, welding had begun on the rafters and purlins for the roof. The work stopped for the weekend. The pastors needed to return to their homes so that they could prepare for church on Sunday. By Monday evening, the roof was in place. A lectern and and communion table had been built from simple materials and were getting stained and a coat of varnish. By the end of Tuesday, the baptistry and changing areas had been finished, and the walls had all been painted. Wednesday saw the first glass put into some of the windows, and the doors were prepared and hung in place.
On Wednesday evening, we held a dedication service. In just over a week, the team of volunteer workers had erected a 30 by 60 church building, from foundation to roof. Although this was the end of the project for the American and Filipino visitors, the work had just begun for the pastor and his congregation there. It was their building . . . and their choices on how to personalize their church building. Tile for the floors and in the baptistry, some type of ceiling to cover the steel rafters, improved lighting and electrical connections . . . whatever they deemed fit to do.
At the dedication service, I was a little surprised by the number of people I saw coming into the church. I don't know what the normal attendance is, but that night, there were around 150 people inside the building, and 30 or more outside the building looking in through the windows. Ten people were baptized that night. I think that many more lives will be impacted as this church continues to grow and influence the Sierra Bullones community. I was glad to have been a small part in this project.
None the less, helping to construct a building was the task at hand as I arrived in Sierra Bullones. We arrived around lunch time. The van ride had left me full of thoughts and questions and an eagerness to learn more. To say that my appetite had been whetted was an understatement. We took a few minutes to drop our bags at our new "home" and did a quick change of clothing and then returned to the work site.
A little rain didn't slow the construction |
I had pictured in my mind that maybe I would be helping mix mortar or would be "buttering" some block to put in place as the wall took shape. I did very little of either. It's not that I was being lazy, but the brotherhood of Filipino pastors had all done this type of project before, and so were immediately on task to get things accomplished.
Mixing mortar . . . the Filipino way |
They had a recipe in their heads for mixing the mortar. So many bags of sand to so many bags of concrete, and then add water as needed until the right consistency was obtained. I never did learn the formula, although I don't think it was any secret.
Sifting sand . . . even I could do this! |
During the first week of construction, there were as many as 22 Filipino pastors who were working on this building. The walls started going up on Tuesday. By Friday, welding had begun on the rafters and purlins for the roof. The work stopped for the weekend. The pastors needed to return to their homes so that they could prepare for church on Sunday. By Monday evening, the roof was in place. A lectern and and communion table had been built from simple materials and were getting stained and a coat of varnish. By the end of Tuesday, the baptistry and changing areas had been finished, and the walls had all been painted. Wednesday saw the first glass put into some of the windows, and the doors were prepared and hung in place.
Pastor Jose welding the roof of his new church |
At the dedication service, I was a little surprised by the number of people I saw coming into the church. I don't know what the normal attendance is, but that night, there were around 150 people inside the building, and 30 or more outside the building looking in through the windows. Ten people were baptized that night. I think that many more lives will be impacted as this church continues to grow and influence the Sierra Bullones community. I was glad to have been a small part in this project.
Saturday, March 3, 2012
The Van Ride
Up to this point, I really didn't feel like I was some place that was as vastly different as I had anticipated. Sure, the people around me were speaking in Tagalog or Visayan or Boholano or some other dialect of the Filipino languages. And certainly the weather conditions were different then what I had left in New Mexico (we had snow on the grown when I departed Albuquerque). But I hadn't really encountered the day-to-day Philippines yet. Everything had been about international travel or occasional travel like the ferry ride to Bohol. My seat-mate on the ride to Bohol was a Korean college girl on holiday. When she found out that I was an American, she "practiced" her English with me, chatting incessantly for nearly the entire length of the trip. Yes, she was "foreign", but not Filipino.
Once we had disembarked from the ferry and gathered our bags, we were directed toward an awaiting van. I was pleased to see that it was designed to accommodate "American"-sized people, as most of the crew from the US were significantly larger then our Filipino co-travelers. We left the pier and meandered through the town of Tubigon (pronounced something like too-BIG-on). I was immediately in sensory overload. So many of the websites I had been to prior to my trip to the Philippines had ill-prepared me for the scene folding out in front of me.
