Saturday, November 16, 2013

Making Sense of Yolanda



As my countrymen in the Philippines struggle with the aftermath of Yolanda/Haiyan, the world's biggest typhoon to make landfall to date, I struggle to find the words to describe the desperation that we feel, especially for us who are away from home, who cannot do much but reach out through words, through balikbayan boxes, through prayers and what little money we can send, all the same feeling that no matter what we do, it just wouldn't be enough.

Much has been said about inefficiency of our government leaders, of our inadequacy to deal with such catastrophe that though I cannot deny the frustration I wouldn't want to add to the stress and the negativity. Rather, I am writing simply to add another voice to the grateful, to let you all know how much we all appreciate the work that everyone is doing, especially those who are on ground - the tireless social workers and volunteers whose heroism day in day out continue to be a source of hope for all us, the local and foreign press who have kept us connected sharing vital information on places where help is much needed, thank you for keeping us up to speed and telling our story.

To the various countries and individuals from all around the globe who have come to support our tiny nation of seven thousand islands, generous with their aid and their resources, expressing symphaties, our heartfelt Salamat for being there, for thinking of us, for lending your able hands, God knows we cannot do this alone.

It is very hard to make sense of something so tragic, but at times like these losing hope is not an option.  As one writer has put it, we are a nation in mourning, but we are not helpless.

Underneath the stench of death, desolation and despair, we have exposed our soul as a nation. Underneath it all, we have shown the world, the stuff that Pinoys are made of - the incredible strenght of a real survivor. You see, we are a people who have, time and again weathered many storms and learned to adapt to all kinds of difficult situations, in our own country and in other places around the world, even in the direst of circumstances you will find us carrying on, as one family, calling each kabayan, (countrymen), ate or kuya (sister or brother), finding reasons to smile despite our many problems.

If there is a silver lining to it all,  not to undermine the great loss that many of my kabayans have suffered, I would say that Yolanda / Haiyan brought us all of us back to our senses,  rightly putting things into perspective.

The truth is, it so easy to be sucked in by the daily grind, by stuff, by so-called matters of consequences - politics, religion, career, fame, money, sex, technology, bad relationships, hollywood, etc but at the end of the day, what really matters most, and perhaps the only thing that matters is our Humanity.

This tragedy is a harsh reminder that no matter who we are, how far we've gone, how much money we have, how much we've achieve, we are all temporary tenants to this generous earth and all of us, regardless of the clothes we wear, our status in society, all of us are living on borrowed time.

That really at the end of the day, when you take away all the petty things, the only thing that would matter is how much, and how generously we loved each other. At the end of it all, we come to realize how our brief lives are only made significant by giving and making a difference in someone else's.

Having said that, still there are many who would rather turn a blind eye to those who are suffering, who would allow their selfish ambitions get the better of them. I pray that they would wake up, I pray that they would not waste time.  Every passing minute is an opportunity to turn it all around. If death is just around the corner, then let us make the days count, and let not those who have perished before us die in vain.

Yolanda may have taken so much from us, but battered as we are, we as Filipinos are proud to show the world what it means to truly live. We are putting our mark on the global map, to be defined as a nation and as people who know the secret to life, and that is to live and let live.


And now these three remain, Faith, hope and love, but the greatest of this is love. - 1 Corinthian 13 :13


Saturday, September 28, 2013

Being an Illustrado : A note on National Heroes Day

“There goes my hero, he’s ordinary ” goes a line from one my favorite songs by the Foo Fighters. 

I have always identified with this song for various reasons, but mostly because it reminds me of my everyday heroes - my late Lolo Marsing (who I fondly call Tatay) who has been an OFW all his life, he worked in Saudi to support his family, my Dad, who continues to take pictures of strangers for a living, my Mom  who has worked a 9-5 job since she was 20 while taking care of her family and doing all the house chores, my Lola (who I fondly call Mama) who remained strong and loyal throughout the years, married to an OFW and single-handedly raised her kids and grandkids - each of them and every hardworking Pinoy I’ve met in Dubai struggling to send money back home - they are my heroes. They inspire me to show up at work every day, to work hard and be nice.

Tatay worked as a Foreman for construction company in Saudi Arabia in 1980s. He had worked as an OFW for over 2 decades. 

Tatay on the field with another filipino co-worker. He was always generous and friendly towards them. Their wives would come to visit my grandma often and share stories. 


