Showing posts with label bus. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bus. Show all posts

Saturday, March 15, 2014

Phnom Penh, Cambodia 0110112014

The 20th Congress of the Indo-Pacific Prehistory Association (IPPA), held last January 12-18 in Siem Reap, Cambodia, was attended by yours truly with her friends in archaeology. Since late 2013, we had been dutifully saving up for this conference, and had been chatting almost everyday to talk about our itinerary. Of course, listing down places we like to see was easy because of our similar background. We all love museums, old buildings, local architecture designs, and we all have one goal aside from learning from on-going archaeological projects--- see Angkor Wat.

We chose the route Saigon- Phnom Penh- Siem Reap- Saigon because one of our friends who booked earlier, bought round trip tickets from Manila to Saigon, justifying that it's cheaper that way. I told her too late (the booking had been done) that she failed to consider land travel which could eat up one whole day. Because of this, I was hesitant to go, seeing that the trip would cause tempers to fly (mine included). So I told them that if I encounter a cheaper plane ticket, I would go; if not, then the trip was not meant for me. But it's a good thing Cebu Pacific had a promo later on so I got cheaper plane tickets. I initially wanted to do Manila- Saigon then SR-Manila but my friend pleaded that I go back home with her. So there... Though on the brighter side I did get to buy Vietnamese coffee and milk tea right before we went back to Manila.

We stayed at Tan Son Nhat Airport for some hours, resting and trying to sleep. Before 6AM we boarded a taxi to Pham Ngu Lao, had breakfast of their famous pho in a narrow alley, and bought bus tickets to Phnom Penh via PP Sorya Bus (10USD). We slept all the way to Phnom Penh, waking up only when we arrived at the immigration office. It was my first time to cross a national border by bus and it was very inconvenient but since we were on tight budget, we really couldn't complain much.

We arrived at Phnom Penh mid-afternoon and met up with a friend who had just finished her conservation workshop there. She stayed at a flat with two bedrooms for free as part of her scholarship so we also got free accommodation there for one night because her flatmate had already returned to her country. After resting for some time and taking quick baths to freshen up, we went out and visited the National Museum and strolled near the baywalk which reminded me of Roxas Boulevard and Ermita because of the presence of many tourists there. We also spent some time outside the Royal Palace, marveling at the architecture and taking photos as pigeons flew to the plaza grounds.

Royal Palace, facing the baywalk

inside the National Musuem
An unfortunate thing happened as we were in a tuktuk on the way to the National Museum. The Samsung Galaxy tablet of a friend was snatched by two men on a motorbike. It happened so fast and we were all shocked at what happened. So always be mindful and alert. As much as possible, never bring out flashy gadgets and wear simple clothes.

The following day was spent at Tuol Sleng Genocide Museum, a depressing place, to say the least. During Pol Pot's regime, the school was converted into a prison house and was code named "S-21", was where those suspected of resisting Pol Pot were tortured until they die. What is interesting is that prisoners were documented. Each had his photograph taken and basic information was also recorded.

prison rules in Tuol Sleng


The visit to the genocide museum drained all energy I had. It was unthinkable how the human mind is creative at designing torture techniques aimed at fellow humans. Even more baffling is the cruelty and oppression inflicted on civilians just for the political elite to establish and maintain power, and just for a twisted ideology! It should be noted that despite the evil caused by the Khmer Rouge, it still aimed for the nation to be self-sufficient and to develop fervent nationalism, but at the expense of education. Still, the nationalism it promoted was to the extent that it mirrored Hitler's desire for a pure race, thus resulting in ethnic cleansing and genocide.

After a quick, cheap lunch at an eatery, we headed for Choeung Ek Genocidal Center, also known as The Killing Fields. It is where the Khmer Rouge executed more than one million people during Pol Pot's regime. It is a serene place, perfect for contemplating on the nature of man, as one navigates through the site accompanied by an audio system which details key historical events that happened there. 

One of the touching stories was about a survivor who recounts that as a child he met a fellow prisoner, an adult, who kept on pleading the guards to let the child go for he is innocent. Later, the boy learned of the death of the adult prisoner who was killed because the guards got annoyed at his constant pleas, and recalls how he was touched at the concern shown to him by a stranger.

