Monday, 26 July 2021

Dr. Connie Mariano: Filipino Physician of US Presidents

 Volume 3, Issue No. 2

OPINION/COMMENTARY
/ News That Fears None, Views That Favor Nobody /

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 Our latest as of Monday, July 26, 2021 

~ Perhaps no other Filipino of stature had made such a big impact in the military and in the White House as this daughter of a Navy steward whose humility is unparalleled even as she rose to positions of trust and prominence. Dr. Connie Mariano moved with her parents and siblings to the US when she was a toddler, settled in San Diego, California, and from there, leapt to her fate as the guardian of health of three presidents of the United States. 

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DR. CONNIE MARIANO, REAR ADMIRAL (Ret.)
The Guardian of Health of Three US Presidents




By ROMEO P. MARQUEZ
Editor, The Filipino Web Channel


“To ease another’s heartache is to forget one’s own.”― Abraham Lincoln



TORONTO - Call it serendipity, and it was exactly that, as I whizzed past yellowed and wrinkled copies of newspapers, magazines, and steno notebooks from the mid-90s and brought to Toronto in boxes since relocating from a 16-year sojourn in California eleven years ago.

They are my personal files, mostly transcript and collections representing some of my work as a community journalist in the United States approximating the beginning of my transition from being a foreign correspondent for two news agencies, one Japanese and the other German, a few years into Ferdinand Marcos' martial law rule.

Reporting as a member of the foreign press corps had somewhat unloosened journalists from the dreaded clutches of the Philippine strongman. The locals, however, were subjected to strict censorship, and worse, to jail time.

The venerable Teddy Benigno, bureau chief of Agence France-Presse (later press secretary of President Cory Aquino), had proposed an organization to protect Manila-based foreign journalists from intimidation and harassment by the Marcos dictatorship. That resulted in the establishment of the Foreign Correspondents Association of the Philippines (FOCAP).

But the nature of the job was not much distinct. The fundamentals are the same, except that news presentation for global consumption is decidedly straightforward and comprehensive than for a domestic audience - that's where foreign reporting veers away from community journalism. 

Writing about, and for, the community was my means to declutter my mind from world affairs and Philippine national news that had impacted the world at large. Reporting for a variety of readers in foreign lands was an exhausting job, but it's the kind that occupied a foreign correspondent like myself every day for over a decade.

And so it was on to San Diego where I instantly landed a job as associate editor and then editor-in-chief, respectively, of two competing newspapers. My tenure in the latter capacity did not last very long as professional differences with my principals led me to found my own newspaper, Diario Veritas, which pioneered in local investigative reporting. Now on my own, I also did freelance writing.

While opening one of the brown boxes, a pleasant surprise greeted me: a pristine copy of the San Francisco-based Filipinas magazine dated November 2000 buried midway in the files of manuscripts and newspaper clippings.

On the cover was a large colored picture of Dr. Connie Mariano (born Eleanor Concepcion Mariano), looking elegant and authoritative in the full dress uniform of a United States Navy admiral, dignified, well-coiffed, and smiling a toothsome that radiated self-confidence.

The official photo complemented the cover story I wrote for that issue. Among others, it highlighted the many firsts this Sangley Point, Cavite-born, San Diego-raised Navy steward's daughter had historically achieved in the years following her parents' resettlement from a small town in Pampanga to the US. 

Based in Washington, DC as the White House physician, I felt so honored when she agreed to be interviewed during her scheduled visit to Los Angeles, which was a two-and-a-half-hour drive from my home office in San Diego. 

Unlike her formal portrait in the magazine, now at this first personal meeting she was wearing a fashionable pantsuit that evoked the prestige and influence of her eminent position. (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eleanor_Mariano).

After that interview, we ran across each other again during the convention of the National Federation of Filipino American Associations (NaFFAA) in Las Vegas, Nevada where I believed she was the guest speaker. I covered that event for my newspaper and for other news outlets in California, Arizona, and Chicago. (See collage).

Dr. Mariano's narrative - her rise in military rank and, inevitably, to fame - has elevated Filipinos in general. She always looked back notwithstanding the dizzying heights of success she has accomplished when all she had wanted was to be a good servant doctor.

My eyes became moist every time she acknowledged her roots, her parents and the family's humble beginnings, and the many Filipinos aboard ships and on land serving as stewards like her father to high Navy officials. Even now, I can feel the respect she bestowed on her compatriots, on the rank-and-file in the military, and on the masses generally.