Everything seemed unkempt and in disarray. In America, businesses are forced to adhere to standards for appearance and general condition of buildings and so on. City ordinances dictate the size and appearance of signage and such. Not so in the Philippines. It wasn't that things were dirty or in any way "trashed" -- I guess the best word to describe what I saw is "hodge-podge". At least to my eyes, nothing was organized. Maybe the sensory-overload concept is truly at work here, as I felt like I couldn't focus on any one thing before being distracted by another. It makes me think of my ADHD students.
Then we were out of the town and into the "province", or country side. There were two things that struck me the hardest. First was the traffic. Oh my gosh! The first thing I can remember observing is that the line down the middle of the road has no real value: it is merely a suggestion. Most vehicles were either straddling the line or, in the case of motorcycles, were completely over the line -- often for no apparent reason other than that's where the driver wanted to be. It was not uncommon to have vehicles overtaking other vehicles in both directions. A motorcycle overtaking a tricycle in one lane, while coming from the opposite direction is a multicab overtaking a peddle-cart. And while this "overtaking" activity is happening, everyone is honking their horns. In the US, this type of situation would have ended in a road-rage incident for sure! But wait, there's more. Simultaneously with the vehicles passing each other on the road is a plethora of pedestrians: children walking to school (of all ages, rarely with a parent to accompany them), people walking to the market or to work or to some other destination, dogs laying in the middle of the road, chickens and roosters scratching for seeds along the roadside, and caribow (not caribou) pulling sleds beside or half-on the road. The amazing thing to me was that in spite of the apparent chaos along the roadside, no one was injured, no one was angry or upset, there were no near-misses . . . everyone just seemed to accept that this is the way things are and that they will all do their best to live with it and to cooperate with one another.
I think what affected my perception of the traffic was that I was simultaneously trying to absorb the scenes passing by my window. Again, there was the sense that I couldn't stay focused on one scene long enough to comprehend it before another scene was taking form. As I noted in a previous article, I really thought I had a grasp on living conditions in the Philippines before I left the US. All of the web articles and Google photos I had looked at just didn't prepare me for what I was seeing along the roads through Bohol.
I had been under the impression that, while there were still bamboo and nipa-leave houses in the Philippines, that they were the exception, not the norm. That was totally not the case. The woven bamboo houses that I had thought were cute little reminders of days gone by were actually the majority of the structures I saw along the road. Most had replaced the nipa-leaf roof for a corrugated piece of galvanized steel, but the buildings themselves were still very much made of bamboo and other native products. I could see smoke from kitchen wood fires curling from under the eaves of many houses. Windows were just woven bamboo screens with openings to allow light and air to pass through. Doors stood wide open, with dogs, children and chickens coming and going freely. About every 100 yards or so would be a little sari-sari store. These are shops that are operated by anyone who can put together a store front and stock it with merchandise to sell. They dotted the road side, each sporting a wide array of signage and advertising for whatever products they were trying to sell.
There were certainly those houses and buildings along the way that were obviously more modern in design. Not everything was like some scene from a 1901 travelogue. There were many houses that were constructed of concrete block, much like the church we were all going to build. But even then, it was not uncommon to see a bamboo structure attached to the side of a concrete block house -- either as a reminder of where the residents used to live, or as a kitchen where they use wood fired stoves to cook, or as an inexpensive storage unit for "stuff".
I knew that most Filipinos were poor (relative to the average American), but I guess I didn't realize just how poor they were. There is a wide polarization of economic classes in the Philippines. Just comparing the "lower" class with the "middle" class, the disparity appears to be significant. Those who are poor are truly poor. Those who have a professional career can afford more upscale houses and can shop at the contemporary-style malls that are found in the larger towns and cities. The middle class people can afford to buy toys for their children; the poor families are lucky to put one meal on the table each day -- toys aren't even a consideration.
