Transistor Radio and Summer

Back at my grandparents' place, decades ago, this was the source of news, music, entertainment and even messages (much like voicemail except everyone can hear it). 

This box would be with us when planting corn, harvesting rice, or making copra. And just before lunch, the whole village would pay extra attention to the program where people from the city would take turns at broadcasting their messages to family, relatives and friends for urgent concerns like money, weddings, deaths, or even a forgotten red towel because baths had not been fulfilling without it.  

This was our company at siesta, with music from the 70's, or at dusk while waiting for rice and dried fish to be ready for dinner. We'd listen to how Ramini, Ang Batang Bronse, would ride the whirlwind to distant lands. 

Sometimes, at night, when the wind is soft and cool, and crickets seem to give voice to the dark but sparkly sky, grandma would let us listen to a bit more music. She would turn down the sound to almost nothing. It would never take long for us to slumber and dream about the hills, our carabao ride to the river and the trees we climbed all summer.

Matnog to Allen

It takes just an hour and a half for the barge to get to Allen from Matnog. It's getting the documents approved and waiting to embark that could take forever!

It was our second time to attempt to take the ro-ro (as we call it) as we continue our drive to Visayas. The first one was botched, after finding out that we were going to wait one day at the port. It was also that time we realized it was not a good thing to do this during long weekends. 

(See video here)

The second time, we went on a regular day and processing the needed documents and paying the fees were a breeze. We got to the port just when they were about to start loading the barge for the next trip. It had already been fully booked, so we had to wait for the next ship to arrive in three hours. We should have just skipped breakfast in Legazpi and left for the port earlier.

We finally left Matnog at 3:00 pm, and arrived 4:30 in Allen. 

Notes:

If you're bringing a vehicle with you, make sure you have the vehicle's OR and CR. 

Fees to pay:

* Ticket (Light vehicle, including driver- P1,300)

* Passenger ticket (P 140/pax)

* LGU (P 25/vehicle; P 10/pax)

* Terminal fee (P 30 per pax)

* Port (P 129)

* Coast guard fee (P 25/pax)

 

Pray and Paddle Home

The earliest recollection I have of the 'power' of prayer is when I was about three or four years old. My mother, cousin, and I were on our way home from a nearby town to get replenishments for our small sari-sari.The sun just disappeared from the west and evening was starting. 

The small boat the three of us were in was riding the gentle waves. It was getting dark, and the wind, soft at first, was starting to pick up. I was getting drowsier by the minute.

 

I must have dozed off as the next thing I remember was mother telling me to hold on tight, rain feeling like dogs falling from the sky, and angry waves. We were now going up and down, left to right. I was holding on tight to both sides of the boat, while my cousin was paddling fast to shore.

Mother told me to pray, so we could get to that part up ahead where there were lights. I wanted to ask how prayers could do that, but rain water was getting into my eyes, and it was difficult to breathe. So, I prayed silently, and my hands hurt from the force of my grip of the boat. This went on for as long as trips from my house in the city to grandma's place. Very long.

Then, the lights ahead got brighter and bigger and, moments later, I felt the boat hit sand. 

We're back home.

The prayer I said saved us. 

Maybe, my cousin did, too.