The cultural aspect of a place one visits is as fascinating as the sights and food. I really don’t get it when the pa-sosyals look for what else but puro kasosyalan. In my eyes, nothing compares to the rawness of the countryside. I get mesmerized by unadulterated local scenes, I enjoy hobnobbing with ordinary folks, I like digging deep into that carinderia type of food as well, I need to fill my memory bank with vivid representations of the real world.
The Dayo ti Batac, where farmers meet to trade and barter their cows and carabaos, was able to satiate my craving for the neoteric, though it’s been there every Sunday morning for so long now. I got to photograph the master kawar-maker (in photo above). I asked if there’s a special name for the chain or cow accessory and he answered, “It’s plain kawar.” “Not adorno?” I asked back. He smiled.
The cultural aspect of a place one visits is as fascinating as the sights and food. I really don’t get it when the pa-sosyals look for what else but puro kasosyalan. In my eyes, nothing compares to the rawness of the countryside. I get mesmerized by unadulterated local scenes, I enjoy hobnobbing with ordinary folks, I like digging deep into that carinderia type of food as well, I need to fill my memory bank with vivid representations of the real world.The Dayo ti Batac, where farmers meet to trade and barter their cows and carabaos, was able to satiate my craving for the neoteric, though it’s been there every Sunday morning for so long now. I got to photograph the master kawar-maker (in photo above). I asked if there’s a special name for the chain or cow accessory and he answered, “It’s plain kawar.” “Not adorno?” I asked back. He smiled.
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