I wasn't sure what to expect when we arrived in Sierra Bullones. It was essentially the same as what I had seen on the road through Bohol: a mix of lower and middle class homes (heavy on the lower class), fields of rice growing just about anywhere there was a place to plant it and the typical Filipino traffic scene. I don't know if my Filipino readers will understand this reference to the Wizard of Oz . . . but I knew that I wasn't in Kansas anymore.
The van to Sierra Bullones |
Everything seemed unkempt and in disarray. In America, businesses are forced to adhere to standards for appearance and general condition of buildings and so on. City ordinances dictate the size and appearance of signage and such. Not so in the Philippines. It wasn't that things were dirty or in any way "trashed" -- I guess the best word to describe what I saw is "hodge-podge". At least to my eyes, nothing was organized. Maybe the sensory-overload concept is truly at work here, as I felt like I couldn't focus on any one thing before being distracted by another. It makes me think of my ADHD students.
A common traffic scene in the Philippines |
Bro Wayne trying the "Crocodile Dundee" move on a caribow |
I had been under the impression that, while there were still bamboo and nipa-leave houses in the Philippines, that they were the exception, not the norm. That was totally not the case. The woven bamboo houses that I had thought were cute little reminders of days gone by were actually the majority of the structures I saw along the road. Most had replaced the nipa-leaf roof for a corrugated piece of galvanized steel, but the buildings themselves were still very much made of bamboo and other native products. I could see smoke from kitchen wood fires curling from under the eaves of many houses. Windows were just woven bamboo screens with openings to allow light and air to pass through. Doors stood wide open, with dogs, children and chickens coming and going freely. About every 100 yards or so would be a little sari-sari store. These are shops that are operated by anyone who can put together a store front and stock it with merchandise to sell. They dotted the road side, each sporting a wide array of signage and advertising for whatever products they were trying to sell.
Typical bamboo house in the Philippines |
There were certainly those houses and buildings along the way that were obviously more modern in design. Not everything was like some scene from a 1901 travelogue. There were many houses that were constructed of concrete block, much like the church we were all going to build. But even then, it was not uncommon to see a bamboo structure attached to the side of a concrete block house -- either as a reminder of where the residents used to live, or as a kitchen where they use wood fired stoves to cook, or as an inexpensive storage unit for "stuff".
I knew that most Filipinos were poor (relative to the average American), but I guess I didn't realize just how poor they were. There is a wide polarization of economic classes in the Philippines. Just comparing the "lower" class with the "middle" class, the disparity appears to be significant. Those who are poor are truly poor. Those who have a professional career can afford more upscale houses and can shop at the contemporary-style malls that are found in the larger towns and cities. The middle class people can afford to buy toys for their children; the poor families are lucky to put one meal on the table each day -- toys aren't even a consideration.
Sari-sari store |
Friday, March 2, 2012
Travel Experiences - Part Two
I admit that I was a little surprised by the rooster who encouraged me to wake up at 4:00 that morning. But it didn't take much encouraging, as my mind was already awake with anticipation of the coming days. I was on the other side of the world. I was in a truly foreign land. I was in the Philippines.
I had slept well, even thought it was only a few hours. I had two other room mates who were apparently sleeping deeper then I was -- the rooster seemed to have little effect on their slumber. Maybe the fact that they were sleeping in proper beds, while I was enjoying the comfort of a mattress laying on the floor had something to do with it. They didn't have a room with three beds, so the hotel's solution was to throw an extra mattress on the floor. I didn't care. It was a bed. The bathroom looked like something you'd find in a dirt cheap hotel near some truck stop in Ohio. My readers from Ohio will know what I mean. But the water for the shower was actually hot, and unlike most of the other places I would visit, this bathroom actually had toilet paper. No "tabo" floating in a large bucket of water awaited me that first morning. Even if there had been, I didn't really care. I was in the Philippines.
After a quick shower and all of the usual things one does in the morning to prepare for the day, I headed down four flights of stairs to the ground floor, camera in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. The morning air was just as I expected it to be: warm and humid. The ground was wet from an early morning rain. There was sunlight creeping over the horizon, although the sun itself had yet to make its appearance. I explored the grounds of the hotel. Nearby was a chapel . . . something not uncommon around seaports throughout the world. It was locked, but the grates that covered the windows and doors allowed me to peer inside. The influence of the Catholic church was very evident: the virgin Mary and other characters adorned the walls and stained glass.
