Cha’s Selected FB posts

Iligan City’s baboy sulop meat and tartanillas1. Iligan City has regular supply of baboy sulop (wild boar) meat which is superb delectable in pinakurat or adobo dish. It’s P170 per kilo. Three-four tiendas selling baboy sulop meat are still in Badelles St. , just walkable back of known Merry Muffet. A wild boar hunter said in an my interview that there are about 15 wild boar hunters hunting in the mountains of Marawi to as far as the mountains of Malabang, Lanao del Norte. It’s already good to them to capture wild boars every two days. They are using pingpong balls with explosives inside mixed in the lure of fertilizers, whatever food-smelling concoction attracting wild boars in the forests. The hunters will lay the dragnet before the evening. They will sleep on the forest, awaiting for explosion of the pingpong ball, which signals that a wild boar has been killed. In the early morning, they’ll find the boar already dead, face smashed, and would skin it on fire, clean and empty its belly of internal organs and intestines which they will bury on the ground. Once done, the hunter who failed to capture a boar, will do a labor for the fortunate hunter at P25 per kilo x the no. of kilos of the catch in going downhill. There a Tamaraw FX is waiting to transport them and the catch to Iligan City tiendas. “We earn more than a mason’s average earning, and for those unfortunate hunters who labor only earns more than a carpenter’s earning. Buhay buhay lang gihapon,” the hunter said. (Cha Monforte)

2. Iligan City’s tartanillas are still there running in Tambacan-Palao supermarket route. There are about 60 tartanillas ferrying passengers at present @ P5 fare.

photos and text: (Rural Urban News/Cha Monforte)

 
Baboy sulop for sale in Iligan City

Baboy sulop for sale in Iligan City

Cha Monforte
The scene of a public market at 2 PM is so blissful. That’s the time when vendors have taken a recharge and little drowse off, with few loitering buyers to call on. That’s the time most silent in the palengke. Remember, they are dawn risers. At least that time they have known their earnings, how they fared in half day’s vending, and they brace for the next hours ’til 7 PM. It looks like they have reached the “boundary”. In the banana cue section along a narrow road, there is ease and glee as woman vendors bake the sweet cardavas and plant small bbq sticks across the middle of freshly baked ones. They shared their laughs and smiles as a youthful mother in one corner is busy doing a hasty laundry while her naked toddler makes a container her own swimming pool as the hottest sunrays of the day are set strike at a time when Lord Jesus was nailed to the cross more than 2,000 years ago at the Calvary. A shirtless man, aged about 25, is standing clutching a baby beside the swimming toddler whom he teases. The stockpile of his teeth reveals each time he teases and tells something to his wife washing besides the odorous sewage and the jigsaw of water meters. The father has no belt to fasten his checkered shorts, sagging its crumpled reams infront at his bulge. The savior to shed the market folks is the division wall of a commercial establishment as when the hottest temper of the sun in this brownout-plagued summer is tamed. In the narrow alley are haphazardly parked multicab carrying bags of coco charcoal, a wooden kariton where another shirtless laborer, an aged man, is sleeping on his back with freely spread legs on rubber shoes and stretched arms in X formation while his tattered shirt and towel are hung at the cart’s push handle, and in the other side are steel cage where native chicken, roosters for sell are herded, and bags of wood charcoals where two senior citizen women with covered mouths and in jackets are silently repacking the charcoals in red plastic bags. While eating a bananaq I see a blissful, uncomplaining proletariat setting.#mydiaryonposttravel
Statue of St. Michael The Archangel atop the roof of the St. Michael Cathedral, Iligan City. The patron saint has been known to be the protector of Iliganons. An Iliganon says St. Michael crushed the bridge in Hinaplanon so rampaging floodwaters could pass through the bridge unhampered by trees and debris that clogged up during the height of typhoon Sendong. If the bridge wasn’t destroyed, high floodwaters could have devastated Iligan poblacion similar to what was destroyed by Yolanda. “Siya gyod to may pako morag kanang naa sa atop sa Katedral,” said the Muslims who saw the figure. The Iliganon said many Muslims wearing ordinary attire would then come to the Cathedral to pay respect and thank St. Michael The Archangel for saving them from the wrath of Sendong. It was St. Michael who spared the city from Jap bombing during WWII. #mymobilediarywhileoncurrenttravel
Photo: Statue of St. Michael The Archangel atop the roof of the St.  Michael Cathedral, Iligan City.  The patron saint has been known to be the protector of Iliganons. An Iliganon says St. Michael crushed the bridge in Hinaplanon so rampaging floodwaters could pass through the bridge unhampered by trees and debris that clogged up during the height of typhoon Sendong. If the bridge wasn't destroyed, high floodwaters could have devastated Iligan poblacion similar to what was destroyed by Yolanda. "Siya gyod to may pako morag kanang naa sa atop sa Katedral," said the Muslims who saw the figure. The Iliganon said many Muslims wearing ordinary attire would then come to the Cathedral to pay respect and thank St. Michael The Archangel for saving them from the wrath of Sendong. It was St. Michael who spared the city from Jap bombing during WWII. #mymobilediarywhileoncurrenttravel
The videoke place we entered last night in Linamon has putrid smell. The place is damp at its sky blue wall that has unattended dirt markings and scratches peeling off its paint. It’s about 6 steps by 8 steps in space. When we entered 2 of the 4 tables were occupied. A young girl in brown skinny jeans welcomed us. She is the server, cashier, manager combined. There’s a table turned upside down on another table at the corner beside a cushion bed made to stand on its side. Beside our table and fronting the stairs is the babe’s hammock out of a twisted white cloth. The hot air inside is unmoved by the 2 small ceiling fans brought from shang- shang store. There’s an old disco lights ball at the cellar. What comes flickering is a leftover of Christmas lights. The place is reminiscent of the dirtied lounges of brothels or near brothels in Iligan City during the heyday of NSC in the 90s, but less the prostitutes and drunkards who abounded then. I and Danny V joined the throat stretching to release our hoarse vocals at 2 songs per P5 coin. Two gays entered the scene replacing the 2 drunk workers who billed out. They are funny with their male voices can’t be mutated into sofrano even when they claimed to be women trapped in men’s bodies. Later, fourTagalog-speaking men entered. There is military camp or detachment near somewhere, I thought…(to be continued) #mymobilediarywhileoncurrenttravel
Heavy rains pound Davao City’s northern parts. It’s this type of rain that had me gone out naked on field of Assumption school, adjacent to Sta. Teresita Church in my hometown Nabunturan 4 decades ago during summers. During interludes of heavy rains on hot summer days I and childhood friends-boys n girls- played dakpanay so naked n without slippers on green, wet lush grass onfield without a least fear, malice. What obsessed us was d partaking of a pure fun of gettng washed up by big continuous rainfalls while at play in free-for-all catch-me game in communion wid yet prestine nature. Afar at d porch on d convent we saw nuns n white attire sending mixed hand signals to us. Some waved us wid smile, others wanted us go home. We savoured under d falls n flush of cool rainwaters from d gutters of d school n slid n rolled our flesh on d pool dat appeared on d sunken parts of d school hallway before we left so happily. Heavy downpours interrupting long hot summers in d 70s weren’t frequent n flood carrying than wat we bear wid angsts n worries now n on d next lashing; they r treasures etched especially in our memory n a joy forever from our true throwback age of innocence.

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