Mulling over MacArthur's Memories

Having seen enough of the former First Lady's excesses in a matter of hours, I asked my hosts to take me to the more relevant historical attractions in Tacloban, particularly those related to its involvement in World War II.

During that time, the city, along with the towns of Palo and Dulag, gained worldwide prominence because of the so-called Leyte Landings, which signaled the liberation of the Philippines from the hands of the Imperial Japanese Army.

On October 20, 1944, American assault troops under the command of US General Douglas MacArthur, together with Commonwealth President Sergio Osmeña and General Carlos Romulo, landed on the beaches of these towns. MacArthur's return eventually led to the Battle of Leyte Gulf, considered as the greatest maritime engagement of all time, in which American naval forces, with the help of Filipinos, destroyed the Japanese fleet. 

In commemoration of this historical feat, a memorial was erected, unfortunately, not in Tacloban but at Red Beach in Palo, which is barely a ten-minute ride from the heart of the city. It was my last few hours in town so I didn't pass up the chance to visit MacArthur's Park. 

It used to be called Imelda Park but after the Marcoses left Malacañang, it was rightfully restored to its original name. Today, it stands as a memorial to peace and valor rather than a symbol of war. On its still grounds, I noticed some townspeople strolling, conversing, bonding with each other. I've seen this landmark only on TV so the sight of the real thing amazed me. 

From where I stood, the sheer beauty of the scenery was awesome. Spread out before me were the azure waters of San Pedro Bay under the sky, highlighted by the rugged contours of Samar's mountains at the distant horizon.

The serenity of the seascape, however, failed to steal my attention away from the main attractions that I've wanted to see—the  statues of the liberators led by the American general. Cast in larger-than-life bronze, MacArthur, along with Osmeña, Romulo and other high-ranking officials, walks ashore, head held up high, so conscious of his pivotal role in one of the most unforgettable moments in world history.

Watching this depiction of the fulfillment of MacArthur's "I shall return" pledge, I couldn't help but feel some regret over the landings and the subsequent bloodbaths that claimed countless Filipino lives. Were they worth it all? What if the US just reneged on its promise and launched its offensive elsewhere or directly towards Japan? Perhaps that could have spared us from so much misery and death.

Tongue-tied in Tacloban

There's one name that easily comes to many people's minds whenever Tacloban City is mentioned—Imelda Romualdez-Marcos. Truly, the city's become synonymous with the country's most colorful and controversial first lady to ever live in Malacañang Palace.

This isn't surprising since Imelda spent her childhood and young adult years there. At 18, she became the city's unofficial ambassadress of goodwill, enthralling visiting politicians and dignitaries with her songs. Her singing prowess and stunning looks earned for her the title, "Rose of Tacloban." For decades now, Imelda's clan, the Romualdezes of Leyte, remains the mightiest political dynasty in the whole province.

Her detractors may dispute it but the city is undoubtedly one of Imelda's bailiwicks, at least during the time when she was still in power. She helped pave the way for Tacloban to reach its current status as one of the country's fastest growing cities through the multimillion infrastructure projects that she ordered to be built there and in the entire province.

Foremost among these is the San Juanico Bridge, the two-kilometer span connecting the islands of Leyte and Samar, crossing over San Juanico Strait—reputedly the world's narrowest navigable strait. It was during the Marcos years when Tacloban gained greater national prominence with the completion of the bridge that's considered the longest in the country and, for a time, in Southeast Asia. The serpentine span is sometimes referred to as the "bridge of love", allegedly a gift of the late dictator to his wife.

But there's more to Tacloban that I wanted to see other than the landmarks associated with the former first lady who gained notoriety for her shopping sprees to the world's most luxurious boutiques, ostentatious collections of shoes, gowns, jewelry and artworks, extravagant parties and flamboyant beautification projects amidst the massive poverty that plagued the country.

I've been hearing so much about the city's renowned treasures—its rich historical, religious and cultural heritage—which stirred my interest to go there. Fortunately, I had some official business in nearby Catbalogan City in Samar, affording me a chance to segue to Tacloban. The trip also took on some nostalgic significance as it was my first time to set foot on Leyte where my great, great grandparents on the maternal side originally came from.

