2017
was the last busy year I had for travelling on an assortment of speaking
engagements. The downside of my new position at work was that I no longer had
much official trips and was compelled to remain in the office as “taong-bahay”.
Add to that the fact that I had also reduced my hours spent on advocacy work to
focus on family time. Fortunately, by God’s grace and the goodwill of a few
close friends, I managed to land a few rackets here and there to keep me sane.
Towards
the latter part of the year, I had back-to-back trips to the South to facilitate
several workshop-dialogues towards developing a stakeholder’s manual for an
elderly program. The audience were from really depressed and remote areas, so
we had a great deal of coordinating to do to bring them all to a safe and
convenient place. Most of the chosen locations were in urbanized centers of the
province with enough facilities, but there were a few times when the best the
host-organizers could do was to put us up in seedy pensionne houses and hold
our sessions at the available LGU building.
One
of our pilot areas was in Region X, specifically Bukidnon province. And while I
had the opportunity to go around Southern Mindanao before, particularly the
Davao provinces when I was working for the National Amnesty Commission, this
was going to be my first time to really see Northern Mindanao. Admittedly, a
few years back, I had the occasion of going to Cagayan de Oro and Camiguin
island several times. At one point, I was able to make a sidetrip to Dahilayan
Adventure Park in Bukidnon to try their zipline. But I had always been curious
about Bukidnon and its famed abundance.
My
UP Los Banos classmate, Sen. Migs Zubiri used to boast about the rich farmlands
of his home province - the sweetest pineapples and horseback riding amongst the
cattle on the hills. He proudly portrayed it as the “land of milk and honey”,
and perhaps with good reason. Not only were they blessed with fertile
agricultural land and sufficient water sources from the rivers and waterfalls
from the mountains, high elevation and the passage of very few typhoons granted
them good weather all year round.
However,
because of Bukidnon’s land-locked and mountainous location, the closest
commercial airline entry point was the new Lagunduingan airport by way of
Cagayan de Oro. So there we were, coming in by plane and driving through El
Salvador in the outskirts of CDO where the airport was actually located. Heavy
traffic usually plagues this area but at least the view of the blue sea was a
refreshing sight, albeit in between the numerous seafood restaurants which line
the road.
Upon
reaching the city proper, we headed directly for the bus terminal to catch the
earliest trip to take us to Bukidnon. Like Victory and Dagupan buses heading up
Northern Luzon, buses here leave within regular intervals, not waiting for the
bus to fill up. So besides getting seated comfortably, the aircon bus itself
was clean and well-maintained, with its own CR, on-board movies and wifi. Since
it was going to be a long 4-hour trip, I managed to buy some food to snack on. Lo
and behold, I found the biggest and juiciest grapes this side of the world!
Exiting
CDO once more, my eyes were again treated to the beautiful sight of the blue
sea. Cagayan de Oro has one of the busiest ports in Mindanao next to Davao. From
a distance, we can see that both passenger and cargo shipping lines congest the
CDO pier. Leaving the coastline, we suddenly ascend a zig-zagging route and the
air changes from hot, humid sea air to a cool, mountain breeze. I am reminded
of our summer route from La Union’s beaches going up to Baguio every Holy Week
in my youth and the childhood memory made me smile. Soon, pine trees and fog
are what I see through my window, and I realize these highlands are a perfect
holiday destination because of its cool weather.
In
about an hour, we entered Manolo Fortich, best known as the location of Asia’s
largest pineapple farm - Del Monte Pineapple Plantation in Camp Philips. Because
of its elevation, Manolo Fortich also gives one an idea of the wide expanse of
the Mt. Kitanglad mountain range which characterizes Bukidnon. Manolo Fortich
is also where the famous Dahilayan Adventure Park is situated. Once touted as
having the longest zipline in Asia, it is still a favorite holiday destination
of families and tourists.
Along
the way, we traversed various croplands planted to rice, corn, sugarcane, and
coconut. I am told smaller farms also cultivate bananas and other fruits and vegetables.
