Wednesday, August 22, 2012

MikeWeek Bulletin 215

Quote of the Week: "Uncle Mike, you will be my 'kalaban'!"

Naga City
Travels to Manila are always reason enough for one of my rare Bulletin updates—and this visit is no exception. This is my fourth trip to the Philippines and it is marked by the shortest stay (just two and a half weeks) while at the same time involving some of the longest travel days yet. Talk about an interesting, and at times challenging combination

Vincent bargain hunts
Vince saved us a small bundle by booking the flight here and back on Delta from JFK-via-Detroit-via-Nagoya-via-Manila. The extra stop adds about 5 hours and when you figure in the time it takes to get to and from the airport—you end up with a 30 hour travel day. As I already shared with some pals via email, Vince’s mom gave us each a herbal patch which draws toxins from your body through your feet to fight jet lag. Despite the long haul—we came through this flight in best shape yet. It works.

This is a working vacation for both Vince and I—he is working on adding staff to his team of translators and researchers for the company he started a year ago. It started with about six part-time translators and a manager or two. Now, by year’s end he expects to have around 15 full timers and a total staff topping the 30 mark. This is on top of the work he does in NYC.
Countryside on our way to Bicol
Vince Meets with the Manila team
As for me, I have been doing my radio reports long distance, working against the 12-hours time difference. Most of my sources have worked with me long distance before, from all sorts of places, and they are very helpful working around the altered clock. I also now anchor two podcasts a week. This trip was the first time I have taken that job on the road. So the deal is: I research the latest news on the web, and then write, anchor and produce the podcasts—and through the magic of modern computers and internet, it sounds the same as when I file them from my home studio in NYC.

Magsaysay Avenue, Naga City
In between lots of work, Vince and I have managed to fit in some trips to our favorite local restaurants, a couple trips to the sauna for some Swedish Massage, and of course the dentist. Not most people’s idea of a vacation stop, but Vince’s dentist has the best touch I have ever encountered, and the cost here is about a third of what one pays in NYC—less pain, less bucks, no brainer. We are not alone in thinking this dentist is superior, she placed 5th nationwide in the national dental exam—so guess she knows her stuff.         
The "Perfect" Volcano
Now to adventure: Vince’s family hates to plan, and likes to surprise us with some excursion each time we visit. This year was quite a surprise—a trek South of Manila to the bottom of Luzon Island and an area called the Bicol Region . Getting there is the trick, as it happens to involve a 12-hours drive each way—about three hours’ worth over some pretty bad road.  Clearly this is a very caring family to be willing to endure all that. On Saturday evening our party which numbered about a dozen—including nannies for the two children set off in three vehicles bound for the Philippines “perfect volcano.”
DesDes Driver #1    

There are only two main roads that travel north-south, and traveling as we did at night, you share the road an endless variety of 18 wheeler trucks and busses. It is astonishing how many busses roar by, as their daredevil drivers jockey for position, most busses filled to the point where some are standing in doorway stairwell. While there are many people without much money in Manila, folks do seem to be able to afford to get around—and on this night, it seemed like they were on the move by the thousand-headed south for one reason or another.

Basic Digs
When we arrived we checked into some simple but nice little bungalows at the Villa Del Rey and Camsur Water Sports Complex that is designed to bring tourism to this part of the country. We all slept a few hours and awoke to find Vince’s family had done a little research and gotten us a deal to move up to the villas—which were very fine in their own right and gave us access to an enormous swimming pool which was open only to Villa guests. Very nice, indeed!

