il-ilo, finally!

Finally I have been in ilo-ilo. But it was not that all good because I was there to be with my grandfather on respirator. But my cousins did not make me left ilo-ilo without experiencing some of it. Una, it was dinagyang season. So the city is in festive spirit. On my first whole day in this province, my parents left me in the hospital because they have to go home for my brothers are at home. Then my uncle Mike, told me that he’ll bring me around the city (technically the hospital where I stayed is not located on the city of ilo-ilo, just outside the city). We rode the jeep, toured around. He brought me to the public market, the fish port and we walked around the market area early in the morning. Around 8am, the air was so cold even on daylight. As we walked, he tried to recall his experience here, like, where he usually hang out, where the syndicated groups used to hide, and more. Then we looked for something to eat at the market. Uncle Mike wanted to eat bangus, and as we passed by series of turo-turo, he stopped at a certain eatery and instantly walked inside. Why? It is not because he used to eat on that place but there were two seemingly beautiful ladies, the other one in short shorts, and the one was wearing her uniform, parang PT or Med tech definitely not nursing.

What is unusual for me but natural for my tatay Mike is that there were three tables on that eatery, with only two lady costumers on one same table. We seated at the same table were the ladies where. They were talking vulgarly in ilonggo and I know tatay Mike was listening so was i. anyway, details isn’t necessary, it was just funny because we did not eat well dahil siguro nawili kami sa pakikinig sa kanila.hehe

Then, he made me ride the padyak and strolled around the city. We bought fruits and vegetable seeds, along the way people that we passed by greeted him. They shook hands, after that I would ask him if he knew that man, sabi niya hindi! Hehe, stupid. The first SM in this city, he said was his vegetable garden before as we were eating batchoy in front of SM. We ate a lot that time. It was fun.

Nene Kristel, a cousin, is working in McDo. When I visited her, I was already full after eating chicken inasal. It was unusual because I didn’t have to go to the counter to make orders, instead may ready na para sa akin. She then brought me on night hang outs. The place we went in to was quite good plus it was chilling cold that night. In there one of her crew in McDonalds has a gig and she would sing songs and dedicated a coupe for me.naks. It was fun too.

The next day, my last day, because I thought my lolo is getting better from his PCP Pneumonia, Manong Shun, a cousin also toured me around to his place to where he attended school and best food restaurants. We ate on a barbeque park. I went home asking permission to lolo, but he did not respond. Before leaving I was planning to go back to be with him again, but I was late. It’s sad because I left him in recovering condition, but he was not.

A peaceful journey lolo.