Barefoot in Quiapo

Manila is easily a locus of crime and wrongdoing, of pollution and disaster, yet it is also the cradle of Catholic worship in the Philippines, the blackened image of Jesus Christ carrying the cross revered all over the country for its miraculous powers.

And it all happens in Quiapo, notorious all over the country for its crime, every first Sunday of January. During this day, the best and worst of human intentions co-exist, not in the least peacefully, in the Philippines’ biggest annual procession in the name of religion. 

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The Nazarene’s carriage is always full of devotees scrambling to touch the statue, which is believed to be miraculous. Crowds get so thick the typical 3-or-so kilometer procession takes about 10 hours to complete, with many reported injured – sometimes killed – in between. 

THE Black Nazarene

In the 2010 Black Nazarene procession, the mass that usually precedes it was held at the Quirino Grandstand, an open field that was at that time full to bursting with people, young and old, poor and not, waving white towels as a form of salute to the image.

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2010 had been an election year, and people running for local and national posts expectedly did not waste the chance to be “with the crowd.”  

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Parents came with their children, with some even taking their younger companions as far as pulling the ropes of the carriage – a dangerous venture that has caused one too many injuries and even deaths in the past.

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Some devotees carry their own statue to the mass or procession. In Filipino Catholic homes, it is customary to keep smaller religious figures on the family altar, taken out every year to have these blessed with holy water or in occasions such as this, simply to emphasize devotion.

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Many of those who attend the procession still do it the old way – barefoot, the occassion’s ultimate sign of sacrifice. 

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And yet there are those who drop by airconditioned malls in between, still with their dirt-covered soles, which establishments in Manila allow for that day alone.

Vendors, needless to say, had a field day that day.

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Appearances are not a measure of faith: this much this man can say, who despite his rather colorful headdress, came alone holding a crutch on one hand and a statuette of the Nazarene on another.

Mansueto Pintor

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When in Iloilo, walk

Baguio City is pedestrian-friendly. Its cool (or make that freezing) climate makes walking a rather enjoyable necessity for its residents.

But what amount of walking I had been used to in the six years I had been living here did not prepare me for the walking we had to do in the Western Visayan town of Iloilo one January weekend.

Iloilo, a coastal province, had been expectedly hot and humid – not a good one for walks, leisurely or otherwise. But then again, all provinces in the country but Baguio may relatively be like that.

So walk we did in the three days we had been there – from that very first aimless one in search for food at 6 AM, when the rest of the town was still asleep, to the kilometers-long journey on foot we had to take at least twice a day to reach our temporary shelter because roads were closed to traffic.

And yet walking brought us to these places, people, and a flurry of other things we found delicious, loud, or simply fascinating (I know I can be really patronizing sometimes).

THE PEOPLE
Ilonggos are a friendly and accommodating people. Not sure whether that was because we looked obviously like the tourists we were, but no matter: the typical Ilonggo will chat you up about anything under the sun.
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Performers will also gamely smile at your camera without you even asking – a rarity where I come from.
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Festival Man, or so he’s called, tours the festivals around the Visayas, observes photographer Jeremy Villasis, who has chanced upon the same man in Bacolod’s Masskara earlier.


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Policemen taking a vanity break: at least they weren’t posing in front of a hijacked tourist bus.
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Members of an Iloilo dance group who were guest performers in the Kasadyahan competition.
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Ken-ken, or so she said her name was, who had been very friendly with the camera.
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Breakfast at Mandurriao, Iloilo’s so-called business capital

 

THE FOOD
You would never go hungry in Iloilo, so I was told. Outside the annual Dinagyang, the Ilonggo fare takes the helm all year-long, and for good reason:
Our first humble meal, when everything else was still closed very early on a Friday morning, for P52.

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Stanley Talabahan: This view of the sea – plus a generous serving of cool sea breeze of course – made our lunch even better.




Lunch at Stanley Talabahan (Sto. Nino Sur, Arevalo district): Fresh flavorful crabs and oysters, and the signature Ilonggo chicken inasal, devoured (yes, devoured) with steaming hot cups of rice and washed down with ice-cold [soda]. Now THAT’s a lunch.
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Ilonggo Street Food
-or the rather overlarge Ilonggo concept of kebab

 


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Ze Batchoy
Deco’s Extra bowl of the famous batchoy, an original from La Paz, for P68
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Biscocho Haus: 

Biscocho Haus, home to the famous biscocho and butterscotch, has an old-world colonial feel that reminds me of Vigan. In this particular branch near the provincial capitol, products are kept in neat stacks inside wooden cabinets with glass panels, the kind you usually stock up with china.

THE SIGHTS
The original Original Biscocho Haus in Jaro, Iloilo [By Owen Ballesteros]
The 137-year-old Candelaria Church in Jaro, Iloilo [By Owen Ballesteros]
THE STREETS
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At the posh Plazuela in Mandurriao, which at that time was still closed
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The Arroyo fountain in front of the provincial capitol: It was built in honor of late Sen. Jose Maria Arroyo, grandfather of – you guessed it – former FG Mike.
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One of several jeepney routes plying the streets of Jaro.
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A funky Sto. Nino, in whose honor the Dinagyang is being celebrated, on one of the makeshift stalls.
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JM Basa St.
JM Basa again, which reminded me of Quiapo in this shot [Photo by Owen Ballesteros]
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We weren’t exactly on foot when I took this. We were inside one of these pedicabs from a mall all the way back to Jaro – about 15 minutes for P20.
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A daily sight: People – mostly men – staring directly into 70 or so speakers. We couldn’t really be conclusive about it, yet the only logical explanation for this was they liked the feel of such blaring sound against their skin – because, about 10 meters away, one can still feel the pounding.
Just when I thought they were watching from a TV somewhere in the jungle of these black monsters.
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Along JM Basa St., taken around 7 in the morning before the Dinagyang’s highly anticipated Ati contest
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Panay News, an Ilonggo newspaper

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An assortment of souvenirs for sale

 

 

AND, THE SUNRISE
What of sunsets we never encountered, the first sunrise I had actually seen in many months more than compensated for, on our very first day, no less. I couldn’t remember being up and out of the house early enough recently to see such wonderful play of light.
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Photos of the Ati competition and Kasadyahan Festival are here and here.

I would like to thank the following people who we’ve bothered one way or another for our trip: Mr. Waffy Casem and Ms. Olga Villanueva of BPC; Ms. Pearl Lena of Iloilo Dinagyang Foundation; Ms. Erlinda Fines of DOT-CAR; and especially Mr. Genaro Ballesteros. Thank you very much!