Villa Upgrade
Did I mention a volcano? The next morning found us back in our vehicle and on a four hour drive to the base of the Mayon Volcano . To understand the scope of damage these volcanos can cause, you begin the day in the town of Cagsawa which was buried in lava when Mayon erupted in 1814 killing more than a thousand, many fled and to a local cathedral where they perished when it was buried up to its bell tower in volcanic ash.
Church Ruins
This is the third volcano your humble correspondent can chalk up to having encountered up close. The first was mounted by mule, the second was hiked on foot—and this time we elected what I must suggest is the more thrilling way to get up the side of a volcano—and the is by ATV.
Vincent's Driver
Vincent often refers to me as his driver, as he never learned to drive growing up in Manila and then 8 years in Manhattan gave him little reason to learn. He made up for lost time however when he took over the controls of our ATV—his technique generally involved jamming down the throttle with his thumb, power through and over any and all obstacles—usually yelling at the top of his lung when some large object approached. My suggestion that drivers normally slowed down, rather than speeding up when approaching hazards, Vincent simply nodded---let out another round of shouts and gunned us forward full blast.
ATV @5000 RPM
Our day was not without a climb…up several hundred feet of volcanic rock—that was left from a recent minor eruption several years ago (yes it still does erupt…and yes, folks do keep an eye on it to make sure they can issue a warning should it be about to happen again).
The Violago Entourage on Mayon
As we climbed up the rather steep and slippery rock, I thought to myself, this is all well and fine—but I am wondering about doing this backwards, it would be a pretty steep climb to try doing this in reverse.
Althea Ponders the Chairlift Option        
It was then we were offered the 300 peso option of the “chair lift” down. The roughly 8 bucks it costs is well worth the grunt effort saved, as well as the thrill ride offered by being shoved onto the cable and down the steep embankment to the base.
Bravery Rewarded
QOW: After a day spent in the hot sun—and dusty volcanic ash—not to mention 4 hours back and forth in the car…it was a welcome return to our villa and the wonderful pull where our neice Sophie Bella uttered the Quote of the Week: Which translated means Uncle Mike you will be my enemy! This was in regard to a pool game where I was to chase her in the water and she shot me with a water gun.
Sofie and her pool "kalaban" - Uncle Mike
Dinner was enjoyed at the water sports complex where we dined watching the wave board riders navigating the courses ramps which shot them into double and triple flips—all of this with the setting of the sun. Foodies will want to know that I dined one of my favorite dishes: Tapsilog which comes in many varieties. My favorite is uses garlic rice, an egg sunny side up and beef. While generally nicknamed Filipino breakfast, it is in fact enjoyed an any and all hours around the clock. The perfect accompaniment is pan de sal which is compact, simple and hard to stop eating.


There are three impressions of the Philippines that have their seeds in my first visit and each has grown stronger each time I have returned. The first is the amazing level of service one experiences here—it reminds me of the really old days on St Thomas when it was in fact the “friendly island.” Here someone opens the door for you even when you walk into a McDonalds—and as you go up the ladder to finer places the service just gets better and better. Second, this place is booming—there are buildings going up everywhere—Starbucks are popping up like hard fast growing Banana trees..and for every Starbucks there are four or five other types of other fine coffee shops—all teeming with customers and producing top notch products.

And finally, the Philippines have a lot in common with New Orleans—starting with the easy going attitude and sense of humor most locals apply to the way they go about their day—to the high quality of restaurants here—with ample time taken to savor meals and the same great pride in each regions cooking that one finds from one New Orleans neighborhood to another---and also from one part of Louisiana to the next.

For now we bid farewell from Manila, but still to come--reflections on local breaking news that reminds your humble correspondent of his days in the MollyBird, current reading: LBJ Passage to Power, and a mystery guest headed our way for the final days of this visit.
Bye for Now




Thursday, October 6, 2011

MIKEWEEK BULLETIN #214



Quote of the Week: “Hey what’s that sparkly thing in the water—see it? The one all the fish are swimming to.”

