Dear Tourists, Please Don’t Make Ilocos Norte your Dumpsite

We can never thank you enough for continually contributing to our tourism development but sorry to burst the bubble: Ilocos Norte is not yours, or anyone’s, to ruin.

Strategically located just 10 to 12-hour drive from Manila, or can also be reached through a 45-minute plane ride, Ilocos Norte easily became a tourist magnet even long before the development and relentless promotions of the province’s array of breathtaking scenery. Our province undeniably homes tourist destinations that most, if not all, want to tick off their bucket lists.

Business establishments uncontrollably sprouted in every town, most of the locals now also earn for a living by selling handmade souvenirs, and local governments improved the roads to the tourist sites for you to have a better traveling experience in every town.

Ilocos Norte effortlessly became an eye-candy for investors, given the hotels and resorts that were hardly even there 10 years ago. Travel agencies also unquestionably promote promos for a weekend trip to Ilocos – making our beloved province known to many even more.

Again, thank you for your contribution to Ilocos Norte’s economic sustainability. You may think that we don’t have the right to rant about what you do to our province but please don’t make Ilocos Norte your dumpsite.

What have you done? How did you do it? Why did you do it? I am not blaming all the tourists, visitors, even locals, though.

What I have been trying to say is, on a personal note, I see colors at the side of the roads near the shore and it should have been a beautiful sight only if the colors that add to the vibrancy of the ocean are not coming from plastics.

Two days ago, I was cringing at the back of the car, absentmindedly talking to myself, asking no one in particular of what happened to the shrubs of the sea. Why are plastics stuck at its branches? Why are plastics freely flying towards the shore? Why are there plastics all over the vicinity?

As if on cue, a tourist shuttle service stopped at the other side of the road and two of its passengers just dumped three plastic bags full of maybe their trash. I nearly wanted to tell the driver to stop so I could personally talk to the ladies but unfortunately, we were in the highway and we were driving too fast.

I did not do anything. I did not have the power to stop them from the destruction they are contributing and it was disappointing. Fine, you can tell me that it’s the locals’ responsibility to clean their area but the places I have been talking about are not residential areas. They are areas in between the shore and the road that are still underdeveloped.

The provincial government in general and the barangay council in particular, never fail to remind you through posters and signs to properly dispose your garbage. There are numbers of stopovers along the way to the northern part of Ilocos and may I, if not we, ask you to please have a little bit of decency to throw your trash at the designated bins.

Please don’t add flames to the fire… or better yet, please don’t tolerate the crooked behavior of other people. Not because others did it, means you can. Dumping garbage along the road is never a good idea; it’s a trend that needs to stop not just only in Ilocos Norte but to other parts of the country, world rather, too.

Please don’t make Ilocos Norte your dumpsite. We are working hard enough to progress for you and we cannot afford for the time of just cleaning the mess people other than those from Ilocos Norte caused.

We don’t need garbage and plastics here. We need your cooperation of maintaining the beauty of our province. We are doing our part for you to have your stories about Ilocos worth sharing. Please do yours. You can start by properly disposing your trash. We’ll forever be grateful for that.

Let us contribute to making Ilocos Norte still clean, green, and beautiful. It is not a dump site, our province is a home.

 

 

22 and Merry ~

Kids, it has always been kids.

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Typhoon Nona greeted me with strong wind and rain as if reminding me that I haven’t had my fair share of annual birthday mishap.

But I didn’t drag myself out of bed; did not for a second think of just moving the gift-giving activity on a later date; and I, surprisingly, did not rant about how bad of a disaster my birthday celebration could be.

I was literally soaking wet from waist down because of braving the rain just to get to Operation Blessing Foundation in Pasig City. And the rain poured gracefully as if it hadn’t fell for a long time.

I thought my companions backed out because the rain wouldn’t stop; but the moment we went out of the house, it miraculously stopped pouring. We reached Pasig in wet clothes and eventually reached our destination in Cavite.

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Kids remind me not to take life too seriously and that there is always something new to learn! ~ Alexandra K

I don’t know but children motivate me to be a better person. Their endless energy, creativity, honesty, and resilience have always been my encouragement to work hard for the rest of the year so I could sponsor a gift-giving and fun-filled day to a one community at a time on my birthday.

This year, it’s not much but hey, I again made children smile!

Knowing that I can make an impact on a child’s life, even just for a day, I pray that somehow, I will be someone he/she will remember in his/her adulthood.

See, their curiosity and excitement never fails to humble me. They really enjoyed playing games.

Indeed life is full of simple pleasures. No matter how cheap the gifts I bought for them, the genuine smile plastered in their faces are priceless.

Of course, I could have not done all the preparations and executions without these blessed, amazing, (and sige na nga) beautiful ladies.

Sisters in Christ who share the same craziness I, without doubt, have.

And of course, to Operation Blessing Foundation for helping me achieve my annual pledge.

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Yas, I’m now 22 and still very merry ~ Thank ya’ll for the birthday wishes! You are all deeply appreciated.

Happy Birthday, self. Keep the faith, don’t give up. Just do whatever you want to do with your life because Jeremiah 29:11 ~

Solo in Davao: Pt. 1 [Mis]Adventures

Have you ever had that haunting feeling of wanting to go somewhere else alone and rethink about you decisions in life? One weekend, I did.12366897_937335633024863_1208044285_nThe impulsive travel was an attempt to go solo backpacking in Mindanao before I turn a year older this year. That, I chose Davao.

I was supposed to be taking the Civil Service Exam scheduled on the 6th of December concurrent with my scheduled trip on 5 until 7. I have told my family and friends the moment the news about the rescheduled exam went out that I won’t pursue my travel plans.

I booked the flight a week before the announcement and I indubitably turned the trip down thinking that I can always book another flight.

I was thinking that taking the exam was really more important until I could not access the online portal where the school and room assignment of CSC announcement should be.

Then, when I was on my way to Tarlac for my writer and photographer duties, it dawned on me that I need to be alone more than anything for the weekend.12387835_937380119687081_851290674_nMy flight was at 8:45 in the evening and I was home from Tarlac at 3 in the afternoon. I packed my bag with light clothes that could last for 3 days, my travel loot (when you constantly travel, you should have the basic necessities/toiletries already packed in a pouch), a book, a notebook, and a pen.

I also got with me my Canon 1100D partnered with a 50mm lens and my GoPro that were both barely charged.

I left the house at a little over four in the afternoon with only my cousins knowing. I sensed that they did not want to let me go but my stubbornness just cast its victory.

I didn’t know that the traffic to airport is at its worst at six in the evening so I had to haggle with the Pasay boys for a ride to the airport. Then they found a ride for me.

Had I not taken their offer of 300 pesos cut to 200, rode with a Muslim family (who are very friendly and are also running late for their 7 PM flight), and still ran for maybe 3 kilometers, I probably could have not reached the airport just on time for the final call for boarding.12358519_937380099687083_674662979_nBut I reached my destination safe and sound, didn’t I?

I hardly even had a hotel reservation more so an itinerary but I know I wanted to go to Samal island for a much needed rest.

So much for hopping in and out from the taxi just to search for a hotel to the next but I still had a good night sleep, though.

Before I slept that night, I momentarily searched for “Where to go in Davao,” but I didn’t know that my impulsiveness led me to feature worthy adventure.

Again, I have to assure you, I was alone but I was not lonely.