SABBATICAL NOTES. 19 APRIL 2014. N2. SABADO DE GLORIA. Paging the Department of Health of Baguio. ON MY WAY TO the Dangwa bus terminal to take a shuttle to Bakun are eskinitas I had to pass through from the Session Road. We go uphill in these eskinitas, and you catch your breath. You have a goal: Go into Bakun and from there make reverence to a memory of struggle. Nothing would stand in the way of this goal now, and so, in the early morning of Viernes Santo, I hit the road to that Baguio area hoping that I can take the shuttle to Bakun every hour. Oh, the shuttle goes there every hour, boasted some people making istambay in front of Prime Hotel on Harrison. Harrison is that lighted place where all those ukay-ukay aficionados go in the late evening hours, and the ukay-ukay lasts to 2 AM, I was told. I secretly asked another one if that were so--that the shuttle to Bakun leaves every hour--and that informant, Allan, confirmed. Allan works at the Prime Hotel, one of those who assist tourists like me. It was late in the evening when I got to Baguio after almost 12 hours of travel from Cubao. I got past those eskinitas, and lo and behold, I passed by those hole-in-the-wall meat-and-fish stores going up the hill. I look at the meat, and the big flies swarm like locusts as if issuing out a message for me to get out of their way of reproducing germs the way they are supposed to do. It is not that I have not seen one like this elsewhere. But Baguio is Baguio and this city should not have this. Of course, I missed the 8 AM shuttle van, and so I had to wait for the next one, at 10 AM. And when you use the restroom here at this terminal, you have to fish some of your hard-earned money for maintenance, a thing Baguio has been able to catch up, learned from the ways of those making commerce out of our restroom needs while on a long trip to never-land. BAGUIO/ Viernes Santo
Posted on: Fri, 18 Apr 2014 22:09:36 +0000
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