I love the ending track where it was commented that the Buddhist stupa, having sacred Hindu and Buddhist symbols, have both garudas and nagas in it. The nagas are said to have fathered the Khmer people and are the enemies of garudas, but when they come together, they are a symbol of peace.



Before we went back to the apartment, we bought some vegetables. That night, I cooked chopsuey, making do with what is readily available in the kitchen. Still turned out to be delicious. After dinner, we proceeded to Giant Ibis bus for our night trip to Siem Reap. It was my first time to experience such a comfortable sleeper bus. Fare from PP to SR was 15USD.

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There is a whole lot more to learn about Cambodia. When we talk of crimes against humanity, genocide, and ethnic cleansing, we often discuss Hitler's Nazi regime. In highschool, Asian History was all about memorizing dynasties and names of rulers. I can hardly recall anything from that class. I think maybe if we discussed key important events that contributed to how a nation is shaped at present, students would be more receptive and more appreciative of history and culture. It was only during this trip when I learned of the Cambodian civil war so I made sure to buy at least one book: Ben Kiernan's The Pol Pot Regime: Race, Power, and Genocide in Cambodia under the Khmer Rouge, 1975-79 (2nd edition). I always wonder what makes an ideology so powerful that it can influence a large number of people, and how people are persuaded to accept an ideology as it is, without questioning the morality and underlying interests it may hold. I have been reading the book since we were in Cambodia and have yet to read it from cover to cover. It did, nevertheless, make me understand the circumstances Cambodia was in prior to Pol Pot's regime.

Saturday, June 15, 2013

Palawan Trip 2013

2013 indeed is a good year as once again a dream is realized. I have always wanted to go to Palawan, it being an important center of biodiversity. Any nature-lover would certainly be happy to visit this island, with the clear waters surrounding it which promise great views of the underwater world.

The sun has just gone down when I got out of the airport. I was welcomed by offers from tricylce drivers to drive me to my hotel but I paid no heed to them, which was a good move because walking a bit farther from the airport, I was able to hire a tricycle for a cheaper rate. I asked to be dropped off at Audissie Pension along Malvar Road. Earlier, I had contacted a tour company for my Underground River tour (because I don't want to be hassled by permit requisites) and they offered to book me a room at a cheap hotel. But then I would find out to my horror and dismay that a double room costs P900! (Who needs aircon when you're in Palawan??? I've told them I prefer the cheapest and no aircon.)

I was supposed to hear mass at the Immaculate Conception Cathedral which is a 10-minute walk from the hotel. Unfortunately, my flight to Puerto Princesa was delayed for more than an hour. THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR RUINING MY PLANS, CEBU PACIFIC!!! So I just took pictures of the church despite the bad lighting, it was already dark when I got there.


After that, I went to the nearby grocery store to buy a gallon of water and a bar of laundry soap. My dinner was a bowl of noodles which I bought in Manila. (Budget is tight due to my consecutive travels so I might as well save money by consuming junk food. I even brought with me a bag of Gardenia wheat bread for my breakfast. Pathetic it is, yes.)

The following day I transferred to Princesa Inn which has way cheaper rates. Day 2 was spent in Ugong Rock and the Underground River. I was kind of disappointed because the Monkey Trail tour is deleted from the itinerary. According to the tour guide, the place if off-limits at that time.

Going back to the inn after the tour, I found my Gardenia bread attacked by unknown creatures. Then, I realized what I paid for back at Audissie Pension. The room I was given has broken screens and some of the wood had been broken. And the toilet only has a curtain as door. Broken-hearted, I walked along Rizal Avenue to look for a cheap place for dinner, and found a small Vietnamese restaurant. I terribly missed pho so I had a bowl (P60) for dinner, and bought a piece of banh mi (P10) for my breakfast the following day. Both the pho and the banh mi here were not as good as the ones I had in the streets of Ho Chih Minh but they did me a lot of good.

