(Part 2 of 2)
(A current radio promotion by The WAVE, which gives away trips as prizes to its listeners jogged my memory of a Philippine visit, just about a year ago during the Christmas holidays. I smiled to myself as I listened to one winner who sounded Filipino and who declared quite happily and proudly that he has chosen Manila, Philippines as his destination. This is in contrast to the majority of winners who routinely, predictably choose European destinations such as, Paris or Rome. Can’t fault the guy for choosing well. In good times and bad, there’s no Christmas quite like a Philippine Christmas.)
Fortunately, the dollar’s value is holding up pretty nicely this time around. I had to keep myself from wincing last year every time the exchange rate dipped against the dollar, consoling myself on the upside that the rate was good for the Philippine peso.
Depending on your persuasion, God or the devil, is in the details. You map out the daily schedule from Day One to the end date and get all the advance information you need. Why? Because unlike in the US where information is like water available on tap, the flow of information in the Philippines, unless you are wired with a laptop and always in a place with Wi-Fi access, may be spotty and information, inaccessible. Paying an extra $20 hotel rate per day for Wi-Fi access in your room is a stinker. A better way is to get a cellphone with local access and be good at texting. Filipinos are champion texters, and they will leave you in the dust if you aren’t. Even the magtataho owns a cellphone.
Why go to the Philippines when there are a lot of choices out there at far less costs, asks any emigre. A trip to the native country is in a class by itself when it comes to travel choices. For many first generation expatriates, the Philippines holds a special place in one’s heart. It’s a place you’ve seen before but would like to look at again with fresh eyes—notwithstanding the negatives: the seemingly endless spate of negative news, disconcerting tales of horrific traffic congestion, the heat, the pollution, extremes in poverty and wealth and the vicious inanity of politics. Okay then, it’s not perfect but no place in the world is. Nonetheless, it’s still a special place. Period. No ifs and buts about it. Warts and all, there are a million and one reasons a Philippine trip is all worth it—particularly during Christmas.
With a few exceptions, there can be no happier group of people come Christmastime than Filipinos. It’s a perplexing phenomenon that the world has taken notice of with somewhat of a jaundiced eye. Christmas begins in September and ends with a bang in January of the New Year, the longest season of merrymaking anywhere in the world. It is as commercial and profit-driven as anywhere else, with cavernous shopping malls and a slew of holiday activities that can give other international shopping malls a run for their money. Dining out in restaurants can have you wearing clothes two sizes bigger in no time at all, if you’re not careful. There’s just something about the Philippines during Christmas. Despite crass commercialism, Christmas joy among the multitudes seems genuine. The churches still get filled to the rafters with the faithful, unlike some churches in Europe that are more like empty, tomb-like museums than churches with just a handful in attendance. In a largely cynical, jaded world as we have today, JOY as pure, unfettered, unfeigned and childlike as all that, cutting across all social strata in a poor country, is a phenomenon as rare as the appearance of Halley’s Comet.
Why do we come home? Part of the reason is the people—a complex combination of goodness and wickedness, of intelligence and ineptitude and of humility and pride. In the world stage, the Filipino has become the unofficial poster child of what an imported model worker is — and for good reason. Our best export is our overseas foreign workers, whose remittances, put together, from everywhere in the world, have been propping the Philippine economy, for decades now, in a big way. There are large numbers of OFWs who come home for Christmas just to be with their loved ones. The Filipino is an amazing worker. Whether we like it or not, the work we do has become our sense of worth. To be sure, we have our fair share of scumbags and scalawags whose shenanigans make us cringe and cower in collective shame. We have a disproportionate share of character flaws we laugh off self-deprecatingly with jokes we use in spades as we poke fun at ourselves. We don’t take ourselves too seriously and maybe it’s time we did, so the world will sit up, take notice and render to us the respect that we deserve. All told and, for the most part, we are a God-loving and God-fearing mass of people—80 million plus strong with about three million Fil-Ams and several millions more scattered about the globe—who, in droves, contribute to the general good of humanity in an increasing number of places in the world in myriad capacities.
Edith Wharton was right when she said of travel, " … you find out how many good, kind people there are." This is true of this Philippine trip. With fresh eyes, you find out that your native land is worth coming home to again and again.
More importantly perhaps, a trip such as this forms part of a life-long journey of self- discovery. This trip and others I have taken over the years in different other places, reveals to me those secret places about myself that I would not otherwise have known. I have brought back with me thousands of digital images as a future, foreseeable crutch to my memory, to help me remember over time. I have brought back spare change and worthless trinkets and a string of pearls from the Philippine deep, some burnay pottery and some Ilocano cotton blankets from Vigan. But the intangibles I’ve taken home with me are the best by far—shared experiences of grief, tears and laughter, rekindled friendships, a heartfelt appreciation of people I have met and will probably never meet again, a sense of genuine gratitude for life on both sides of the globe and above all, a deeper, newer and fresh understanding of our tiny, yet brilliant and beautiful place in the universe.
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( Published on December 11, 2008 in Asian Journal Las Vegas p. B4 )
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