I took a few more pictures, mostly of the hotel itself, and then meandered around the block. Not much to see; some offices related to shipping lines and cargo handlers, a little diner (not yet open), and a few motorcycles and other assorted vehicles whizzed up and down the road. And the rooster continued to crow somewhere in the background.
By the time I had returned to the room, my fellow travelers were up and had taken their showers. Each reminded the other about using bottled water to brush their teeth, as the tap water was likely teaming with little microorganisms which could easily ruin our digestive systems (and our trip, as well). We gathered down stairs and then found our way over to the little diner. The owner had promised our intrepid leader, Ed Thomas, that she would have breakfast available early for us. It was at here that I was first introduced to "Filipino" time. . . essentially, "Yes, we will open early for you . . . but when we get to around to it . . . don't be in too big of a hurry." After waiting nearly an hour, we finally had breakfast. Eggs over easy, corned beef, a hot dog, and a mass of steamed white rice. The hot dog looked like a typical American dog, but it was quite obvious that it did not contain 90 percent filler like the variety we are accustomed to. No, these "dogs" were probably as close to 100 percent meat as one could get. The rice . . . well . . . if you've ever traveled through the deep south in the US, you will have experienced grits . . . served at every meal, even if you request otherwise. Rice is the equivalent in the Philippines. You have it for every meal . . . and lots of it.
After consuming American sized portions of breakfast (I think we wiped out the diner's allotment of food for the morning, leaving the dock workers with little to chose from), we checked out of the hotel and headed for the pier. I will keep this location in mind when I make future trips to Bohol. Although the hotel and diner were not anything to brag about, their convenient and relative closeness to Pier 1 (not the US retail chain) was invaluable to the penny-pinching traveler. The walk to the pier took less then 10 minutes. After figuring out the system for getting tickets, paying for "usage" fees (there's even a charge for breathing the air I think), and processing our luggage, we found ourselves sitting in the waiting area for the ferry to Bohol.
I've not been around seaports much. It's a vastly different environment compared to the high desert plains of New Mexico. We finally were called to board the ferry. Since we had paid for "first class" passage, we entered the boat at a different "hatch" then the economy class passengers. I think our relatively expensive tickets cost us P500 . . . around $25 . . . a huge amount to the typical Filipino. We found our assigned seats in a cabin that loosely compared to the passenger cabin of an airliner. I do mean loosely. There were seat belts, but no one cared if you used them or not. Instead of seat cushions to be used as flotation devices, we had nets above our heads with bona fide life jackets in case of emergency. A television at the front of the cabin had a video that showed emergency measures . . . I might have been the only person on board who actually watched it. Within a few minutes the ferry had pushed away from the pier and we were headed across the Cebu Strait to Bohol. The ride was reasonably smooth -- more like a bus ride then anything else. If I hadn't seen the water, I would probably have not guessed that we were at sea. The water was calm -- only the occasional white cap breaking the surface. After a short 45 minute ride, we were pulling up to the pier at Tubigon, Bohol. The first real "adventure" of the trip was over, with nothing remarkable to talk about.
A private van was waiting to take us to Sierra Bullones. That ride would prove to be very different than the ferry ride had been. More about that tomorrow. It's a little after 4:00 AM here . . . I'm thinking of getting a rooster or two . . . seriously.
I had slept well, even thought it was only a few hours. I had two other room mates who were apparently sleeping deeper then I was -- the rooster seemed to have little effect on their slumber. Maybe the fact that they were sleeping in proper beds, while I was enjoying the comfort of a mattress laying on the floor had something to do with it. They didn't have a room with three beds, so the hotel's solution was to throw an extra mattress on the floor. I didn't care. It was a bed. The bathroom looked like something you'd find in a dirt cheap hotel near some truck stop in Ohio. My readers from Ohio will know what I mean. But the water for the shower was actually hot, and unlike most of the other places I would visit, this bathroom actually had toilet paper. No "tabo" floating in a large bucket of water awaited me that first morning. Even if there had been, I didn't really care. I was in the Philippines.
