Sunday, July 15, 2012

One week ago today...Part 2

The following is taken from my journal of our experience in Tabuk, Kalinga province in the northern Philippines. Here are a few things you'll need to know:
Tabuk - a city in Kalinga province, northern Philippines, a few hours north of Manila
Bugnay - a remote tribal village in the mountains a few hours away from Tabuk
Sagada - a city in Mountain province that attracts international tourists
Achao & Georgia Macad - husband and wife who started a maternity clinic in Tabuk (Achao is from Bugnay)
Crystal Meeks - a midwife who started a maternity clinic in Bugnay, a remote village in the mountains
Sara & Fonda - friends from the clinic in Davao


Bugnay
July 8, 2012
On Sunday morning we got up about 5:45am. We made coffee and sat outside looking at our pictures from the jeepney ride. The temp outside was 71°F before we received direct sunlight, because of the high mountains. With the sun it quickly climbed above 80°F.

After breakfast, we left for church in Bugnay. That meant hiking down to the river, crossing the bridge and climbing the rice terraces on the other side. Going down was somewhat strenuous. It was concrete slabs and concrete steps. I imagine rain makes it a lot trickier. The bridge was two steel suspension cables with thick, metal mesh walkway. Christina was worried about it, but with Sara's help, she made it across! Then we had to walk up to the village through some rice terraces. It was a narrow path with a several-foot drop off to one side, but there was ample footing. The steps were made of stones, and some were crumbling, but most were good and solid.

We worked our way through the village to the church. Most homes were wood with a tin roof and dirt floor. Only a few were cement. The church building was wood with tin roof and rather warm. But it still felt nicer than in Davao. The service was simple and rather short. We walked in near the end of the singing. Then scripture reading, then the message from the pastor. We then sang a song with the people (Hallelu/Praise Ye the Lord). There were a few testimonies, communion (with mango/orange juice and Skyflakes/saltines) and offering. They sang an upbeat song and people went forward to give either pesos or rice. After announcements and prayer the service was over.
Then we visited with the family of Achao. Sara took us on a walk to see the rice fields more closely. We saw the bundles of rice and how they dry them for 30 days. It was really neat to see the rice plant up close. We headed back to Crystal with Achao's family. Soon we saw the villagers start harvesting a nearby rice field. We got a good look at how they actually do it and how they all work together. I saw one guy collect the rice stalks in his left. His right hand held a knife (blade down towards his arm) while he grabbed just a few stalks with his right, using the knife to cut them. All in one motion! Then three people pass their collected stalks to a fourth guy who ties them together.


We headed back to the clinic for lunch. We hung out in the afternoon, just chatting. We did a little laundry, and I sat on the terrace/balcony enjoying the view. Listening to the river and seeing the valley remind me of Pine Creek. After the sun slipped behind the mountains, the breeze slowed down, but the temperature started dropping. Around 6:30pm it was already 79°F with a slight drizzle falling. It's an incredible feeling to look around and see mountains above me for all 360°. Even up and down the river you cannot see too far because the mountains fold around and obscure the view.
We soon ate our last supper in Moro. Then we packed up all of our things, showered and went to sleep.

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