my road trips home will never be the same again.
I’ve always enjoyed the loooooong (road) trips to my hometown. I wrote “loooooong” because it usually takes 21 hours to get there—by bus. More than half of the trip is spent along the stretch of Bicol region, the gateway to the south of the Philippines. When my schedule is not tight, I prefer land trips because I enjoy sightseeing. I get to see a kaleidoscope of nature’s wonders: a majestic volcano, forests, trees, shorelines, rivers, mountains, birds and a lot more. I get to pass by many towns and see beautiful countryside scenes: a market filled with busy people, a farmer plowing the field with a carabao, cows and goats on a grassland, boys flying kites, vendors on buses and most of all smiling faces.
But after this, I will be haunted by heartbreaking images of Bicol: houses which have become a mass of rubble, houses burried in mudslides, dead people in body bags, people weeping looking for their missing loved ones, people mourning for the loss of their family, and people begging for food and water. It’s just too much.
The people in Bicolandia need us. It will take a huge amount of money and a lot of effort and prayers before their livelihood can be restored. So, as Daisy put it in her blog, let us heed the call. We all know the estimated 100,000 survivors who live in the affected communities are not affluent. They're not the kind who own real estate in La Jolla. They are simple barrio folks who badly need our help.
I’m going home this Christmas. My schedule is not tight. But I won’t be traveling by bus. I just don’t want to pass by Bicol and see the region in it’s current state.