We celebrated National Heroes day recently amidst the brouhaha of the 10 Billion Peso Scam by Janet Napoles and our corrupt lawmakers. I hated them. I hated how the upper class, the elite, the ones in power continues to manipulate us like the Indios of Rizal’s time. But then I can’t help but think that maybe it is also our fault, the Middle Class, the Illustrado, the educated pinoy, the ones who know but can’t be bothered because we’re too busy taking selfies, or looking out for shopping bargains, working in our offices, watching out for low fares to Boracay, waiting for the next Superman installment, just maybe, we the so-called Illustrados, are in effect, to blame.

They say that Hate is not the opposite of Love, Apathy is. I am waking up to this realization that by being silent, by being apathetic, I have contributed to the damage. It is time we Illustrados rise up and fight for our rights and the rights of those who do not have a voice.

Tatay at their accomodation. Living in Dubai now, I can relate. 
Another day at work in the hot field. 

The Rise of the Middle Class

The recent Million People March that snowballed from social media to a full blown protest/picnic at the Rizal Park is a good indication of a middle class that is finally finding its voice. Thanks to Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Youtube and most of all, the blogsites that became a venue for Anonymous writers to freely reveal what they know. Detailed accounts of the nasty modus operandi of this long-standing organized mafia linked to some powerful people in government surfaced to the public via comments on a blog, free to share with no other agenda but to bring out the truth. 
Support came in from working class Filipinos from all sectors and from all over the world who felt the injustice of toiling everyday only to find out that their hard-earned tax-payers money is being squandered carelessly at Beverly Hills by some spoiled little rich girl who, perhaps unaware of their unexplained wealth, had the gall to post everything online. Her shiny Louboutins and their Disneyland mansions plastered all over social media made the case increasingly harder for us to ignore. These visuals triggered the ire of the otherwise indifferent middle class who finally found something to fight for.



 Fighting for Change

When I was younger, I refused to participate in discussions involving religion and politics thinking that these things are better left to the “adults.”  I was resigned to corruption in the Philippines the same way I was resigned to my Catholic upbringing. Both were something I was born into and were too late to change. Besides, I had other things I’d much rather worry about, like “bakit hindi ako crush ng crush ko?” 

It was only when I came to Dubai, when I lived with our kabayans and met many other different nationalities that I started to open my eyes to the realities of being a Christian and being a Filipino. I learned how it is not easy being a Pinoy in the Middle East and how coming from a third-world country limits my opportunities despite my merits. I saw first-hand how the lack of jobs in the Philippines has led many to leave their families behind and how corruption in the Philippine government continues to take advantage of our OFWs.
On the other hand, I also witnessed first-hand the kindness of strangers, especially of kabayans, how their simple “malasakit” have changed countless lives and steered them for the better. I was reacquainted with the phrase “love thy neighbor as you love thyself” in a concrete setting.  I learned that faith, more than anything else, is an action word, and if I wanted anything to change I needed to get involve. Cliché as it may seem, the change I wanted to see really had to begin with me.

Tatay on a rare occassion of attending my grade school graduation, with my Mom and Mama (grandma) . I did my best to make them proud, that gold medal was priceless to them.  


It’s all in the mind

A revolution, a real revolution, the kind that inspires real change, all of them begins in the mind.
In most Pinoy gatherings  (and we have a lot of these with a lot of pork dishes too), I hear talk about corruption, all of us pinoys hate our government, but only a few really believe that Philippines can be saved.  I cannot blame them. Hundreds of years had passed since our national hero, Rizal wrote his epic Noli me Tangere, yet it remains relevant today, reflecting the same ills that our society is suffering from since the 1800s. Nothing much has changed.

The 10 Billion Peso Pork Barrel scam and its catastrophic implications are no less than disheartening. I can understand the sentiments of most of my collegues when they say “wala naman mangyayari” or “ganyan naman lagi”. 

Perhaps it is so, but the little spark in me won’t die because I know for a fact (and I can swear on my Lolo’s grave) that heroes, real heroes, are just ordinary men and women doing extraordinary things.  

If only we can change our way of thinking, if only we start to believe in our own capabilities. There is no better time for us, the Illustrados, to wake up and inspire the change we want to see by sticking to our ideals and sharing what we know. Today, with social media as our connecting thread, one click can go a long way.  It is time to finally make use of our expensive smartphones and education degrees that are parents worked hard to provide.


