Tara and I spent some time doing research to really be clear on what we want to accomplish and get for the entire trip. Tara, being a professional photographer, and me, being a person who loves taking pictures, based our initial list on the images that came up in Google. We did a search for “indigenous peoples” + Philippines and if a particular picture would catch our interest, we would look it up further.
Then, the Amazing Race again began. We took a van back to Surallah. And, got in a van to General Santos. It was so hot inside and it seemed like it would still take a while before it’d be filled, so Tara and I decided to take a trike to Yellow Bus Lines station and take the bus instead.
Tara and I woke up early on our last day in Lake Sebu. She recorded the sound of the morning. I spent a few more minutes in bed and chose to experience the moment, fully.
Manang Oyog cooked breakfast for us. The teenage boys served the food. They were told to explain what the ingredients for each meal were so Tara and I would know. I coaxed them into speaking in English so Tara would get it. And, how they were being while at it was hilarious! Dondon said, “Ate… Ikaw na lang.” I said, “Kayang-kaya n’yo ‘yan!” Both Jayjay and Dondon were still trying to figure out how to say it to Tara when Tonton went up and said, “This is rice. Or, kanin in Tagalog. This is good with the ulam (pointing at our viands). So, this is rice!” It was a while before all of us stopped laughing.
December 10, 2012
I’m writing this while most, if not all, of you are already sleeping. I just really need to say this now.
Thank you for your hospitality and generosity. You’ve shared yourselves with me and Tara – your stories, time, smiles, hearts, music, art. It’s always so refreshing for me to meet people who are open and simple – living in the metro surrounds one with people who are afraid of judgment, so rigid, with no sense of community and family and tradition. Life is simple here and I love it.
My stay in Lake Sebu was a celebration of community, talent, and art. I had gotten to know our host family, have conversations with them, and get their openness and love for life, family, and community. I also had the privilege of witnessing the talents of the T’boli kids and of meeting and learning from T’boli dream weavers. It’s an honor to spend a part of my life with the wonderful people of Lake Sebu. And, for our last full day, Tara and I chose to be with the family and enjoy each other’s company as the end of our stay with the community was drawing near.