Currently at Argao for STS with Madz. It's interesting to sift through town, gathering information on the culture of the place. It's a completely different adventure, when all you have to guide you are high school natives who drag you off to haunted trees in the middle of the forest to tell you about ghost stories they grew up to.
Because of the nature of our visit, it seemed everything seemingly dreary and dusty came alive. The old hunk of rust in someone's backyard suddenly turned into a link to the dead sugar milling past of a certain barrio; the sleepy town remembered olf family feuds and connections while we took pictures of their homes; the molds hinted that where there were modern houses and gardens, there used to be a sea.
And even while you can clearly picture out what it was like in 19th century Sali-Argaw specially with the way the pueblo looks, the church and park have wifi :D Great compromise I think. I can't keep myself from feeling bad about my own hometown, Biliran, where people prefer to replace ancient and beautiful old houses with cement abominations that have no aesthetic or architectural sense at all.
And at the end of the day, I was pooped and dehydrated and aching all over, but I thought only that this entire town wouldn't be what it is today, if it weren't for horny priests.
Pictures shall be posted later.
(After thought: Fr. Zamora gets around a lot. We also have a Fr. Zamora street back in Naval. And the zombies shall be followed up through pictures later)
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