and exasperated, the visitor comes away with the sense of having quickly bonded with, if not entirely understood, these people for whom grace under pressure and continual warm-heartedness amidst all kinds of chaos, are constant. It is here, after all, that People Power unseated macho presidents and installed women in their place. In these 7,000-plus islands, regional and tribal differences find common ground in the incomparable quality of hospitality.
Oh, don’t mind those noisy urban demonstrators burning effigies and waving placards of ridicule and hate. When they take a break, they’d just as soon escort any foreigner for a snack, or ask him to sing along with them over beers in a videoke bar.
On one end of this perplexing psychological spectrum you may witness mass hysteria occasioned by nattily-dressed evangelists or shamans, or the cities’ feisty tri-media, and on another the blasé reaction to a tabloid headline screaming “Woman gives birth to fish!”
These are people who, when they’re island-bound, can’t do without myths, fables and legends but when trapped in the cities become so concerned with arriving at a collective identity that they hastily conclude there may be none, at least as of the hour.
Fabulously dressed participants at Cebu City’s Sinulog Festival.
An ancestral house remains a repository for family treasures and heirlooms. Colonial-era furniture includes hand-carved armchairs with woven rattan strips for cool comfort.
The Philippines is a toddler of a nation, given to much gnashing of teeth and thumping of chest. But the natives laugh at themselves so easily that every crisis or tragedy spawns a fresh round of jokes that are then “texted” from one cellphone to another, down to the remotest barrio.
The rewards are just as profligate and indiscriminate. One becomes intimate with the high incidence of feminine pulchritude. One hears often of well-placed padrinos in high places because of family connections. The Roman Catholic Church meddles with the official population control program while the birth rate remains the highest in Asia. But in the face of this cultural schizophrenia is that disarming smile that bespeaks warmth, faith, and a confidence in an environment where one can thrive in the comfort of the best massage under a swaying palm.
Baguio City, the capital of Mountain Province, is the nation’s “Summer Capital”. From March to May, its population quadruples as lowlanders flock to the highland resort city established in the early 1900s by the Americans who wanted a respite from the lowland heat.
Lying to the south is the coastal province of Pangasinan where a steady stream of foreigners seek out the world-famed psychic healers who are reputed to be able to perform bloodless surgery with their hands and who, to this day, command a cult following.
The delicately fragrant sampaguita, a jasmine variant, is the national flower. Its buds are usually strung up as a garland. Here it pays homage to a wooden saint and a cherubim.
Manila fashion shows are a staple of the culture and entertainment scene, where top-class designers compete in creating a unique form of Filipino fusion design by incorporating indigenous fabrics, motifs and embellishments.
Farther south still is the dense spread of Metro Manila, made up of several contiguous cities and municipalities. Its feverish daily activity centers on the financial districts, glitzy shopping malls, privately guarded villages, administrative and educational institutions as much as on the other extreme: those congested shanties of the so-called “informal dwellers” (read “squatters”).
Southern Luzon spells beaches for good diving, and continues all the way southeast to the Bicol Peninsula where the prime attraction is Mayon Volcano, said to be the world’s most perfect cone. It puts on a show every decade or so.
The Visayan Islands are arguably the best come-on for sun and surf aficionados, with Boracay Island regularly rated by a British travel magazine as “the best beach in the world.” Then there is Mindanao, still an intriguing large island of contrasts and strife. A traveler may enjoy city comforts with the freshest, most affordable steaks of tuna and black marlin, marvel at orchids, durian and mangosteen in Davao, surf on world-class waves in pristine Surigao, or face another kind of hazard deeper south where renegade bands still spit in the eye of authorities.
It is the archipelago’s diversity which is the seed for its unique culture. Consequently the islands continue to beckon with romance, enchantment and splendiferous promise.
Filipina models often grace the Asian and global catwalk. A good number count among the highly-paid international models based in Europe and New York.
Prominent Filipino haute-couture designer, Joe Salazar, does a last-minute backstage check before a fashion show.
An ancestral house in Silay, close to Bacolod City, has been converted into a museum called Balay Negrense, showcasing the Negros Occidental lifestyle. Here it offers some respite for Masskara revelers.
A trio of costumed participants in the Moriones festival in Boac, Marinduque, find time for a break from the hectic activities on Good Friday. As Roman centurions, they will enact the chase of the “good thief ” Barabbas, until it ends in a mock beheading.
Fishermen of Malapascua Island, north of Cebu, push off toward a typically splendid sunset with their double bamboo outrigger.
A modern kayak serves as the best conveyance for island-and lagoon-hopping at the fabled El Nido resort in northern Palawan. Here sheer limestone cliffs rise above white-sand beaches and crystal-clear waters.
Dubbed “the world’s most perfect cone”, Mayon Volcano in Albay province erupts almost every decade, providing a fascinating if fearsome spectacle.
A PEOPLE WITH
A PASSION FOR LIVING
Spartan Tausog wear from Mindanao.
“Filipinos feel the need to be with other people and can tolerate crowding, among family members or among friends, because this creates a sense of intimacy. Wanting nonetheless to protect their own space and respect that of others, Filipinos take an indirect route: words are carefully chosen, even when expressing strong feelings, so as not to hurt other people.”
— Fernando Nakpil Zialcita, Filipino Style
Young fishermen savor the breeze on a tiny isle between Cebu and Bohol.
T here are, it is said, two kinds of Filipinos. The foreigner might first come into contact with one kind, and be totally unaware of the existence of the other. There is the educated upper class, and then there are the overwhelming number of socially, politically and economically marginalized indigenes, islanders upland dwellers and urban settlers.