Plain and Simple | Travel to the north

WE FROM the south know only about the south. But travelling to the north is one hell of an experience.Sorry for my expression, but travelling to the north is really not easy unless one has a private plane. First, we need to have the resources to take the plane ride from Davao to Manila. Then Manila to Laoag which entails another hour of plane ride.

From Laoag, one has to rent a van to Vigan, Ilocos Sur. Vigan is a place to be with history so alive in those Spanish houses along the main Calle Crisologo where most of FPJ’s period films on the Spanish times were megged.

Visiting Vigan is one déjà vu of an experience. History books are alive and the scenes of conquering Spaniards become so real. And your minds go back to the 16th century history found in our history books which by the way are really not faithfully written.

You have to see Vigan to really know our history. One Spanish house to another makes one travel through time. It really is worth the time and resources visiting Vigan and the north. The Churches make you kneel in humble supplication recalling the heroism of our forefathers.

In Vigan I found that the present Orlando Cardinal Quevedo of Cotabato founded a consortium of cooperatives there. I learned from Fr. Pete Lamata that Cardinal Quevedo is an Ilocano from the Segovia province of Ilocos Sur. He was once the archbishop of Segovia. Well, that is news to me.

But Vigan is not a place where people should congregate. One can’t appreciate every detail of its beauty. Not during the Palarong Pambansa where most delegates congregate in Calle Crisologo. The place becomes a market place of nameless and faceless individuals.

Go there when you are alone. And you will appreciate the place more.

The two-hour travel from Vigan to Laoag is one beautiful and stunning revelation. You see up close how the Ilocanos live their lives. And in Batac, you will see the dominance of the Marcoses. Their houses are conspicuously imposing over the other houses. Ilocos Norte or the Ilocandia is home to the Marcoses.

But when President Duterte allowed the burial of the dictator in the Libingan ng nga Bayani, Pres. Duterte has become so close to the Ilocanos who believe in Mr. Marcos.

Mindanao is brewing with so much, so different from Ilocandia. The land of promise continues to be gripped by its peace and order situation. It is unique but it is different from Ilocandia with its unique history.

And yet, we all call ourselves Filipinos. It looks like we really don’t understand each other. Begin with the language. An Ilocano talking to a Tausug. A Dinabao person with a Kapampangan.

Is that amazing or confusing? As a people, what is really our common denominator?

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