We crossed some rivers with rampaging waters from the mountains and I can only
imagine the power generated by these bodies of water.
After
two hours on the road, we reached Malaybalay City, the provincial capital of
Bukidnon and its center of political and economic activity. With its government
buildings, various transport terminals for buses, inter-municipality jeepneys,
and tricycles, it is what would pass as “urbanized” in these parts. The only
other “urbanized” place in Bukidnon would be an hour away - Valencia City with
the same aura of economic hustle and bustle with its assortment of shops,
stores, and restaurants for people passing through. After token stopovers at
these main hubs to unload and pick-up passengers, our bus once again traversed
the tree-lined mountain roads. At times it opened up into rolling, green hills
dotted with free-range horses and cattle gorging on the lush and verdant grass.
Worth
mentioning is the fact that we passed through checkpoints where every one was
asked to disembark. My legal background has taught me that at checkpoints, one
should never to get down from your vehicle, and never let them open your glove
or baggage compartment, because anything the authorities wish to confiscate
from you should only be in plain sight.
Lining
up outside, we were told to show our IDs while the military men boarded our bus
to check inside. Only senior citizens were exempted from disembarking, so they
stayed inside the bus. There would be a few more of these checkpoints as we
continued our travel because Bukidnon and its mountainous areas are also havens
for the NPA rebels. It just shows that because the wealth in natural resources
doesn’t necessarily translate into reduced poverty for all people, this kind of
peace and security situation results.
Nonetheless,
I appreciated the times we were stopped and asked to get down for agricultural
quarantine issues. We had to dip our shoes in some disinfecting solution placed
on mats or rugs so that contamination from Foot and Mouth disease in pigs and
avian flu in chicken is prevented. Apparently, the province was afraid of a
repeat of an animal epidemic a few years back which gravely depleted their
poultry and livestock. These had dire consequences for an agricultural-based
province like theirs, so they also impose similar restrictions to protect their
crops.
Finally,
we reached Maramag and got off at the highway for our provided lodgings. We
were staying at the newer building of the only hotel in town because it had a
swimming pool and they had a restaurant there. While our accommodations had
free breakfast everyday, lunch and dinner were not included. Sadly, there are
no fast food restaurants around, so the best thing was to eat at the carinderia
stalls at their local wet market. To be honest, I was never a fan of Northern
Mindanao cuisine after my bad experience in Camiguin island during my first
visit. Except for the famous CDO lechon and occasional seafood buffet sans
shrimps, crab, and squid because of my allergies, I was hardly impressed. So I
steered clear of the viands I wasn’t accustomed to because even the longganisa
and sisig were kinda weird tasting.
Note
that Maramag is famous for having the cleanest wet market in the Philippines
and has been featured in media often. There are no flies buzzing around, no
blood and guts stinking up open canals, no muddy footprints going up and down
the stalls. Instead, the beige-brown tiled floors are frequently mopped with
disinfectant by designated cleaners. You can smell the Zonrox emanating from
their mops as they went about, up and down the whole stretch of the meat
section. Truly, it is even cleaner than some fast food restaurants’ floors!
The
next day, we headed for the famous RR spring resort near the mighty Pulangi
river. This great river has many tributaries and runs through several
municipalities of Bukidnon before emptying out to sea. Probably because of its
elevation, this river looks more like a mountain lake surrounded by pine trees
with its clear, still waters reflecting the sky above.
The
whole day workshop-dialogue went well, but since it wasn’t really safe to be
going around a place where you are an unfamiliar face, we were told to stay
close to our hotel. Not being one of those highly-populated municipal centers,
nothing really happens after dinner and at around 7PM, the roads are seemingly
abandoned. I opted to take a swim in the hotel pool while my companion took
advantage of the cable TV in his room. The next day, we left early to be able
to catch our respective flights back to Manila from Cagayan de Oro.
All
in all, Bukidnon is a nice place to visit and experience its beauty if only
momentarily; perchance to quickly pass through but never to tarry.
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