It is time for us to actively participate in our country’s future as we all share a common destiny. It is about time we stop wasting our potential. Be a hero minus the dorky cape.     

Tatay's final resting place. He has lived and died a hero and he will stay in our hearts forever.

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

The Saga Continues: A Summary of the Napoles Pork Barrel Scam Expose from an Anonymous Office worker


I am reposting this from the original blog. An anonymous office worker has summarized the Pork Barrel Scam-Napoles saga for us, for easy reading. She wrote this at the risk of being reprimanded by her boss for not doing her day job. Mabuhay ka !

Para sa mga naguguluhan, eto na :

Anonymous says:
SUMMARY OF THIS BLOG, DIFFERENT ONLINE BLOGS AND ONLINE NEWS ABOUT THIS MULTI BILLION PESO SCAM FOR EASY READING
(JULY 31 – AUGUST 6) UPDATES

- Jimmy Napoles is a retired Marine Major officer and BFF with Gregorio “Gringo” Honasan. They are together in the failed coup attempt during the Cory administration. Jimmy Napoles’ was operating the .50 calibre gun of an APC or Battle Tank charging to Camp Crame when it ran out of fuel. Philippine Army fired mortar shells to the APC / Battle Tank and poured fuel and set the vehicle on fire to flush out people inside. The driver of the APC / Battle Tank Died and Jimmy Napoles was burned. Jimmy was confined at V. Luna hospital. Honasan was jailed.

- The Napoles family are:
Jaime “Jimmy” Napoles
Janet “Jenny” “Dragon” Lim Napoles
Jo-Christine “X-Tin” “Neneng” Lim Napoles
James “Butsoy” Lim Napoles
Jeane “Las Vegas” Lim Napoles
Christian Napoles

- The Luy / Lim Siblings:
Ronald “Bullet” Francisco Lim
Janet “Jenny” “Dragon” Lim Napoles
Reynald “Jojo” Luy Lim

- The Luys/Lims lineage originated in Mindanao, particularly in Maluso, Lamitan, Zambonga and Cagayan De Oro.

- The Napoles family own properties in office unit in Ortigas, houses in Ayala Alabang, houses and plot of lands in Forbes Park, a Hotel in California, an apartment unit in Las Vegas, farmlands in Zamboanga and other real estate properties in the Philippines, USA and China, bank accounts in Philippines, USA, Hong Kong and China.

- The Apprentices:
John Lim (Eldest son of three children of Ronald “Bullet” Francisco Lim)
Role: JLN Corporation money courier and delivery boy to the politicians
Benhur Luy (Relative, half brother, anak ng katulong, of the Lims and Luys)
Role: Works closely with Janet as an assistant, courier and accountant. Turned whistle blower after relationship fallout with Janet.
Merlina Suñas (JLN Employee)
Role: Installed as a President by Janet for the NGO People’s Organization For Progress and Development Foundation Inc. Turned also as whistleblower

- There are still 4 unidentified whistleblowers under the “protection” of DOJ and NBI. All whistleblowers are former JLN employees.

- These are the people with very very closed ties with Janet and served as bank / investment account holders after they turn the PDAF / SARO cheques into cash. Consolidated value listed is bigger than actual amount. Transaction period from 2007 – 2011.

Gertrudes Luy: Php65milion
William Lim: Php35million
Vanessa Ajos Eman: Php30million
Edwin Tan: Php10million
Liza Ho Maclang: Php15million
Winnie Villanueva: Php120million
John Raymond De Asis: Php130million
Rosita Kawson Co: Php Php32million
Bonifacio Lao Maclang: Php10million
Karen Panlilio Pantoja: Php40million

- JNL’s NGO / Foundation that were created within 10 years:

Development Program for Farmers Foundation Inc.
People’s Organization for Progress and Development Foundation Inc.
Philippine Agri and Economic Program for Farmers Foundation Inc.
Agrikultura Para Sa Magbubukid Foundation Inc.
Masaganang Ani Para Sa Magsasaka Foundation Inc.
Countrywide Agri and Rural Economic Developmen Foundation Inc.