October 7, 2011
Marinduque, Philippines


Month Jets By In Manila: While the pace of life in the Philippines is on the easy and slow side, September seems to have flown by in an instant. Even so, it has been more than a month since my return to Manila.  Enough time gone by, that my dad has taken to the salutation—To My Filipino Son, when he launches emails this way. Then, one of my Nevada contacts said the story I had just filed from Manila worked out great, still he was wondering would I always be able to turn stories on time—now that I had “moved” to the Philippines? Could he be reading dad’s emails? Either way, I assured the source this was only a visit, and take these as ample smoke signals that it’s time to board Delta’s cattle-car 747 for the long trek back to JFK. The planes are old, but even in the coach, the service is better than average. (Don’t want to jinx the ride back with high praise).


Marinduque, Bellarocca & Boac: Last weekend Vincent’s family formed in “Entourage” fashion to explore a new spot, Bellarocca Island which sits off the coast of Marinduque (MA-rin-DU-kay) and is located a couple hundred miles due south of Manila. Our expedition party included Vince’s mom & dad, three brothers, a sister, several in-laws, a gaggle of nieces and nephews—and in the Filipino fashion—each child travels with their nanny (aka “Yah-Yah’s).




It was a short flight to the Marinduque, which is heart shaped, and legend has it the island formed when two lovers drowned themselves in that spot after the bride-to-be’s father rejected their union—preferring to behead the groom—who narrowly escaped to take the fatal plunge with his beloved. Nice tale. (Snide political aside: perhaps this could be a science question at the next GOP debate—how was the Island of Marinduque formed)?





Aviation Buffs should be advised that I made every effort to ascertain the type of aircraft that shuttled us to the island, but could not find a single marking. I suspected it was of Asian vintage (and sort of a copy of Saab’s turboprop) and the Dabs found the Answer on-line: The aircraft is a Xian M60 which is crafted in China—with a rear entry door that is such a tight squeeze that Vince managed to bang his head upon entry.





Only one flight per day touches down per day at Marinduque, and a loud siren sounds to alert locals when the flight takes-off from Manila. That gives them thirty minutes to line up the local band, which greats arriving passengers (decked out in the kind of tribal garb that the angry dad probably put on, just before he grabbed his sword and threatened the loving couple). There were no harsh threats upon our arrival, only some interesting masks and lots of drums.




More challenging than the flight, was the short boat ride from one island to the next. Our rubber launch was tossed around in the six foot swells, and the folks in the bow took some see-saw like crashes into the coming waves.  





Bellarocca Island is a resort, owned by the Japanese and constructed in a series of villas, and soon to be spas, in the Mediterranean manner. It took four years to build and opened in 2009—the place is still in its infancy; the staff friendly and helpful, and in a couple more years, it will be running in high gear. We got the rainy season discount and had a swell time, relaxing, swimming, kayaking and of course eating. (Food rates about a B).







The QOW was uttered underwater and through snorkeling tubes, as about a dozen of us were checking out the local fish population near a cluster of rocks. A sharp eyed member of our snorkeling party saw a rush of fish all to one spot, and shouted this week’s quote. It was around this time, that Mr and Mrs Violago surfaced and upon seeing her husband, Mrs. Violago inquired as follows: “Did you wear you dentures today Daddy?” To which Mr. V responded: “Oh-Oh” which means yes in Filipino, but also equally applied in English. Major laughs then ensued as our helpful guide dived frantically, parted the fish and retrieved the shiny object, so Mr. V could reinsert his choppers.





Brief Humor note for WASPs: for the declining WASP population, raised on the notion that one should never say anything that might risk hurting someone else’s feelings. This noble notion runs contrary to the Filipino brand of Humor which works roughly as follows. Five people are standing in a group, one of them being bigger than a house. The other four then proceed to tell jokes in front of the very fat person, about how fat they are and all five proceed to laugh. Suffice it to say Filipino humor is not for the faint of heart or the easily offended, and Mr. Violago had little trouble laughing at his plight and his teeth along the rest of us (me of course snickering quietly as one raised in the semi-detached-Episcopalian way).






