If all things went as planned, I would’ve touched down in Dumaguete last Thursday to spend two days there and visit Dauin, Zamboanguita, Bacong, Amlan and Manjuyod for those old colonial era churches as well as have a taste of budbod kabog (steamed sweetened millet wrapped in banana leaves) that can often be found in the southern city. Or taking a whiff of fresh air in the coastal boulevard that is well lighted at night. Or visiting the park to watch city folks enjoying a night of dancing.
But instead of being there, I’m in Makati ruing on my supposed Negros/Iloilo trip. All I can do is look back on the photos that I’ve taken almost exactly a year ago.
Endiosdada Abellana-Eskarpnes, a balikbayan from Scandinavia boogies away the night with her dance partner as one of the couples enjoying a good time at the park in Dumaguete City.
Monument to a terrible past, the belfry of the city’s cathedral doubles as a watchtower during the height of the Muslim slave raids (raiders were based in Sulu and Balangingi) that ravaged the then colony of Spain during the 18th – 19th centuries.
A scene from the open air theater in the expansive Siliman University.
Typical motorized transport or traysikol in Sibulan, Negros Occidental which is bigger and capacious compared to most similar public vehicles in the country.