Having been the physician to three US presidents  - George H. W. Bush (final year of his term), Bill Clinton (entire eight years), and George W. Bush (first year of term) - she was literally their guardian of health. In reality, she was taking care of a bigger official family that included their spouses and their children, and more. (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Physician_to_the_President).

Dr. Mariano was appointed in 1992 as White House Physician, the first military woman in American history to be designated as such. President Bill Clinton raised her profile even more, naming her Director of the White House Medical Unit, which made her as its first woman director, and choosing her as his personal physician. She's also the first Filipino American in US history to become a rear admiral in the US Navy.

A good twenty years have passed since that cover story in Filipinas magazine. It came to light again once I learned that she has written a memoir in 2010 titled The White House Doctor - My Patients Were Presidents. 

I have been out of touch. In fact, I didn't know about that book until I was browsing Amazon and Indigo online and found a book with a familiar face on the cover and a name I knew I had interacted with before: Dr. Connie Mariano.

Now on a virtual face-to-face with her, the information triggered my search for the Filipinas magazine I knew I kept somewhere for posterity.

The year (2010) Dr. Mariano wrote her book was the same year I moved to Toronto from San Diego. When the first prints came out in June 2011, I was already fully engrossed with the good and bad news in Toronto, and almost forgetting contacts with friends and news sources in California.

So, ten years hence, but still current, I bought a copy online of Dr. Mariano's memoir. It's never too late to keep abreast of her through her book and be touched by her experience. She's done ourselves proud! (Copyright 2021. All Rights Reserved).

Monday, 19 July 2021

Life's Early Lessons Provide Deep Grounding

As we embark on our third year with this blog, we're featuring real-life stories and experiences that keep us grounded. The commitment to serve the community with news - good and bad, but nonetheless enlightening - and news analyses to help in the understanding of issues remains firm and undiluted. We started this blog on July 1, 2019, and three years later, we're still very much at it. (https://filwebchannelmagazine.blogspot.com/2019/07/writing-column-quarter-of-century-on.html


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Volume 3, Issue No. 1
OPINION/COMMENTARY
/ News That Fears None, Views That Favor Nobody /

. . . . . A community service of The Filipino Web Channel (TheFilipinoWebChannel@gmail. com) and the Philippine Village Voice (PhilVoiceNews@gmail.com) for the information and understanding of Filipinos and the diverse communities in North America . . . . . .
 
 Our latest as of Monday, July 19, 2021 

~ The harder the struggle, the sweeter the results in overcoming the hurdles. That's an experience worth writing and sharing. Failure to fulfill youthful ambitions because of situations beyond one's control could be inspirational. It fuels hope and moves one to soldier on.


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PURSUING WORLDLY AMBITION - PART 1
Anecdotes From Many Years Ago




By ROMEO P. MARQUEZ
Editor, The Filipino Web Channel



“Find a purpose to serve, not a lifestyle to live.” ― Criss Jami



TORONTO - Something I had never thought would come to be fulfilled was this youthful ambition to go places outside the birth country, literally and figuratively.

Many adolescent minds like mine have had the daring outlook that had seemed unrealistic - join the United States Navy and see the world! 

The conventional thinking was that it was a sure way to accomplish life goals. Besides, the pay, quite meager by today's standards, would lift a family's dire financial straits. 

That notion held so much truth. Families of my cousins in the Philippines felt a certain pride - and a few notches higher in social standing - as soon as their sons got accepted and shipped to San Diego, California for boot camp preparatory to their formal admission in the Navy.

The Navy was a way out of poverty, the key to a good life, and the initial step to fulfilling the American Dream for the entire family. 

I should know. Forbearance, tenacity, and sheer grit had paid off on most of my relatives and neighbors in our small community in Cavite and Quezon.

I was the first one in the family to try to enlist In the Navy, not to chase an ambiguous American Dream, but as a stepping stone to get higher education. A brother followed suit. Unfortunately, my vision was not that good to even qualify. That effectively ended my quest.

The military had a powerful appeal to me. To this day, brilliant military minds are my stimulants. The uniform impressed me. The hard work behind that uniform had a mythic quality that aroused my curiosity. I had wanted to be that person proudly wearing the uniform.

Once graduated from high school, I had trained my sight on getting a slot at the Philippine Military Academy, hoping to be an officer someday. But that too faded from view when the congressman in our Pasay City district said he had already filled up his quota. That crushed me a little.

One prerequisite in entering the academy at that time was a recommendation from your congressman. In my case, that congressman was Eddie Ilarde, the radio broadcaster who had been elected to Congress in his first foray into politics. 

