Behold! This post is photo blogged
When my little daughter’s school had an outreach program last January 5, we were very hesitant to allow her to go. Because, we knew the road going there is not only narrow and dusty, but somehow reminiscent of Baguio City. Sans cemented road. Frequent landslides have caused parts of the area always closed to vehicular traffic.
The parents ( of Grade 1 and Grade 2 pupils) could not complain, as the Barangay which was assigned to us was the one that our parent leader had picked in a manual raffle. Hence, everything was planned. Each pupil had to bring gifts for the kids of the community. We also need to bring foods for kids and their parents. A short program was to be choreographed, too. All in the spirit of teaching our kids the virtue of giving and sharing.
The reason why me and the hubby could not let the chance passed by our daughter. Trekking a community up the mountains for a good cause.
Barangay Labi is the last Barangay constituent of our town that borders Aurora Province. Cemented road ended at the foot of a mountain at the end of Barangay Calaanan.
From there, we zigzagged through narrow roads. By the way, this was also the same road en route to Baler. A town in Aurora which is becoming famous for its beaches and surfing areas. But, then, this national road was closed. Tourist who will want to go to Baler will have to take the Pantabangan (Canili) Road. A higher trek for vehicles but said to be more stable.
Most vehicles running by here were trucks loaded with light supplies. We have to stop in corner roads once a truck is passing. As we passed by few more hills, we were in awe with nature’s best scenery…lush forests, rivers cascading down the hills, limestones huge as a building, magnificent trees, wild flowers, sound of chirping birds, and couple of small waterfall cascading through huge boulders and onto the road…
We couldn’t help but stopped by on one. Too careful not to break the silence of the surrounding. All we can hear was the cascade of water coming down from a cliff. I wonder when torrents came hard at this area. Rocks may be sprawled on the road, preventing the community people to crossed the area. How can they reached/bought supplies at the town area?
I wonder how old may this tree be? I prayed that illegal loggers who frequent this place spared the trees here. Mighty trees. I shall pray for you.
Finally, we arrived at our destination. The school is perched on a hill. Most of the building were apparently newly built. The views were amazing. Mountains on all direction. Greens.
Greeted by drizzle which were frequent in higher altitudes. Hence, as we alighted, we felt the cool breeze. Brrrr…
And, soon after wards, a prism of colors greeted us, too. I’ve seen couple of rainbows, but, this one’s truly transcendent. It’s almost like you can touch it and go over it. The feeling is exulting!
And, as the guest pupils and parents gather in a small, cramped room and began the program, me and the hubby and other parents wandered off the place where we find refuge from the morning breeze and the drizzle at the native huts (kubo) which serves as rest area for the school children. Noticed that the “kubo” was disheveled. One parent told us that the place was constantly visited by violent winds. Oh! Rain, floods, landslides, winds. What else could have this community endure?
Flash floods? Yes, frequent. The twin typhoon last October had caused the approach of this Labi Bridge to collapsed. Isolating the main Barangay which was at the other end of the bridge. During the flood, locals were evacuated at the town’s gymnasium until such time flood waters receded. It was a common sight typhoon after typhoon. The town mayor had continually pleaded the locals to evacuate the place and had set up relocation area for them, that is, the area around where the school is built. Nonetheless, people opted to stay on and continue to ignore the danger the river had posed.
Coming here some five years ago, I noticed at how the river had changed its course. Eating parts of the mountain where I stood near, causing the fall of the bridge. The cliff was 4-storey high.
How, then, the people could pass by? Locals built footbridges. Noticed the kids/parents passing by? We follow them after the program. We were saddened by how much danger they have to go through without the bridge. Especially for the small children who were going to school everyday.
The day was very enlightening. We do not regret allowing our little grade schooler see the plight of other kids. It humbles them to see that they needed to value whatever luxury that they were enjoying and hoped that in their young minds impacted a thought that there are unfortunate little ones who were missing out on, among other things, basic necessities of life.
My share for Green Monday, Mellow, Yellow Monday, Blue Monday, Ruby Tuesday, Color Connection
(Enjoy greens, yellows, blues, reds, and a whole rainbow of colors here in this post.)