The chapel near The Mariner's Court Hotel |
I took a few more pictures, mostly of the hotel itself, and then meandered around the block. Not much to see; some offices related to shipping lines and cargo handlers, a little diner (not yet open), and a few motorcycles and other assorted vehicles whizzed up and down the road. And the rooster continued to crow somewhere in the background.
The hotel as seen from Pier 1 |
After consuming American sized portions of breakfast (I think we wiped out the diner's allotment of food for the morning, leaving the dock workers with little to chose from), we checked out of the hotel and headed for the pier. I will keep this location in mind when I make future trips to Bohol. Although the hotel and diner were not anything to brag about, their convenient and relative closeness to Pier 1 (not the US retail chain) was invaluable to the penny-pinching traveler. The walk to the pier took less then 10 minutes. After figuring out the system for getting tickets, paying for "usage" fees (there's even a charge for breathing the air I think), and processing our luggage, we found ourselves sitting in the waiting area for the ferry to Bohol.
The ferry to Bohol |
First class accommodations aboard the ferry to Bohol |
Thursday, March 1, 2012
Travel Experiences - Part One of Many
My trip to the Philippines was rewarding in so many ways. I have always enjoyed learning about people and places around the world. Being able to experience these things first-hand is an incredible opportunity. I have always said that I would love to have a job working for Andrew Zimmer or Anthony Bourdain of the Travel Channel. Just being the guy who handles their suitcases would be a thrill, as it would allow me the opportunity to travel and experience the cultures of the world. But . . . I don't see that happening any time soon. I'm sure there is a long line of experienced suitcase-handlers ahead of me.
Honestly, if I could just continue visiting the Philippines, I would be happy beyond belief. I admit, I was excited and intrigued about the Philippines long before I visited there, but now that my appetite has been whetted, I can't wait to return. The hardest thing about visiting the Philippines, aside from having the finances to make the journey, is the length of the airline flights.
For my recent trip to the Philippines, I needed to arrive at the Albuquerque International Sunport at 4:00 am on a Sunday morning. I'm not really sure why they wanted me there that early, as the ticket agents didn't arrive until 4:30 and the security screening people didn't arrive until nearly 5:00. But, having spent a career in the military, I am quite familiar with the hurry-up-and-wait syndrome. Anyway, my flight for the Dallas-Fort Worth airport left on time, arriving at the appropriate time in Dallas. I have always liked the Dallas airport. Even though it is a rather large facility, they have done a nice job keeping travels within the airport simple. Anyway, I arrive at the international terminal and quickly found my gate for Korean Air.
I'm going to tell you right now . . . if you have a need to travel to Asia, keep Korean Air in mind. I have nothing but praise for the quality of their services and the professionalism of their crews. Although the flight between Dallas and Seoul was lengthy, they provided enough entertainment and comfort to make the process relatively painless. I watched hours of movies, listened to a variety of music, and enjoyed (for the most part) some excellent meals. (There was one meal on the flight to Cebu that involved a massive chunk of tofu -- it was the only thing on the entire trip that I just couldn't eat). The flight attendants were constantly in search of ways to serve the passengers. Of particular note, they were constantly checking on the cleanliness of the restrooms. I've been on domestic flights where that didn't happen, and it was cause for much unpleasantness! The efforts of the Korean Air crew is greatly appreciated.
Anyway, after 14 hours in the air, I arrived at Incheon, which is an amazingly beautiful airport there in Seoul. The architecture was incredible. The facility was lined with all sorts of shopping and eating experiences. I will confess that my first "Asian" eating experience involved a $10 cheeseburger at the airport's Burger King -- it was really quite good. But I admit, it was long way to travel just for a meal at BK.