Though frustrated, I did not give up entirely. In college, after the mandatory two-year basic ROTC (Reserve Officers' Training Corps) training, I took the advanced course for another two years. Completing the full four years had made me eligible to join the armed forces as an officer. 

My branch of service then was the paramilitary police force, the Philippine Constabulary, the forerunner of the Philippine National Police. I felt so thrilled to have conquered the hurdles. I was now a probationary second lieutenant. 

Soon after surviving the intense training in Camp John Wilhelm (renamed Camp General Guillermo Nakar in July 1978), my first assignment was as a detachment commander in a rebel-infested town in Bicol. The communist New People's Army was at its height recruiting people to its cause.

That was fine with me. When I was not on duty, I would slip incognito and visit my two uncles and the whole clan in Unisan and Lucena City, Quezon. In Unisan, my cousins would fete me with yellowfin tuna and lobster caught the night before in Tayabas Bay near Marinduque, and bottomless beer and lambanog (coconut wine).

Not long after, disillusionment began to creep in. My ideals as an officer and a gentleman were being eroded by what I had witnessed in the daily running of the detachment.

During one of those quiet evenings keeping watch, I opened up to a trusted member of our squad, a sergeant, about the very low pay. He expressed little sympathy, if at all. He told me not to worry about not being paid a decent salary. "There's always jueteng, sir! We'll get our weekly 'allowance'."

The so-called allowance was actually a bribe. Turn a blind eye and stay deaf to everything and you'd be rewarded with piles of money. That was what it was. 

It kept me thinking. If I was going to raise a family of my own, it would not be like this. The honor I had so coveted of being an officer and a gentleman, in this instance a Constabulary officer, would not be trampled upon, not by this ignoble means.

After completing my tour several months later, I left the Constabulary very much disillusioned by the experience. 

The prestige of being an officer, the regimented life guided by rules and convention, the constant danger of being attacked by communist rebels, the prospect of losing everything - well, they did not merit the sacrifice. (Copyright 2021. All Rights Reserved).


Friday, 9 July 2021

FCT Co-Founder Resigns But Vows to Continue to Help

Volume 2, Issue No. 66

OPINION/COMMENTARY
/ News That Fears None, Views That Favor Nobody /

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 Our latest as of Friday, July 9, 2021 

~ That the statement comes from a respected member of the community should be significant. Call it a wake-up call, but Dr. Victoria Santiago, a co-founder of Filipino Centre Toronto, minces no words when she says FCT should come clean. Indeed years have passed and FCT officials have fortified themselves, perhaps muted by their own fears, and stayed quiet despite repeated demands for an audit of its finances. Dr. Santiago has resigned from the organization but she remains committed to supporting its special projects.


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AS DR. VICTORIA SANTIAGO, CO-FOUNDER, QUITS
Filipino Centre Toronto Should Come Clean




By ROMEO P. MARQUEZ
Editor, The Filipino Web Channel



“One person with commitment accomplishes more than a thousand with an opinion.” ― Orrin Woodward



TORONTO - One of the renowned founders of a Filipino community organization in the Greater Toronto Area has left the group because, according to insiders, she had been rendered voiceless in the administration of FCT.

But Dr. Victoria Santiago, a family dentist who operates at least three dental clinics in the city, said she quit Filipino Centre Toronto, the non-profit she helped found 20 years ago, on personal grounds.

"My reason for my resignation was personal," she tells this reporter in response to questions about her reported leaving. "I’m going to work part-time in my chosen profession - in short, semi-retire," she adds.

Knowledgeable sources within the FCT claimed Dr. Santiago supported an independent audit of FCT finances following the 2017 sale of its old downtown building for $5.9 million and the acquisition of a fixer-upper one-story structure in Scarborough for $1.9 million.

"She is in favour of the audit, but one against 18 other members of the board she is not winning," sources explained. An audit would help clarify the current financial condition of FCT, particularly the status of the $4-million remainder of the sale. 

As this article was being finalized on Friday, July 9, 2021, Dr. Santiago reacted to a comment that FCT should come clean and that "to the best of my knowledge, an audit is happening". 

"Of course, FCT has to come clean because the public, including yours truly, have donated funds. But I don't think I can change that culture. I mean I cannot change that culture," she stresses.

An identical article in two Filipino tabloids said the audit could "clear up outstanding concerns and matters on its accounting practices and questions relating to accounts payable of $678,000 that the BOD (board of directors) only revealed to its members right after the 2017 sale of its building asset.

