Panagbenga Festival 2013

While I was organizing my photos, I realized that I have not developed some of these which were taken when I went back to the Philippines for a short vacation. I could not remember what was the occasion, it could be that I got bored here in KL.

I asked my mother if she could come with me to Baguio since the plan to drive north to Baguio with Armel was not happening. She mentioned that we could stay in her friend’s house and it all went hell that I had to immediately find a room for two as soon as we arrive in Engineer’s Hill in Baguio.

Nevertheless, this is the first Philippine festival that I captured on camera. There were some that I have witnessed but I still didn’t have my camera with me.

As you could see, that the Ifugao culture is very rich. It roots down to their ancestors. I would want to go to the mountains and see the Ifugao Rice Terraces first hand – maybe soon.

The intricate of design hand-woven or hand-painted were designed on their clothes and costumes struck me the most. Although I didn’t have the time to take pictures of the flower gazebos and floats because it was already full of mob as the local celebrities presented themselves along the famous street of Session Road, much to my surprise after going to the market that morning with my mother, the people were already taking their places to witness the procession of Panagbenga.

You could read of why they celebrate this festive occasion somewhere but I’d like to show you how colorful they are.

Marikina Christmas Festiva: Perya

Marikina Christmas Festival: Perya

As I promised, I would take glimpse of shots of the carnival placed on the other side of the riverbend. I still have another one to visit which is the Wonderland or Wonder Park.

Anyway, I was with Rui, Sam, Cha, Mel, Marlon and Ken. Foodtrip much that we ordered around 34 sticks of assorted isaw, hotdog, dugo (betamax), intestines and all that jazz. While we were waiting, we were also munching of grilled squid, chicken thigh, stuffed bangus (milkfish) and stuffed tilapia.

We all tried riding the caterpillar. This was the only carnival ride I could dare to ride on when I was still a child. I was very afraid of heights and also other stuff like Horror Train did not click on me. But guess what, Marlon, Ken and I tried the filthy haunted house which we just fooled and scream our lungs out inside.

Warning: You would just hear my voice screaming all throughout half of our ride. I turned off the video because the gear shifted to a faster one and I was afraid that I might lose grip of my camera 😀

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