Thursday, October 16, 2014

40 KMS TO CUYAPO [and more]

Cuyapo is a loaf of good memories.

There's a big slice of that very "Stand By Me" weekend in Burgos with Freddie, Arbel, and Leo when good life is just a cocktail of gin-Sprite-KoolAid and an unexpected kiss from the college sweetheart.

Even the crumbs are bursting with funny moments, like Arbel's eternally gelled hair and Leo proclaiming to the world [read: us] how he will amass all the coins in Cuyapo and dump sacks of these at the doorstep of a former high school girlfriend who will be married to a US Navy retiree.

Oyet P. too has a slice with his story of how the Americans captured Apolinario Mabini by bribing a young boy with candy, and a pilot swooping down the Paitan Lake every time his plane passes by Cuyapo.

And there's Bulan's and Lupo Domingo Quilban riding the gentle slopes between Munoz and Talugtug and keeping up in the harsher rolling hills between Talugtug and Cuyapo.


It was their first ride together and Ariel Guieb Tangilig's first encounter with Cuyapo's St. Roch, so I thought that deserve a huge slice from the memory loaf too, plus a heaping plate of miki from Joy-Ling's Pansiteria.



I'm not sure what happened two days after except that I woke up on a Wednesday reeking of beer and nuked Spam, then me and Ariel Guieb Tangilig scratching the itch of a mysterious unnamed dirt-turned-muddy road which took us to Palusapis, then another which brought us to San Anton, and then the company of two buxom ladies in a late-starting forum and their gift of a take-home Jollibee spaghetti which I suspect is the culprit in my 4-day bout with diarrhea.



Now that [the diarrhea] don't deserve a slice from the memory loaf but the lingering perfume of the two buxom ladies surely do.

Thursday, October 09, 2014

RIDING FOR THE WALKER

Pero bago 'yan ay nagpunta muna ako sa Baloc hindi para tuklasin ang misteryo ng bati ni Jowa tuwing araw ni San Geronimo kundi para makikain sa handa ni Kuya Jun.

'Yun lang tapos maikling meeting kina Kuya Manny at Kuya Arnel.

Hanggang ngayon ay hindi ko malaman kung sino ang naglatag ng Johnny Walker Gold Reserve at German beer [although natatandaan ko na may dalawang mamang payat at bilugin na nagdala ng kaldereta at pinapaitang kambing].
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Kaya bilang paghingi ng despensa kay San Geronimo ay naglakbay kami ni Ariel Guieb Tangilig ng 50.5 kilometro nung sumunod na araw para tumanghod sa Simbahan ni Sto Domingo [korek, sa bayan ng Sto. Domingo].


Kinabukasan yung Climate Walk ni Yeb na sinabayan ko ng 19.3 kilometrong padyak sa ibabaw ni Ariel Guieb Tangilig dahil hindi ko na talaga kayang lumuwas papuntang Luneta. 

Naghain din ako ng Jollibee spaghetti para sa mga Diwata ng mga Mahilig Lumakad upang panatilihang ligtas ang pagpo-protesta ni Yeb sa mga kawalanghiyaang nagaganap sa UN climate change negotiations at sa Philippine Climate Change Commission na din siguro.



Kaya mula ng Oktubre 2, lahat ng biyahe namin ni Ariel Guieb Tangilig ay nakahandog sa lakad ni Yeb. 

May sumpaan nga kami na tatapatan namin ng pagbibisikleta ang 860 kilometrong lalakarin ni Yeb hanggang sa makarating siya sa Tacloban.

Sa Simbahan ni San Antonio [korek again, sa bayan ng San Antonio] kami nagawi ni Ariel Guieb Tangilig sa unang linggo ng Oktubre, matapos ang masaganang almusal na tuyo, itlog na pula, torta, miswa, at ang late nang dumating na pritong gurami. 

Nagtalo ang kalooban ko sa huling kalahati ng 71 kilometro naming tinakbo at hanggang ngayon ay hindi pa ako makapagdesisyon kung nakabuti o nakasama ang isinagawang pagpapaayos sa simbahan.


Daladala ko ang nagtutunggaling damdamin hanggang sa pabinyag ng second crop ni Bitoy kaya siguro naparami ang sandok ko ng menudo, litson, at kaldereta; kaya siguro napasobra ang nabuksang SMB pale pilsen; at maaaring kaya naipangutang ng bisikleta si Bulan kahit wala sa plano.


Kaya ratsada na naman kinabukasan pero hindi sa ibabaw ni Ariel Guieb Tangilig. 

Sa Katedral ni San Jose [korek na korek, nasa Lungsod ng San Jose siya] ay nabinyagan ang bisikleta ni Bulan sa pangalang Lupo Domingo Quilban. 


At para higit pa siyang maging banal ay humingi kami ng karagdagang basbas sa Simbahan ni Santiago ang mas Dakila sa bayan ng Lupao [walang santo na ang pangalan ay Lupao kaya iba ang pangalan ng simbahan].   


Sa Simbahan ni San Sebastian [oo, sa Lungsod ng Munoz na apelyidong Kastila at hindi pangalan ng santo] ay inialay namin ang unang 59.5 kilometrong tinakbo ni Lupo Domingo Quilban, at ang panalanging maluwalhating makarating si Yeb sa kanyang paroroonan.


May 710.2 kilometro pa kaming kailangang takbuhin para sa kanya...

Monday, September 29, 2014

THE DAY ARIEL GUIEB TANGILIG WENT TO CHURCH

The Revel 29er is no more.

And Ariel Guieb Tangilig [AGT] rise like the steam escaping from a pot of boiling pinapaitan competing with the sound of cheap brandy pouring while muntik-nang-maabot-ang-langit [MNMAL] cover a song ripped by Natalie Imbruglia from Ednaswap.  


As such, AGT must expunge the memory of MNMAL and the unwanted calories from too much grilled catfish, goat meat, and free range chicken stew as its first task.


Then came the poison of roasted pig and buffalo laced with a potent cocktail of beef-with-broccoli, chicken whatever, shrimp tempura, the duck adobo and fried tilapia that came in the middle of dinner, and a deluge of light beer and brandy amidst the performance of a so-so band whose only redemption is its bassist that I got to treat to a drink or two or a dinner maybe someday.  


I have sinned, in diet and in thought, which AGT must atone on my behalf, in the hilltop church of Our Mother of Perpetual Help, in the crowded churchyard of St. John the Evangelist, through the whole 67 kilometers of lonely inner roads from Munoz to Talugtug to Guimba to Munoz, and a pretentious noodle bowl that dare to call itself a ramen.




Amen.