The leadership of FCT headed by Mary San Juan, president, and Efren de Villa, board chairman, appears lukewarm to repeated demands by both members and whistle-blowers for an audit. Whistleblowers claimed the FCT board still has to come out with financial statements covering the years 2016, 2017, 2018, 2019, and 2020.

That five-year period covers the time - the year 2017 - when FCT sold its building on Parliament St. and made a significant amount of money. The following year, 2018, FCT bought its present home for $1.9 million.

All those years and earlier, except 2020, Dr. Santiago claimed she was effectively gone from FCT. 

"I’ve been out of the FCT board since 2013," she states, though she continued supporting the organization by participating in its gala parties, basketball tournaments, and other activities where she was the main sponsor.

"Being absent from the board meetings from 2013-2019 has created a big gap in continuity that made me wonder the credibility. So I decided to stay out," she clarifies.

In 2020, Dr. Santiago said she rescinded her earlier decision and got back again because FCT was in need of board members. "I obliged myself to rejoin," she says, thus breaking her promise to help "not as a board member".

She said her decision to stay out and help in special projects "should not be misconstrued as endorsement of everything about FCT. This is my way of giving back".

A "Vicki", who was later confirmed to be Dr. Victoria Santiago, was among six claimants identified only by their nicknames and initials, to whom FCT allegedly owed money totaling $678,000. Their monetary claims surfaced once FCT had completed the sale of its building for $5.9 million.

For her part, according to documents obtained by this reporter, FCT paid "Vicki" $300,000. The other claimants and the payment they received from FCT are: "RCJ" (Rosalinda Cerrudo-Javier, now deceased, former FCT president - $96,000; "Felino" (Felino Javier, husband of RCJ) - $122,000; "CRA" (Canada Revenue Agency) - $122,000; "Wendy" (Wendy Arena) - $30,000; and "S and J Mechanicals - $8,000.

The alleged payments have been at the center of controversy for years now. Both Mary San Juan, president, and Efren de Villa, board chairman, have not said anything on the issue. Even when reached for comment for this story, neither responded as of this writing.

Dr. Santiago's departure is "another blow to FCT's unsettled image," a published article by Maria CJ de Villa says. "Dr. Santiago was known to be a voice of reason and conscience in FCT governance and aims as a Board member to adequately address issues and champion the truth". (Copyright 2021. All Rights Reserved).

Tuesday, 1 June 2021

'Captain Walis Tambo' Arrested in Virginia

 Volume 2, Issue No. 65

OPINION/COMMENTARY
/ News That Fears None, Views That Favor Nobody /

. . . . . A community service of The Filipino Web Channel (TheFilipinoWebChannel@gmail. com) and the Philippine Village Voice (PhilVoiceNews@gmail.com) for the information and understanding of Filipinos and the diverse communities in North America . . . . . .
 
 Our latest as of Tuesday, June 1, 2021 

~ More than four months after the January 6 attack on the US Capitol by Trump supporters, the Federal Bureau of Investigation has traced the whereabouts of an alleged insurrectionist in a neighborhood in Norfolk, Virginia. On Friday, May 28, agents apprehended a Filipino-American who had masqueraded as a comic folk hero by wearing a Captain America attire and carrying a signature broom called walis tambo, a cleaning tool popular in the Philippines. With the getup, he earned the snide monicker Captain Walis Tambo.


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CAPTAIN WALIS TAMBO
FBI Ensnares Fil-Am Trump Supporter




By ROMEO P. MARQUEZ
Editor, The Filipino Web Channel



TORONTO - A tip, a phone call, and a Facebook post have led the Federal Bureau of Investigation to raid a house in a Norfolk, Virginia neighborhood and take a suspected insurrectionist into custody.

On Friday, May 28, the FBI announced the arrest of a Filipino-American identified as Kene Brian Lazo, and pointed to him as the man behind a Captain America costume who had joined in the riotous assault of the US Capitol on January 6. (More info here: https://www.fbi.gov/wanted/capitol-violence#Seeking-Info).

The attire plus the broom (or walis tambo in the Tagalog vernacular) he carried has earned him the snide monicker "Captain Walis Tambo". The walis tambo is a popular cleaning tool in the Philippines whose origin is traced to the northern mountain city of Baguio.

The FBI said Lazo is facing four federal crimes: entering a restricted building without lawful authority, engaging in disorderly and disruptive conduct in that restricted building, engaging in disorderly conduct in a Capitol building and parading, demonstrating or picketing in a Capitol building.