Like many other towns in the province, Tacloban is known for its devotion to the Sto. Niño (Holy Infant Jesus), even naming its church after him. Located at the corner of Real and Zamora Streets, the Sto. Niño Church houses the miraculous image of the venerated infant. Each year, the city becomes the center of religious and cultural celebrations in honor of the child Jesus, particularly towards the end of June. Fluvial parades and the Pintados-Kasadyaan festival are among the colorful activities that form part of the annual feast.
 
For her part, Imelda, who must have been a staunch devotee of the Holy Child, has put up a magnificent landmark right in the heart of Tacloban—the Sto. Niño Shrine and Heritage Museum—which is often confused with the church. Located in Real Street, the sprawling two-storey building was one of the numerous presidential rest houses that the late president had built. I got curious about this edifice for it's been said to house some of the most astonishing assemblage of Imelda's extravagance. So, I, together with my hosts, wasted no time in going there. 

To gain entrance, we paid a fee of Php200 (or about US$4) for our group, inclusive of a guided tour. The guide then asked us to take off our shoes and wear one of the available slippers throughout the duration of the tour. Entering the shrine, we found ourselves inside a chapel that dominates the entire ground floor.  

I immediately noticed the altar where the image of the Sto. Niño is prominently displayed, encased in glass and surrounded with tiny lights. There are also several rows of wooden pews that can accommodate about a hundred people. An elegant array of chandeliers illuminates the entire chapel. It was, according to the guide, Imelda's personal altar. 

On each side of the chapel, I saw several rooms and asked the guide what's inside them. He said these were reserved for the Marcoses' guests and visitors. Each of the rooms was tastefully embellished with unique motifs that represented the original 13 regions of the country, and featured dioramas showing Imelda's metamorphosis from a naïve town lass to the most powerful woman in the land. 

We then proceeded to the upper floor of the building which contained the rooms occupied by the former First Family. Hanging on some of the walls there are the paintings of the Filipino masters Amorsolo and Malang, if I’m not mistaken. Moving further, we found a 30-seater dining room and a grand ballroom which was said to be a replica of the one at Malacañang. There's also a wooden bas-relief of Malakas at Maganda, the legendary first Filipino man and woman.

As we moved from one room to another, we finally caught sight of Imelda's precious collection of objets d'art, paintings, sculptures, curios, and what have you. Seeing the real McCoy in the flesh was a mind-blowing experience that left us tongue-tied for several moments during the tour.

As the stunning scenes assaulted our senses, we could only shake our heads in disbelief at the gaudiness and lavishness of it all—jars and porcelain from China, rugs and draperies from Belgium, tiles and leather from Italy, floor carpets from Argentina, period furniture and fixtures from France and Britain, and many more.

It was at that point when I began to ponder why the place was called a shrine. From what I understood, a shrine is supposed to be a sacred building or structure containing the remains or relics of a saint or a holy person that serves as an object of veneration or pilgrimage. True, there's the image of the Holy Child downstairs. But why are there no masses being held there? Why are there no devotees nor pilgrims praying and offering flowers?

Oh, well, Imelda must have her own definition of what a shrine ought to be...probably a place where one can whimsically put together under one roof the innocent and the iniquitous, the sacred and the sacrilegious, the virtuous and the vicious. Whew, what an incredibly imeldific experience! :D

Pursuing Putters in Polomolok

At the foot of majestic Mt. Matutum in the flourishing town of Polomolok, South Cotabato lies an idyllic hideaway for the privileged set that’s shielded from public view by the sprawling expanse of one of the world’s largest pineapple plantations—Kalsangi!

Owned by Dole Philippines Inc., a subsidiary of the US-based food conglomerate, the secluded enclave set in a rustic ambience quietly nestles in the village of Polo. Within its exclusive confines, you can find a golf course, an international school, a club house, a swimming pool, and the elegant dwellings of the multinational firm's management people. All that with a year-round pleasantly cool mountain breeze to boot.

And what about those Norfolk pines surrounding Kalsangi? Well, they’ve got their own story to tell. 

According to one of the staff there, the conifers used to be given out as Christmas trees for the multinational firm’s executive expats. Because the resident managers and supervisors there now are mostly locals, the trees haven’t been cut down for several Christmases so they’ve flourished in time.

Polomolok isn't new to me; I’ve been all over the place on several occasions in the past, but never in Kalsangi. I recently made it there because of the executive golf tournament held within its beautifully-landscaped course, which I, along with a ten-man documentation team, was covering as one of the events featured in a biennial sports festival among Mindanao-based utilities.

