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One fine day
in paradise |
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Source: Inquirer |
Author: Cecile Bernardino-Laguarda |
Date: 1999-11-27 |
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HOLD on tight, your knuckles are
turning white.
At the rate you keep on tugging and
reeling inside the four-wheel-drive Suzuki Samurai, the trip could
save you an entire week's sweat-out at the gym. Or even better.
There's no easy way in, or
out. Getting to Barangay
Miasong in Tupi, South
Cotabato, is one for the
extreme athletes. An action
adventure on 3-D.
The roads are craggy and
fit only for horses that
gallop and spring at the
sight of fallen trees and crevices. Rickety truck ambitious
enough to try their luck would end up leaving a long trail of
rusty parts along the way.
Then there are the huge boulders that wait for the most
hair-raising time to slide and make your day. If you are a
homebody with nary a trace of risk-taking spirit in your bones,
go back to bed and sleep. This one's not for you.
Pineapple country
Barangay Miasong is right at the foot of Mt. Matutum.
Inhabited by barely hundreds of residents scattered around its
more or less a thousand-hectare farmland, the place is as cool as
Baguio City due to its elevation of 950 meters (2,800 feet) above
sea level.
Local folk earn their keep by planting cabbages, sweet potatoes,
corn and pineapple. A pineapple company, T'boli
Agro-Industrial Development Inc. (Tadi), found the area
suitable for growing pineapples and has turned roughly 400
hectares into its plantation, giving visitors a chance to indulge
in the succulence of fresh pineapples anytime.
A grower shyly consents to passers-by adding, ''Pwede
namang kumain kahit ilan, basta huwag lang yung
sobra-sobra.''
The sight of ripening pineapples would easily make one's mouth
water.
Getting there through Barangay Maltana in Tampakan, South
Cotabato, would still require you to pass four more barangays in
an uphill struggle. But the people are friendly and
accommodating. And the view is as green as you can ever
imagine. Just learn to look beyond those cliffs just a vehicle's
tire away.
Ying Ureta, a Tadi superintendent formerly assigned in the area,
is everybody's favorite. People and kids would always stop
midway through farmwork or at play to greet him as he passes.
On first-name basis.
''I consider everybody as my extended family. I spend time for
coffee in one of the houses when my schedule permits me. We
talk of any topic under the sun and I get to earn their
confidence.''
Good for business, huh?
While on his work or as he goes home, his Samurai becomes
crowded with hitchhikers, from schoolchildren to housewives
and farmers on their way to the nearest barangay. When the
vehicle gets stuck in the mud, getting it out courtesy of human
force isn't a problem.
Oroy landmarks
The streams are icy-cool and crystal (''Mga sapa ni Oroy''), the
caves are authentic and the cliffs are terrifyingly awesome. The
scenery around is postcard-pretty you can't resist taking
pictures for posterity. They might never be around that long.
Miasong's winding road, also known as ''Lawit ni Oroy,''
complete with wildflowers, stray ferns and mini-waterfalls, could
give Kennon Road a stiff competition. (Who this Oroy is, whose
name was assigned to every major landmark of Miasong,
remains a mystery. Everybody knows the name without a face to
go with).
All these glorious feast will be for your eyes only. Few souls
would be as adventurous as you take the trip, anyway.
The climate, whether on a wet or dry season, is so chilly one
should never forget to bring a sweatshirt or two. A Tadi
employee once slept at the company's bunkhouse in Miasong
without bringing his warming gears. As the night progressed,
he gradually felt the numbing chill and put on his jacket.
When he still couldn't bear the cold, he wore his day-old socks
and took a fetal position. By early morning, he was in full battle
gear and had worn every single thing he can lay his hands
on--tubao, helmet, boots and gloves.
The millennium craze is sweeping around the country. If one
would care to ask me where would I prefer to be, I'd say without
batting an eyelash--Miasong, on top of a cliff.
I don't intend to take a plunge, but I'll offer prayers that this
country would wake up in the Year 2000 and get on its feet to
rise above the evils of an indecisive and vengeful leader,
corrupt politicians and executives, and an indifferent society.
I will surely be heard and answered.
You see if you're in Miasong, people believe ''Diyes nalang na
pamasahe, nasa langit ka na.''
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