From Seoul I traveled to the Cebu Mactan International Airport in the Philippines. The flight lasted around 4.5 hours on another Korean Air flight, and again the service was agreeable (except for the tofu). The Cebu airport is a little Spartan. Although it was a simple process to go through customs and immigration, had I needed to spend any length of time there, it would have been a rather lengthy and arduous task (I will tell more about this idea when I discuss the return flight . . . omg).
I exchanged some US money for some Philippines pisos and proceeded to my hotel room, which was a short (45 minute) taxi ride away. Being around 1:00 am on Tuesday morning, I confess that I didn't really care what the hotel room looked like. If it had a bed, that was sufficient. What I wasn't prepared for was being awakened from a peaceful slumber at 4:00 am by the crowing of a rooster somewhere outside my window. The hotel was located near the piers that service the ferrys crossing between Cebu and Bohol. I expected to hear the sounds of dock workers and ships passing by, with their clanging bells and bellowing whistles and horns . . . but a rooster?
That rooster, and all of his cousins scattered throughout the Philippines, was to be an ever present character throughout my experiences in the Philippines. More about that in future writings. For now, I will bring this to a close. Tomorrow (the next time), I will continue my travel experiences, including the ferry ride to Bohol and the van ride through the "province" to Sierra Bullones.
Andrew Zimmer and Anthony Bourdain |
Honestly, if I could just continue visiting the Philippines, I would be happy beyond belief. I admit, I was excited and intrigued about the Philippines long before I visited there, but now that my appetite has been whetted, I can't wait to return. The hardest thing about visiting the Philippines, aside from having the finances to make the journey, is the length of the airline flights.
For my recent trip to the Philippines, I needed to arrive at the Albuquerque International Sunport at 4:00 am on a Sunday morning. I'm not really sure why they wanted me there that early, as the ticket agents didn't arrive until 4:30 and the security screening people didn't arrive until nearly 5:00. But, having spent a career in the military, I am quite familiar with the hurry-up-and-wait syndrome. Anyway, my flight for the Dallas-Fort Worth airport left on time, arriving at the appropriate time in Dallas. I have always liked the Dallas airport. Even though it is a rather large facility, they have done a nice job keeping travels within the airport simple. Anyway, I arrive at the international terminal and quickly found my gate for Korean Air.
I'm going to tell you right now . . . if you have a need to travel to Asia, keep Korean Air in mind. I have nothing but praise for the quality of their services and the professionalism of their crews. Although the flight between Dallas and Seoul was lengthy, they provided enough entertainment and comfort to make the process relatively painless. I watched hours of movies, listened to a variety of music, and enjoyed (for the most part) some excellent meals. (There was one meal on the flight to Cebu that involved a massive chunk of tofu -- it was the only thing on the entire trip that I just couldn't eat). The flight attendants were constantly in search of ways to serve the passengers. Of particular note, they were constantly checking on the cleanliness of the restrooms. I've been on domestic flights where that didn't happen, and it was cause for much unpleasantness! The efforts of the Korean Air crew is greatly appreciated.
Incheon, Seoul, South Korea |
Anyway, after 14 hours in the air, I arrived at Incheon, which is an amazingly beautiful airport there in Seoul. The architecture was incredible. The facility was lined with all sorts of shopping and eating experiences. I will confess that my first "Asian" eating experience involved a $10 cheeseburger at the airport's Burger King -- it was really quite good. But I admit, it was long way to travel just for a meal at BK.
From Seoul I traveled to the Cebu Mactan International Airport in the Philippines. The flight lasted around 4.5 hours on another Korean Air flight, and again the service was agreeable (except for the tofu). The Cebu airport is a little Spartan. Although it was a simple process to go through customs and immigration, had I needed to spend any length of time there, it would have been a rather lengthy and arduous task (I will tell more about this idea when I discuss the return flight . . . omg).
Mariners Court, Cebu |
That rooster, and all of his cousins scattered throughout the Philippines, was to be an ever present character throughout my experiences in the Philippines. More about that in future writings. For now, I will bring this to a close. Tomorrow (the next time), I will continue my travel experiences, including the ferry ride to Bohol and the van ride through the "province" to Sierra Bullones.
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