- Prospero Pichay created the Asia Prime Energy Development Corp (Asia Star Power Resources Corporation) and Jimmy Napoles is the Chairman Of The Board. The purpose of the corporation is to become a front company in the energy sector in Mindanao as a provider of electricity and power. Funding for their “proposed projects” will be coming from PDAF of house representatives members based in the South.

http://a-starpower.com/BOARD_MEMBERS_AND_OFFICERS.html

- Manuel “Mar” Roxas is implicated because of his cousin / relative Johnny Roxas, a former JLN employee. The two Roxas received gifts like cars and watches from JLN as an incentive for PDAF allocations and signatures of mayors in the Negros region.

- Panfilo Lacson is implicated because the Napoles and Lacson have the same real estate agent in purchasing houses in Ayala Alabang on San Isidro St.

- Bong Revilla, Jinggoy Estrada, Juan Ponce Enrille, Tito Soto, Jurdin Jesus Romualdo, Zenaida Ducut, Prospero Pichay, Rene Maglanque, Albert OJ Ambagan, Erwin Chiongbian, Gregorio Ipong,Proceso Alcala, are only the FEW of the COUNTLESS politicians the benefited from JLN Corp. through their ghost projects

- There are confirmed (or alleged?) 115 members of house of representatives that benefitted from JLN’s Foundation. They earned from Php2million to Php200million in a span of 10 years.

- JLN Corporation has an office address at 2502 Discovery Centre in Ortigas Centre.

- Discovery Center / Suites is owned by the Tiu family. Jose “Jun” Pareno is the COO of Discovery Suites. Ruben Tiu has a coal mining business overseas. One of the Tiu daughters is the girlfriend of James “Butsoy” Lim Napoles.

- After the whistleblowers’ accounts, couple of bombs already happened in Mindanao, birth place of the Luys, Lims, and the Napoleses.

- You can follow another blog at for another perspective:
http://dulzspeaks.blogspot.com/2013/08/anonymous-speaks-pork-barrel-scam.html



(Napagalitan ako ng boss ko dahil hindi ko na fax yung purchase order sa supplier namin dahil ginagawa ko ito. Hindi ko alam kung papano ako makakatulong sa bansa para malunasan itong issue na ito, pero sana sa pag summarize ko ng mga balita, makatulong ako. At kayo mambabasa para naman sulit yung pagalit ng boss ko sakin, i-share nyo na lang itong pinaghirapan ko sa mga social media sites niyo hanggang sa kumalat sa buong mundo.)

Thursday, August 8, 2013

Sex Scandals & Philippine Politics : The Dirty Nasty Truth


In the Philippines, we used to have that old idiom  don't wash your dirty laundry in public, but social media is now changing all of that. Now with Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, everyone else is playing with dirty laundry, and somehow I think its a good thing.




I'm a big fan of the series Gossip Girl, where one insider gets access to the lives and scandals of the upper elites and exposes them to unsuspecting masses. I think its a great idea, and it seems to be happening now in the Philippines.  I really don't care much about the recent Sex scandal of rockstar Chito Miranda and girlfriend Neri, or the boring family feuds like the Barretos, but there's a big bomb exploding daily on a small blog about a certain Napoles family, and its turning out to be the biggest scam so far that has been uncovered by investigative reporters – that of the P10 B scam that involved the Priority Development Assistance Fund (PDAF), better known as the pork barrel
Napoles and her Government offical friends spreading their Evil (i'm stealing from you all) grin. 

Comments by Anonymous on this blog post has revealed detailed information on how this super Elites and organized Crime lords, many of them holding government offices are stealing BILLIONS every year from our hardearned taxpayers money, while 70% of our country remain below poverty.

People are now talking about the sex tape of famous rockstar Chito Miranda, but the truth is this 10B peso Pork Barrel Scam, this obscene weath that this filthy opportunists have amassed through the years since the time of Diosdado Macapagal, to Marcos to the present, has put us all in the same hopeless boat, has put our kababayans in squalor while the tacky noveau riche like the Napoles gets to party in NYC and drown in champagne wearing Loubotins - THIS, This to me is the real OBSCENITY.  This is the real Dirty, Nasty Shit. This is what we should be talking about. Not some homemade video sex tape.