Day 3 was spent in Honda Bay. After dinner, I packed my bag and off I went to San Jose bus terminal to take a bus to El Nido. Earlier, I reserved a seat at a RORO bus which would be leaving at 10pm. This is to save money for accommodation. Fare was P483, inclusive of moving accommodation. I was determined to sleep during the ride and greet the dawn in El Nido. But of course, sleeping wasn't that comfortable. I stirred in my sleep whenever the ride got bumpy. 

At 4am the following day, we finally arrived at El Nido. It's a good thing I was with a small group of women who asked the bus driver to allow them to sleep a little more before they head off to the town proper. So I was able to get extra sleep, joining them since I didn't know where to go at that dark hour.

A limestone formation overlooking the bus terminal and the wet market in El Nido
At 6am, I finally decided to take the tricycle to the town proper where I would be waiting for a member of the archaeological fieldwork to pick me up. (Yes, I terribly need the help, being quite unfamiliar with the place and more so on how to get to Ille the cheapest way possible.) We would meet more than an hour later and got a tour of the place. 
Municipal Hall- El Nido
Parish of Saint Francis of Assissi- El Nido
El Nido's beach, with plastic chairs and tables for tourists
We bought some foodstuffs (and I got to experience buying vegetables and the likes at the wet market) before we boarded the jeepney to Ille. We had to wait for a looong time before the jeep departed and it was very hot and crowded inside that I fell asleep to escape from the uncomfortable situation. 

For six days, I stayed at Ille. On my first day, I was introduced by my friend to the different archaeological sites, all near the camp. On my second day (April 25), we climbed the Ille Rockshelter which is just a couple of minutes' walk from the camp, the nearest site. We also went to the so-called 14 Waterfalls, took a refreshing dip in the cool waters and spent half of the afternoon there. On my third and fourth day, I helped with the accessioning and cleaning of shells. They recovered LOTS of shells, bivalves and univalves alike and these require cleaning. It was tiring but it's the least I could do since I came too late to excavate. On the night of the 27th, we had a party thrown for the locals. It was very awkward for me since I never go to parties where dancing and booze play a big part. Anyhow, it was wonderful to see everyone having fun, though I got tired easily.

On April 28, we spent the whole day packing everything for shipment to Manila. April 29 was spent in Calitang where we enjoyed the very nice beach there sans tourist overload. In Calitang, my fingers got burning sensation after removing the seeds of green chilies. I never knew it would get to this. It was awful but at nighttime the burn has mellowed down. At 8pm, I left Calitang by tricycle. It took us approximately an hour to get to the bus terminal in El Nido town and fare was P500.

Calitang beach
Calitang sunset
For the second time, I slept inside the bus as we traveled back to Puerto Princesa. I was with a fellow archaeologist. We waited at the terminal until daylight then we walked to the main road. We had breakfast buffet (P189 including taxes and surcharges) somewhere in front of Robinsons Palawan. I only liked the fish fillet and it was gone too soon. After that, no more refill of fish fillet, much to my dismay.


I was almost late for check in. I took the multicab from the highway to the town proper and alighted at the intersection, determined to walk all the way to the airport, which is around half a kilometer. That, considering my backpack weighed more than 11kg. It's still a miracle I didn't collapse from the summer heat. And damn, I was forced to have my backpack checked in because they found out it exceeded the maximum weight for hand carry. I was forced to shell out P560 which hurt a lot. DAMMIT!!! And as expected, my flight was delayed. THANKS AGAIN FOR THE WONDERFUL EXPERIENCE, CEBU PACIFIC!

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

April 2013

April will be memorable for being the month when I used up most of my leaves. A few days was happily spent in Shanghai with high school friends (blog entry to follow). It's been years since we last hang out together and it's amazing to see the three of us still on the same wavelength of craziness. Nothing much has changed, I guess. I'm happy to have gone on the trip with them. I do hope we get to travel again soon.

And then I had a choice on whether to go back to Xiamen for 20 days or to go to Palawan to join the annual excavation at Ille. I just visited Xiamen in December last year and I haven't been to Palawan before so naturally I chose the latter. Had I chosen the first, I would have immersed myself in an educational tour for 20 days--- and it must mean being with kids younger than me. I certainly do NOT want to be the eldest because the responsibility shall fall on me. NO WAY! Besides, I have been building up my Chinese vocabulary with the help of Chinese TV series and songs, so I think it would be a waste of time to be with the young ones and be on the same level as they are in.