Before his arrest, Lazo was number 3 out of 1,084 individuals whose photos appeared on a long list the FBI has widely published to get public help in identifying them. At least 450 people have been formally charged.

(Full, detailed story at: https://www.pilotonline.com/government/nation/vp-nw-kene-lazo-capitol-riot-20210528-lsgykxnrlzftvek5pyret7rubm-story.html).

The broom was an easy giveaway that Captain Walis Tambo is a Filipino. But his real identity had been the subject of much speculation, especially among Manila newspapers.

In California, Rodel Rodis, a Filipino lawyer based in San Francisco, had identified him as "Dong Abay". 

A published article in Daily Tribune, a Philippine paper, quoted Rodis as saying: "We now know the name of the FilAm insurrectionist. (Thanks to Gemma Nemenzo). He's Dong Abay".

Rodis has since recanted his claim, according to news reports. "My friend, Gemma Nemenzo, responded that it was Dong Abay, so I posted his name," he explained. "My apologies to Dong Abay," he added in a Facebook post.

In response, the real Dong Abay, a singer, songwriter, poet, and rock icon is inconsolable. He tweeted: "I don't fucking care if you're an immigration lawyer or a privileged Filipino-American because I'm a rockstar".

He said he is determined to pursue a cyber libel case against both Nemenzo and Rodis. (Related story at: https://filwebchannelmagazine.blogspot.com/2021/01/filipinos-among-those-in-attempted-coup.html).

"This is to inform the public," Abay posted on Facebook, "that I’m pursuing a cyber libel case to be administered by a U.S. lawyer against Gemma Nemenzo and Rodel Rodis for spreading fake news.” (Copyright 2021. All Rights Reserved).

Tuesday, 25 May 2021

Awakening to the Richness of the Philippines

Volume 2, Issue No. 64

OPINION/COMMENTARY
/ News That Fears None, Views That Favor Nobody /

. . . . . A community service of The Filipino Web Channel (TheFilipinoWebChannel@gmail. com) and the Philippine Village Voice (PhilVoiceNews@gmail.com) for the information and understanding of Filipinos and the diverse communities in North America . . . . . .
 
 Our latest as of Tuesday, May 25, 2021 

~ The raw, pristine beauty of Batanes is simply awe-inspiring. Located at the northernmost tip of the Philippines, the islands are a wonder. Braving unforeseen occurrences, a group of media persons toured the area for three days and surprised themselves with having survived life without the internet. But the tour, part of Winterescapade 5, was a priceless gift in education and awareness of the exquisite appeal of one of the country's jewels. Within that brief span, we learned that people can do many things without so much gadgetry and urban sophistication. It's one lesson from the Ivatans, the natives of Batanes. (Some parts of this article appeared in another publication in February 2018).


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THE PHILIPPINES' NORTHERNMOST FRONTIER
The Pristine Beauty of Batanes




By ROMEO P. MARQUEZ
Editor, The Filipino Web Channel


"One half of the world does not know how the other half lives" - Proverbs



BATANES, Philippines – The uncertain weather situation in this northernmost part of the Philippines made me decide to forego a planned 30- to 45-minute boat trip across rough seas from Ivana township to a small village in Sabtang where the Ivatans, native to these islands, live a life of comfort for centuries.

The Ivatans are a hardy, patient lot. Nature seems to have endowed them with the determination and resiliency to overcome whatever hurdles face them. In their homeland, for instance, the big challenge is their environment - geography, the erratic weather, and the roaring seas around them. 

Rather than impediments, they recognize them as blessings, accept what they have, and live happily, content of their fortunes living off nature's bounty. (Info at: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Batanes).

Here now in Batanes, the less-than-a-dozen members of various media from the US and Canada, the Philippine Department of Tourism New York, the Tourism Promotions Board, and travel agencies, had just flown in the night before from Davao via Manila. (Video at: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n-tRDIw1d8g).

I traveled from Toronto to the Philippine capital on my own and joined the group from there for the rest of the tour. Once done, I extended my stay for a few weeks and used my return ticket for the flight back to Toronto.

In Davao, the southern Philippines bailiwick of President Rodrigo Duterte, the group was treated to spectacular Mindanao hospitality with an abundance of food and entertainment, all tailored to please and relax the visitors. For a while, it looked like this part of the country was basking in luxury.