Together with most of my irrepressible and hardworking team members—Ivan, Tatong, Joey, Vena, Dodong, Verlie, Edgar—I stepped into Kalsangi’s exclusive grounds one late afternoon for an ocular inspection of the tournament venue. But we almost didn’t make it because we forgot to prime the club’s security staff ahead of time about our coming. 

Generally off-limits to the public, access to Kalsangi is quite difficult unless you’ve got some clout with the powers that be. Good thing Ivan, who had befriended one of the regular players in the club, managed to contact the executive over the phone. Minutes later, we were allowed to enter the club’s premises.


Professional and amateur putters would find a tee-off at Kalsangi a challenging but exhilarating experience. Its nine-hole golf course, dotted with elevated tees, contoured greens and sparkling streams, offers numerous challenges to a golfer’s clubbing skill, making it the perfect venue for the Mindanao-wide tournament.

Although it’s not a long course—a return to the tee-off area is necessary to complete an 18-hole event—the pine tree-lined fairways are quite spread out so the name of the game is keeping the ball on the well-manicured grass.

The following morning, only Tatong and I returned to Kalsangi as the rest of the team had to attend to the other events done simultaneously with the golf tournament. Excitedly, we trod the putting green, pursuing the putters and their balls as we tried to capture the best moments of the thrill-filled event.

A day at Kalsangi isn’t complete unless you get to savor its club house’s yummy Western and Asian fare. So, Tatong and I ended up gobbling platefuls of those mouth-watering club sandwiches, courtesy of Brenda and Rowena, after hours of pursuing the persistent putters at the fairways. :D

Dazzled by Davao’s Diverse Delights

How do you write something about a place you’re so familiar with? Familiarity, as the cliché goes, breeds contempt. So, maybe I should start with something contemptuous about Davao? But how can I feel contempt for this city where I grew up?  

Really, most of the things I have in mind are all about Davao’s wonderful feats, which not too many places have managed to achieve.  Indeed, very few metropolises in the world can claim to have successfully crossed the great divide that separates the unlivable and the livable. And Davao, which is considered as the Philippines’ Most Livable City, happens to be one of them. 

Some twenty something years ago, this place was no man’s land. Time was when nary a day passed without news of salvaging, massacre, hostage-taking, kidnapping, torture or other forms of senseless violence happening along Davao’s main streets even in broad daylight, which were perpetrated by communist rebels who have turned the city into their laboratory for urban guerilla warfare. The seemingly endless killing spree turned the place into the country’s local version of Cambodia’s killing fields, thus, earning the reputation of being the Murder Capital of the Philippines.

In the mid-1980s, however, the spate of daily killings waned when anti-communist vigilantes, backed by military and civilian defense forces, got rid of the dreaded assassins. A few years later, incumbent City Mayor Rodrigo Duterte, who gained wide acceptance by almost every group in the political spectrum, won the mayoralty race, which started his long-term ascendancy to power.  

It was during his regime when Davao took the rigorous but rewarding journey of transforming itself into what it is now. Today, the city, which is considered Mindanao’s premier urban center, has outgrown the horrors of its chaotic past, metamorphosing into a bustling metropolis that serves as the country’s southern gateway to its Asian neighbors and vital link to the East ASEAN Region and the rest of the world. 

Davao has remained a vibrant melting pot of diverse cultures from all over the Philippines who’ve migrated into this “land of promise” in search for greener pastures. Home to about 1.4 million Davaoeños, it’s one of the country’s hubs of polyethnic vibrancy, where migrants from other provinces—Batangueños, Bicolanos,  Boholanos, Cebuanos, Ilocanos, Ilonggos, Kapampangans, Pangasinenses, Warays and Tagalogs, to name a few— are living in peaceful co-existence with each other as well as with indigenous tribal groups known as lumads and the Muslim Filipinos. In recent years, there’s also a growing influx of foreigners such as Japanese, Koreans, Americans and some Europeans who have chosen Davao to be their home base. 

So, let me take you to an armchair tour of this city I’ve been calling home for years now. Like me, I’m sure you’ll be dazzled by the diversity of delights that are in abundance in this once dreaded part of Mindanao. Truly, there’s a hodgepodge of sights, savors and scents in the bustling metropolis that’s waiting to seize the attention of first-timers and frequenters, something of everything to make your stay a memorable one.  

pic courtesy of R.A.M Ouano

Sun-worshippers, swimmers and beachcombers can get a load of sun, sea and sand at any of Davao’s alluring beaches. Or you may cross over to nearby Island Garden City of Samal and relish the pleasures offered by the numerous pristine resorts there. You can also marvel at the wonders of nature, admire the indigenous flora and wild fauna and experience pure mountain magic at any of its nature resorts: Eden Nature, Loleng’s, Seagull in the Sky, among others. 