Palawan is just paradise. Two and a half days spent in Puerto Princesa, five days in Ille, and one day in Calitang made my summer complete. Never mind the sunburn layers this produced. I was able to visit one of the seven natural wonders of the world--- the Subterranean River Park. The limestone formations are just magnificent. The tour is doubly fun thanks to the funny guide who paddled the boat we were in during the  tour. The trip to Palawan wouldn't be complete without Honda Bay, of which the most memorable is the Pambato Reef. (Too bad I don't have an underwater camera.. huhuhu!)

After two days in Puerto Princesa, I took the bus to El Nido. The six-hour ride was enough for me to sleep. In addition, the bus served as a moving hotel for this miser. My first day in El Nido is spent buying vegetables and other stuffs at the wet market. The second day was the most fun as we climbed the Ille Rockshelter and visited the 14 Waterfalls. It has always been a dream to visit the Ille excavation. I admit though that I doubt if I can survive more than 2 weeks in Ille. It's just so far from the city and the comforts of life are few. (Will write a blog entry about my Ille experience soon... if time permits.)

The camp at night during a full moon. Note the presence of the Philippine flag.

Aside from my travels, April 2013 shall be remembered for being the month when I finally started to watch Game of Thrones, one day after searching for what to watch next after Hataraki Man (review to follow). I instantly fell in love with the GoT and up to now I cannot comprehend why it took me two years to watch this. (Yes, it's been on my bucket list for 2 years...) It won't be complete without reading the book itself from which it is based, so I finally downloaded George R. R. Martin's A Game of Thrones.

Aaaaand, I finally got to dine at my restaurant: Melo's. Okay I am far too ambitious, it's no restaurant of mine, but it does share my nickname. Had dinner there with my sisters. No doubt the ambiance was nice, the service impeccable, and the food lovely, with the exception perhaps of Fisherman's pasta which has disappointingly very little seafood and which doesn't live up to what I imagined it to be.The porterhouse steak we had was cooked medium-rare as requested by yours truly and the little fat it had melts beautifully in the mouth. To this day, I still dream of that. The buffalo wings are missed a lot, too, which means one thing: they are good. (And my stomach is grumbling as I type...)


Buffet dinner at Seoul Garden is a big disappointment. I hate that the smell of meat pervades the whole place. It feels like being inside the wet market. Bibimbap is a major letdown, being poorly prepared. So far, the only decent buffets I've been to are Buffet 101 and the one in Las Casas de Acuzar.

And Operation Budgetarian still in progress because I still haven't saved even a centavo this 2013.

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Emoing: It's More Fun in the Ordinary Bus!

The "It's more fun in the Philippines" slogan is very contagious. So tonight I write the most emo lines. Write for example, "It's more fun to emo in an ordinary bus!"


It all started early this week when I happened to get inside a bus which played my favorite songs. One of them was David Pomeranz's "On This Day" which spirited me away to the land of fantasy. As the wind blows through my hair, I close my eyes and savor each word and each melody. This is one of those songs that easily arrests one's heart. The first time I heard this on the radio many years back, I thought to myself, this IS my wedding song. And even at present I still tell myself, this is really really THE wedding song.

And tonight the bus I took played "Out of the Blue" by my favorite band ever, Michael Learns to Rock. Ever since I heard their "Nothing to Lose", I craved for their every song. In highschool, I considered buying original CDs of just two bands and one of them was MLTR. (The other one was Linkin Park.)

Every time I'm inside the bus, I cannot help but think of my love life and the lack thereof. And when there's nice music, all the more do I think of my future love life. I think about supreme happiness and sadness derived from love. I think about the many broken hearts, the reasons why couples break up, the passion of loving someone to the point of breaking... Of these my favorite is the last. Because passion for me is what keeps a person alive amidst the absurdities of life.

So who says taking an ordinary bus is no fun? The speed, the wind, the roar of the motor, and occasionally the nostalgic songs...