One More Balay, Boy Tite & Goodbye!
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February 25th, 2008 – by: Isabetlog
They were right off the national highway and right by the sea. I don't remember who owned the first one or even its background, but the one feature that I liked about it was the added bamboo wing that stretched out into the mangroves. It was lined with all sorts or knick knacks and at the end is a fairly spacious room with a huge window offering a great view of the sea. It was mainly used for meetings and gatherings.
This one belonged to the Villamor family. Constructed in the 19th century, this dignified ancestral house was built by Ciriaco Villamor, a trader, and Agrafina (dig the names!) Buhion. One of their daughters was later married to the founder of the renowned Baclayon Trading Company. The Villamor house is one of the oldest ancestral houses in Baclayon and one of the very few built in the Geometric style. It is still owned by the family, who, like many others, have turned it into a B&B. Of all the ancestral houses I've seen, this one's got the least inviting bedrooms and has a kitchen to die IN (the chest freezer they have used to give me nightmares as a kid).
Before heading to the airport, we made a quick run back to the Baclayon Church, to the bakery right behind it. Osang's bakery sold the best broas (ladyfingers) in town and we wanted to bring some of these sweet crunchy snacks back home to our families and friends. I was kind of surprised to see just how small the operation is - just a room no bigger than 100sq meters! It was literally such a treat to see the broas being made from start to finish right in front of you, it was like being on a school field trip! And for such a small operation, they served up a considerable amount of these sweets per day (I forget the exact amount). So Nena and I each bought our share and headed back to the capital city of Tagbilaran where we would grab lunch before making the final drive to the airport nearby.
Emie accompanied us once more and suggested we just hit the mall where we'd have more options for lunch. Nena and I had originally planned to go to the Bee Farm, but seeing that we barely had a total of 48 hours on this vacation, it was impossible to squeeze that into our itinerary. So as luck would once again have it, what do we spot at the corner of the mall?? The Bee Farm Cafe!! Hahaha, we couldn't believe that they had a commercial outlet! With that, we already knew where lunch was going to be.
We made made a pitstop in the mall's department store where Nena wanted to do a bit more of shopping. We went straight to the Filipiniana section where she checked out the local bags. With no intention of buying anything, I decided to just have a look-see at the stuff as well. And lo and behold, something I did NOT expect to find here as they're native products of Baguio up north in the mountain province!! A barrel man -- a wooden figure of a man in a removable barrel, which exposes his very long schlong when pulled off! I immediately snapped him up and named him Boy Tite (tite = schlong).
Happy with our purchases, we made for the Bee Farm Cafe for a light and hurried lunch of squash muffins, cafe de mais (corn coffee!) and ube (purple yam) fries with latik (a dipping sauce made from coconut cream and molasses), all of which turned out to be quite delicious! As we had exhausted all thetime we had, we finally made our way to the airport.
While on the tarmac walking towards the plane, I remembered I had Boy Tite in my purse. So I whipped him out for a photo op when Nena started to call my attention, "the kids, the kids!!" I wasn't sure it was to put him away to hold him up higher so they could get a better view! Okay, I really should get on that plane before I get myself arrested!
And one last final note - I'm really glad that I decided to do this trip. Not only did I finally get to visit the typical tourist-must sees our household help have so raved about for years, but I also discovered so much more about the place - the centuries-old churches, the gorgeous ancestral homes, and their histories - places that Bohol isn't typically known for.
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