Golf aficionados shouldn’t forget to bring along their clubs and display their clubbing skills at any of the city’s finest golf courses, which are towered by Mt. Apo’s majestic presence amidst the putting greens. And while you’re here, sample some of the exotic bounties the city is known for. Dare taste the durian, the king of tropical fruits, and get a thumbs-up for overcoming that musky smell.  And to make your voyage complete, pay homage to the famous Philippine eagle that has been successfully bred in captivity. 

Finding a place to stay here in my city isn’t a problem. Get yourself billeted at any of the hotels offering world-class amenities: Marco Polo, Apo View, Royal Mandaya, among others. Located mostly within the heart of the city, these hotels have swimming pools, bars, discos, health clubs, business centers and restaurants to meet the demands of travelers going to the city for both business and pleasure. Or you can opt to stay at Waterfront Insular or Grand Regal. When hotels are not exactly what you want, a number of inns, motels and pension houses are also available.

After a heady day roaming the city, there’s no better way for the weary to relax than to head for the city’s dining and drinking hubs. A good place to start would be any of the restaurants and eateries at F. Torres St., the city’s popular food and beverage strip, where visitors can savor a variety of freshly cooked and delectable cuisine from the row of establishments there, all waiting to satisfy even the most discriminating palates. There are also numerous restaurants and bars dotting the city where you can feast on your favorite Chinese, Japanese, Korean, American, European and Filipino dishes. Baked, boiled, broiled, fried, grilled, sautéed, simmered, or raw — you name it, they got it.  

Your next stop might be Matina Town Square—MTS to its throngs of habitués—a popular hang-out among yuppies, students, the business and social set and those who lead alternative lifestyles.  Loud, cavernous and bursting with activity, it boasts of an open bar called Taboan, meeting place in the vernacular, which features live band performances. 

Cloistered within its periphery are an array of small bars, restaurants, pizzerias, lounges and cafés, offering not only gustatory delights but also great fun for those who prefer a quieter night.  Want to cap the night with some hot thrills? You can always head for any of those girlie bars that add vibrancy to Davao’s exciting nightlife. There are quite a number of them all over the city, offering great music, shows, booze and fun until the wee hours of the morning.

Experience a little more of life’s pleasures by visiting any of the malls and shopping centers that have made Davao some sort of a shopping mecca in this part of the country.  Not only is the city home to malls like Victoria Plaza, Gaisano South, NCCC, and Gaisano Davao, but it’s also the site of SM City Davao, the very first branch built in Mindanao, if I’m not mistaken. These all-in-one shopping centers boast of different stores and booths carrying ready-to-wear items and products, many of which are internationally known brands. 

Davaoeños, like most Filipinos, have an incurable fondness for festivities even in the midst of so many difficulties plaguing the country. There are at least two, however, that have caught the attention of curious tourists who flock to Davao to join the celebrations. Every March 16, the city gears up for a display of pomp and pageantry as it celebrates Araw ng Dabaw, which commemorates the founding of the city way back in the 1930s. 

Then there’s Kadayawan, an annual festival usually held on the third week of August. This weeklong celebration and thanksgiving for a bountiful harvest showcases the city’s artistic, historical, and cultural heritage. Highlights of the festivities include a street party (hudyakaan), convergence of Davao’s various tribes (panagtagbo), floral float parade and competition (pamulak kadayawan), street dancing competition (indak-indak sa kadalanan), trade fairs and exhibits showcasing the Davao region and the rest of Mindanao’s homegrown fruits, flowers, food, and other fancy stuff, among others. 

Because of the many amenities it offers, Davao has emerged in recent years as the most favored convention site in the country, serving as venue of various national and international gatherings, trade expos, conventions, seminars, sports competitions and other crowd-drawing events. Tourist arrivals have been increasing as more people get to discover and explore the exotic charms of Davao’s rare orchids, mountain trails and festivals. Come to Davao and delight in the many dazzling treats that it offers. Come and discover for yourself why many have opted to stay and call this city their home. :D



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