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Dipolog City. March 15, 2008. I woke up early because I am scheduled to travel to Dipolog to managed a training. Since I am alone, I have thoughts having to meet some of the guys I’ve seen in the net. I texted them at the bus, but nobody responded. Well, life is like that, we really never get everything we planned to do. It was a bumpy ride though, spent at least 8 hours in the bus, thinking of things I now didn’t remember. To make the matters worst, I brought with me 4 cartoons of manuals, printers, laptop, bags and backpack! I am sure that I will be abused by the porters! In Polanco, I meet a certain, J. I didn’t ask his full name as usual (I am always like that to my new acquaintances). Well, I thought I could ask him to assist me with my things. He presented himself, so in turn I invited him to join me at the hotel. He was ---, so I thought whatever happens it must be serendipity.
My trip to Dipolog this time was somewhat special for several reasons. Since, I have a possibility that I will be transferred to Davao City so it considered it as my last visit to this city. Though I have been to this place before, I never I tried to explore its peripheries. I just stayed in the hotel and work in the morning. I have not seen more than the Capitol (in front of Camila I and Roxas Boulevard). But this time, my travel plans include a side trip to Rizal Shrine in Dapitan City and maybe to Dumaguete ( the later was not pushed through).
This time, I was billeted at Mibang Hotel. This charming little hotel is located at the city outskirts. One has to pay P 20 per trip from the city to reach this place. With the small swimming pool and wifi connection, karaoke bar and billiard hall, I considered this hotel a cozy and comfortable place to stay.
It was a Monday when my buddy and fellow bigatla arrived in the hotel. He will assist me during the Training. He was envious when I narrated him about the latest development and he faced a hundred deaths. It was a running joke for us because we often trade stories and places.
Our days are filled with so much work.
But our nights were different. After all the participants were settled with the day, we started our little clean fun. We invaded the inviting pool every night. With fellow guests swimming around, who would not be inspired? We meet few good-looking boys, who in a way made our stay in this hotel worth reminiscing.
Ash went back home prematurely for some very funny reasons. As a result, I was alone in going to Rizal Shrine in Dapitan. I intended to visit on Friday, however, my dates backed-out so I decided to visit on the next day, this time with Jojac.
Dapitan City was 30-minute bus drive away from Dipolog City and would cost around Php 20.00 per person.
Dapitan City was like a sleepy little town to me. There was no sign of being a metropolitan with this city maybe except for their famous glorietta mall. But I like this place due to its serenity and historical importance to the Philippines. Several old Spanish houses can still be seen in the city’s major thoroughfares. Walking in these streets was like walking back in history and be transported back to late 19th and early 20th century.
It was a busy day when I arrived because the people were preparing for the homecoming of Dapitan’s beloved leader ��" Romeo Jalosjos (who was a convicted rapist). We hired a motorized tricycle that transported as to Dapitan Shrine. After 5 minutes, we were standing before the entrance of the Shrine. Included among the visitors were tourists coming from Luzon and Visayas. We were into groups but I noticed that most of the visitors were adults and matured persons.
The Shrine was like a Nature park. The big old trees with diameter as big as 20 meters that surrounded the park served as natural coolant and ventilation. These trees were mute witnesses to the daily lives of Rizal, her lovers and the people of Dapitan in that Era.
This shrine not only serves as bird sanctuary but also a holy place for those Rizalista’s who venerate Jose Rizal as their god and savior. I have met some of them ��" Auntie Aida, Neneng and Pilar. They said they tended and maintain the shrine as volunteer without payment, all for the love of their Teacher or Maestro Jose Rizal.
We stayed there for an hour. Each moment we enjoyed the fresh air and cool breeze from the Mindanao Sea. As day come to an end, we only revisited our tour by looking at ourselves forever captured in my digital camera. (BFE)