Tanay, Rizal: Philippines
Lake Caliraya, Philippines
May, 2007
The farmhouse, and the place I've grown up in for more years than I could remember...
The refreshing view from the porch:
And me WITH the view because nobody was present to take MY picture:
The tree by the house that haunts us with its tobacco-smokin' capre and other creatures; I'm very respectful towards this tree and would not touch it without a quick tabi-tabi po:
Lake Caliraya is actually a man-made lake built by the Americans. They pump water from Laguna de Bay and dump it here. The lake with my nephews:
Sorry, not bikini shots even if I wore it and got stared at by the guy on the jet-ski...
Hurried back for the mass at the bayan at the old church of Tanay...
The next day, I took a hike with Ate Cora and Angelo down old paths and old houses...
And through the gubat... (Dad planted so many pine trees in this area)
While hunting for the elusive jack-fruit that had aged just right:
We had buko juice that Ate Cora chopped open with her bolo:
Mmmm. Yummy meat for vegetarians and everything quite fresh from the tree itself (the place is overrun with pine and coconut (I loves me some coconut!):
Really, people could live on nature and with nature without having to destroy anything. Nature provides:
Came across a carabao:
And the old piggery:
With its ghosts and its memories of when I walked the buildings with the constant squeal of pigs (before it was all destroyed by a landslide of course)...
Then we drove back to Manila and the spell was broken.
May, 2007
The farmhouse, and the place I've grown up in for more years than I could remember...
The refreshing view from the porch:
And me WITH the view because nobody was present to take MY picture:
The tree by the house that haunts us with its tobacco-smokin' capre and other creatures; I'm very respectful towards this tree and would not touch it without a quick tabi-tabi po:
Lake Caliraya is actually a man-made lake built by the Americans. They pump water from Laguna de Bay and dump it here. The lake with my nephews:
Sorry, not bikini shots even if I wore it and got stared at by the guy on the jet-ski...
Hurried back for the mass at the bayan at the old church of Tanay...
The next day, I took a hike with Ate Cora and Angelo down old paths and old houses...
And through the gubat... (Dad planted so many pine trees in this area)
While hunting for the elusive jack-fruit that had aged just right:
We had buko juice that Ate Cora chopped open with her bolo:
Mmmm. Yummy meat for vegetarians and everything quite fresh from the tree itself (the place is overrun with pine and coconut (I loves me some coconut!):
Really, people could live on nature and with nature without having to destroy anything. Nature provides:
Came across a carabao:
And the old piggery:
With its ghosts and its memories of when I walked the buildings with the constant squeal of pigs (before it was all destroyed by a landslide of course)...
Then we drove back to Manila and the spell was broken.