Actually this particular news is not new to me or to all of us Pinoys. We all know this. We each have our own "anak ni mayor", "kaibigan ni governor" stories enough to justify this. The culture of corruption in our country has come to point where people, all of us regular pinoys, have just come to accept that it is part of our daily lives. Thinking it is hopeless to fight, we became  helpless and lazy, that we have come to accept that our government officials are free to get away with it. Sometimes we even try to benefit from it, because come to think of it we like the idea of VVIP.

But this has to stop. Right now we have rays of hope. We are on the verge of change.  We are getting positive credit ratings world wide, our tourism sector is growing, our Filipino expats (OFWs) are making way for stronger middle class but yet this chain of corruption keeps dragging us down. THIS HAS TO STOP.

I urged you to sign the petition and take a stand against this widespread corruption. We need to pressure Broadcast media like the evil empire of ABS CBN (who has been mum about this issue) to support  this, we need to this by ourselves.

A group of concerned citizens and former government officials have filed a petition on Change.Org for the Office of the Ombudsman to investigate the misuse of the Pork Barrel Fund. There are a few good men. Let's support them. 


Mahal ko ang Pilipinas at nahihirapan ang mga tao taon taon, habang ang mga mismong government officials ang nagnanakaw sa kaban na dapat ay gamitin para umunlad ang bansa. Madami ang sangkot at talamak ang corruption sa Pilipinas pero naniniwala ako na hindi ako nagiisa, madami ang sawang-sawa na sa magsasamantala ng mga corrupt sa gobyerno. Nagpapakahirap kami dito sa ibang bansa for our families back home, to give them a better life and in turn improve our situation in the country, lahat ng mangagawa sa Pinas ay sapilitang nagbabayad ng buwis. 

That is HARD-EARNED taxpayers money that they are stealing from us and using to service their lavish lifestyles, and obscene wealth. I am just one person, but I still believe there are good people in government and in private institutions like our broadcast media who can turn this thing around. Let's do this together. This time around wag tayong maging bulag. Let's bring this system of corruption down and call for change!


“Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed, citizens can change the world. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has.”

Sincerely, 
Kristine Abante 
Dubai, UAE 

Friday, July 19, 2013

Georgia On My Mind : The Road to Kazbegi

After spending half a day in Tbilisi and the other half in Mskheta, our second day in Georgia was booked for a roadtrip to Kazbegi to witness the Greater Causcausus.



For this trip, there were still 11 of us, all Filipinos except for one Dutch. We booked a bus and a driver to take us there, along with our host Bahman who served us our guide. We  paid 45 Lari each, and I would say 45 Lari well spent.


The road to Kazbegi is not without its so called "Thrills", I would probably not recommend it to the faint-hearted, those who don't like humps and bumps and driving along narrow roads next to steep mountain cliffs. Let us just say that I am grateful to have hired a seasoned professional driver and a guide to take us there.




I don't remember the names of most of the places where we stopped and took photos, but I remember seeing majestic rivers, beautiful green countryside, lambs and their shepherds crossing the street, and  of
course Snow peaked mountains for the first time ever in my life.






One of my most vivid and mundane memory from childhood was staring at a calendar from my Mom's office, and looking at the month of February that had an image of people Skiing in the snowy mountains on a bright sunny morning. I was maybe 4 or 5 years old. I remember thinking how come the snow doesn't melt even if its sunny.




Snow in the summer was sight to see.  I can just imagine how beautiful this town would be in the Winter. They said that its mostly a Ski Resort and that the Great Causcausus rivals the French Alps in that regard.

All through out the ride, we were just constantly in awe (and sometimes in fear.. of heights). It was just Beautiful, the way nature intends itself to be. I was like seeing Mother Nature without makeup on, and just resting easily in a place that not many people know of.



While on the way, our well-travelled friend who has been to Paris and Rome and everywhere else in Europe it seems, said that Georgia is quickly coming up on her top 3 list of most beautiful places ever, that is saying a lot.

I have not been to Europe, in fact this is the closest I have been to Europe, but it still seemed to me that it might not get any better than this one, not just for the landscape, but just the whole uniqueness of it, sitting at the crossroads between Asia and Europe,  a place that has been there for centuries, that still seem mostly untouched.

Georgian art and culture on the walls of the viewing deck to the magnificent Causcausus.

You know how you sometimes you looked at postcards and you imagine yourself in them. Kazbegi is that kind of a place, it is too good to be true that our pictures still seem like the background was photoshopped or something.