For us non-resident Filipinos, what would have been truly rewarding was the physical presence of the president himself (who was actually there attending another function) or in his absence, his daughter, Davao Mayor Sarah Duterte. Despite the buzz, neither Dutertes graced the two lavishly attended parties. 

As any journalist knows, even a brief interaction with either the president or the city mayor would have made attending the function worthwhile. That was the value in that event, not the really impressive show of opulence.

Along the main avenues of Davao, we have to contend with seeing a smiling president in his trademark cardboard cutout. It's a devious reminder to all and sundry that he's very much all over.

Since joining the group in Bacolod on February 5, two days after the tour commenced in Manila, I'm much too saturated with all the information I gathered from this tour and from earlier appointments.

Each of the places we visited deserves a story of its own, not just a passing mention of what we saw on the surface, meaning the welcome treat and the overflowing food served to please and impress.

After visiting Bacolod, Davao, Pampanga (at Clark), and now Batanes, for the first time, and being treated warmly to their food, their indigenous traits and practices, I feel so wanting of knowledge of the many unique cultures of the Philippines. 

(The tour did not end there; from Batanes, we flew to Manila, and from Manila, it was another plane ride to Puerto Princesa, Palawan).

It's not so much the fun for me personally, it's the wealth of wisdom, the folk tales, the legends told and retold, that add up to a better appreciation of the Filipino mosaic.

Previously I had thought I had enough insights to say I'm a proud son of the Philippines, having been born in the very citadel of the revolution against Spain, and having for grandfathers revolutionaries who belonged to and fought under the KKK, the Kataastasaang Kagalanggalangan Katipunan ng mga Anak ng Bayan.

But that was not enough “credential”, if I may so, to make me an authentic Filipino. My understanding of the culture I grew up with is just starting to be filled, and as the tour went on for another week, my outlook of the country I thought I knew, grows deeper and wider than I ever imagined.

Seven thousand one hundred jewels of an island called the Philippines would be too broad of a cultural and linguistic mix so that in the counting we tend to lose track of the diversity and richness we have in our midst. One need not go to fabled places to see the divergence; it's in us, it's in all of us.

I've been to many places in Spain, particularly in Madrid, Toledo, and Barcelona, on the wrong assumption that I was looking up for some connection with the "motherland". Little did I know that the identity I carry with me was in the pre-Spanish Philippines, among the people who look like me.

I acknowledge my own dearth of perception. Our ignorance makes us dismissive. My self-estimation of the province that gave the Philippines independence only proves that I need a more basic understanding and an appreciation of the others outside of my orbit of knowledge.

I was content with being a Caviteno first before being a Filipino, the point being that Cavite, the land of my birth, predates the Philippines. Others may claim the same if only to point out that our “jewels” are very much untapped. There are so many things to be discovered in our own backyard if only we care to look and take notice.

Some of that diversity exists in this land of the Ivatans. The scant knowledge we have is worsened by an inability to see beyond the government's weather forecasts which makes Batanes, being in the northern tip of the country, a reference point in the map for the entry and exit of typhoons.

That may be so but it strengthens the myth that wind-swept Batanes is typhoon-ravaged all year round. Talking to the Ivatans, they swear their island regularly receives a beating, an average of five to six typhoons, but not in the way most listeners of weather forecasts believe.

The truth is Batanes is a must-see place to visit if only to stay away from the humdrum of city life. If the internet is one's link to the world, well, here one stays in total isolation as the internet is still a thing of the future. (Video at: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O3E55CszKxE).

Of a number of places in the central and southern Philippines I visited, nothing beats Batanes. Perhaps it has to do with the province's geography. Top that with the friendly and respectful people one meets anywhere. They instantly become nodding acquaintances.

That is best demonstrated in the narrow streets crisscrossing the islands. In fact, they are too narrow for comfort. Drivers, however, miraculously pass each other unscathed, even as it seems vehicles leave no distance between them and kiss.

In Manila, that kind of situation would surely generate a war of words if not a war of fists altogether.

The tour has reawakened every Filipino fiber in me. I believe that is the unintended consequence of learning the many jewels we should treasure but have largely ignored. The tour is as much a voyage of discovery as it is an eye-opener.

Thanks to the Department of Tourism New York, especially to Tourism Attache Susan del Mundo; the Tourism Promotions Board, the Philippine Embassy in Ottawa, the Philippine Consulate General Toronto, and other agencies and private entities which provided assistance and made sure the journey was pleasant. 

I've awakened from a slumber of ignorance. (Copyright 2021. All Rights Reserved).