Perhaps many will agree that there are some places that cannot simply be captured by pictures or words, no matter what I say or how many millions of photos we've taken, Kazbegi will always be one of those places.

Wish you were here! (actual mountain on the background, no photoshop required)


There's no other way, you just need to see it, you just gotta take that high road, you just need to be there.






Friday, July 5, 2013

Georgia on My Mind : Finding Mtskheta


I'm not a big fan of travelling in big groups, but I would say there are good sides to this. One of that is being forced to move your lazy ass and make the most of your day, the other is basic economics. After checking in at the hostel, getting some breakfast and walking around Rustaveli, we decided to spend the afternoon at ancient capital Mtskheta , about an hour away from Tbilisi. 

To get there, we took a Subway train to Didube bus station. The metro station was a close 5 minutes picturesque walk from our Hostel. Like all metros, you can buy a Metro card and fill it with minimum 2GEL, the ride to Didube would cost only 0.50 GEL. 






Now, it is no secret that I am a big fan of trains and train stations, old European stations are the best as far as I'm concerned.   We took the long escalator down a  rabbit hole on to the platform for Tbilsi metro.  It has more stations underground that my claustrophobic friend was almost to the verge of tears while I just loved every  minute of it. The train was an old remnant of Russian engineering, but I would say its  80% faster and sturdier than the Dubai metro.



Upon reaching Didube Bus station, we were told to look for the mini-buses or “mashrutkas “ going to Mtskheta. Now this is when things got interesting as the station close to a mini market, had lots of people, but we couldn't seem to find anyone who knew english, except for the taxi drivers who are fighting to take us for a grand price of 100Lari. Do not panic and fall for this.


Check out the Cherries.
A good thing, one of myDubai Couchsurfing friend Ron has been to Georgia before and he gave me his Georgian hosts' number, Beka, in case we needed any help. So I called up Beka using my Geocell number (buylocal sim cards, i paid 3Gel for the card, extra 10Lari for Data, Geocell has the best signal). Beka, on the phone, told me to look for a guy who is NOT a taxi driver and to give him the phone. 

They exchanged a few Georgian words, and a minute later the old man was guiding us to the ticket counter for the Mashrutkas to Mtskheta. We paid an amazing 1Lari each and soon we we're on the road, out of Tbilisi and on to ancient capital of Msketa.  

We reached Mskheta a little around 1pm. The goal was to go to Jvari Monastery. Mtskheta is small enough that it is possible to see the entire town on foot. The one exception to  this rule is Jvari monastery, which is far from the town center and located on top of a mountain.



There were a handful of taxis, and we found one small souvenir shop were a lady knew english. She helped us booked a car - 25 lari per car, going up the hill to Jvari.  Being Pint-sized asians, we manage to squeeze 5 of us in each car, so that ended up to only 4 Lari per person. Travelling with a group of Asians has its perks. 

Yes, they use good ol' Mercedes "chedengs" as Taxis. 

I have warned you about Georgian drivers, flatland or uphill, they don't seem to go below 80. Do not question their driving - Its Georgia! 


Finding Jvari Monastery is a little close to finding the Sound of Music set and you can't help but want to spread your arms and sing "The Hills are alive...." 







My friend Harvey and his funky hair got instant celebrity status. 

Certified Asian Tourists that we are, We took a thousand pictures buta strange thing happened when the kids started asking us to take pictures with them. Little did we realize, we just turned from tourist to becoming tourist attractions ourselves. 

A wedding was going on inside, this was the first of many weddings that we will encounter on the trip. Georgians are 80% Christians (mostly Orthodox), much like the Philippines (mostly Catholics) but perhaps the similarities stops at demographics, because unlike us who are mostly Christians in paper, the Georgians seem to be more in touch with tradition, more conservative and generally more...peaceful.  

I had the general impression that to them, Religion was a way of life and not merely an irrelevant accident.   

On the way down, we walked towards the Svetitskhoveli Cathedral, one of most sacred places in Georgia and, along with Jvari Monastery, founded in 1010. 





It was mid afternoon, a wedding was also going on, and for a moment there I just felt like I literally stepped back in time as we reached the façade of an Old tavern where a horse-drawn carriage is parked. 


You're just like a dream...The Svetitskhoveli Cathedral has been there since the 4th Century. 


Stumbling upon medieval times. 


Our late lunch was definitely worth the wait. Grilled pork, potatoes and their amazing homebrewed beer at Old Taverna. Georgian Folk music was playing loud in the background and the happy pretty waitresses were willing to teach us how to dance the Georgian way.  

Pork barbeque, bring your own vinegar!
Dance lessons from Georgian waitress.






I know the days will pass, we will soon go back to pick up our  daily routines, our endless responsibilities, and inevitably our good memories might soon to be replaced by other travels, but for a moment there i wanted to stay in that magic bubble. To live in the sacred  memory of drinking draft beer in a beautiful, medieval place one lovely afternoon. 

Madloba Mtskheta.   

Gaumarjos!



To be continued....(up next the great Road trip to Kazbegi)

Also check out my previous blog about landing in Tbilisi.










Saturday, June 29, 2013

Georgia on My Mind : A Taste of Tbilisi



Taking a 3-hour red eye flight on budget airline Fly Dubai, we arrived in Tbilisi early, at 5am on a Thursday morning, a big tour group of 11, all Filipinos except for one Dutch guy. Tbilisi Airport was a quaint little efficient airport in a middle of a sleepy town.

With hardly any line at the immigration, our shiny 1-week tourist visas were issued quickly upon paying 50Lari (around 120dhs) which we took happily, considering how pretty it looked on our passports.

The door going out had a huge sign saying “Tbilisi Loves You” and from that moment on, I somehow sort of knew that this was gonna be a good trip.

Taxi drivers were waiting outside, speaking in broken English and a mix of Russian, and Georgian,  we negotiated a fair price based on what we were told – which was around 25-30 Lari per car, which can hold a maximum of 4 people, going to Rustaveli Avenue, Tbilis's main avenue, and where our hostel was located.

The trip to the hostel took less than 10 minutes, while we buckled up on the backseat thinking Tbilisi Drivers must have been retired Formula One racers.  Soon we had our first experience of the Georgian highway and got acquainted with their speed limits or lack thereof. 

BHM hostel was a nice decent place right across the grand Marriot Hotel along the famous Rustaveli.  Bahman the Iranian owner and operator was nice guy who helped us settle in, gave us tips on where to go, how much to pay, what to try and arranged for the next day’s road trip.

Across our hostel, the Rustaveli Theatre, the largest and one of the oldest Theatres in Georgia. 


There was a bookstore below the hostel, and it was just perfect.
As for me, every city I've been to has its own unique smell.  The crisp old-world smell of Tbilisi's  Rustaveli Avenue on that bright Thursday morning was exhilarating to me like the smell of an old book being opened. It was love at first sight. It was my kind of place, a thousand-year old city, charming, brimming with culture and history, and best of all -  non-mainstream.




We were most probably the only Filipino tourist at the time, as we kept on getting stared at and asked if we were Chinese. Anonymity is freedom and frankly a great retreat from  the  condescending cosmopolitan Dubai.

Dobre Utra! Read all about it. 
The tourist / hipster Cafe.
Gorgeous Georgian women. 

Our neighbors whispering about us. 


We spent the morning wandering around, as I soaked in the old architecture and the lovely little pieces of sculpture and street art that lurks at almost every corner.





I'm not a big grocery fan, meaning I don't really like grocery shopping, but I have to admit, Groceries in foreign places are the best way to take a crash course on its people and culture.  Two minutes in a Tbilisi grocery and I discovered the great Georgian spirit, (or spirits)  -

All kinds of Alcohol. Name it and they have it, 2 Liters of beer is only 4dhs, ut the best ones are homemade.




This and pork. Its truly a piece of heaven for deprived pork & beer fans like us coming from Dubai.
History has it that Georgian's discovered wine and that Tbilisi's landmark statue, the Mother of Georgia overlooking the city holds a bowl of wine in her right hand to welcome friends and a sword to ward off enemies.




At this point, I was ready. I was ready to embrace Mother Georgia (ok, and maybe the hot Georgian men)  and drink from her sweet bowl.  Jeff Buckley's version of Lilac wine plays on my mind as I learned one very useful and important Georgian word that came handy in many later situations : Gaumarjos!

(to be continued..)
Up next, the Ancient Capital, Mtskheta...


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They say you shouldn't believe the things you tell yourself at night but I tend to believe in seven impossible things before breakfast so I might as well them down.

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