Tricycle Side Trip to Boac Our flight back to Manila was delayed which gave Vincent, Alma (his former Yah-Yah—and a major source of my five pounds) and I time to take a trike into Boac the capitol of Marinduque. Dabney had provided minor inspiration for this, as he had previously noted that the town had the same name as the British Overseas Airways Corporation (member of “gen y” please see “BA). We found no evidence that the British or their airline had any role in the foundation of Boac, but the place does have an incredible church which was packed to the rafters for a very large funeral when we visited.  






The trip also gave me a chance to ride both inside and on the back seat of a tricycle.





                                        (Only Vince elected to brave the riding the roof)





“Manila” Mike Stats: Typhoons (2), Wake (1* week+), Debut (1), Iced Coffee’s Consumed (MONDO) = Filipino Food Pounds Added (5):  So the final score for Manila III, the sequel: Two typhoons passed close enough to be worth a mention. The first shook the roof and gave us 30 hours of rain. The second happened while we were on an excursion to the south—and it missed us by a good ways. The northern part of Luzon took the brunt of both storms—there were more than 50 fatalities, severe flooding, and in some spots have yet to dry out. At this writing, a good many Filipinos are relying on emergency food relief. This trip was also marked by the Passing of Papa Do, an 18 year old Debut party for one of Vincent’s cousins and enough wonderful local food to have added about five pounds to your humble
correspondent.








Timely Returns to NYC: I have been reporting and sending tweets on the Occupy Wall Street movement (aka #ows in Twitter speak). My reporter’s gut tells me that this movement will get a whole lot bigger before the powers that be are able to get the steam out of the balloon. About the time I departed NY, our Mayor opined that the violence of recent riots in London could not be ruled out in the USA, and my hunch is the Big Apple will be lucky in the extreme if the anger directed at Wall Street remains peaceful and non-violent (which I surely hope it does).


For those who don’t Tweet: A brief snippet of some of the insight on can gain from the 140 character witticisms which find their way onto twitter (A recent tweet taken from web at 2:47AM EDT Friday—for those not paying close attention #ows is twitter shorthand for Occupy Wall Street)

Not Rupert Murdoch



63RupertMurdochPR Not Rupert Murdoch 

Ailes tosses the kitten aside, demands keys to the earthquake machine. "We'll shake those #ows hippies lose, they'll run screaming." 3 of 4





Now, back to NYC returns: For those who did not get my email blasts—Vince got preliminary approval for his H1B visa. Now, the US Embassy in Manila must apply the proper stamps to the appropriate papers and fingers crossed he will arrive in NYC, we hope before Halloween, and who knows maybe wearing a Marinduque mask





Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Bulletin #213 EXTRA


24 hour plus Manila Rain Event…..Rain Event turns out to be Typhoon Nesat (aka Pedring)


September 26, 2011

Quezon City—Despite working against a 12 hour time swing, I managed to crank out more stories in the last 9 days here than I usually do working my freelance gig from New York’s Upper West Side. I am rustling after stories like a bear getting ready for the winter hibernation—I know I will lose a work day or two due to jetlag returning to JFK, so I am working in over-drive now.

A major factor is that the news story gods have been kind. They turned on the spigot for some really solid story ideas—just when your humble correspondent needed to get cracking.

At the same time, the weather gods seem to feel that I have done my fair share work for they decided to pour enough rain onto Luzon, the isle that is home to Manila—that the power company shutdown the works. It has rained here for a day straight and the morning arrived with strong winds (your veteran hurricane watcher would have rated them at around 50 mph) which tore at the roof of the Violago home and managed to put a gash in the upstairs ceiling.

This was all happening two hours before my story deadline—and no power meant no way to feed my story, which was back from the editor and just awaiting my voice for the various versions of the radio packages. Since, I file using Skype, no internet meant no phone to let another producer know to pitch in

I woke up two hours prior to deadline to be sure I had time, but I had not planned for this.

Mrs V must have spotted the bullets of sweat forming at my brow, for she kindly asked Mr V to set off on a mission to find gas for the generator.

The deadline gods decided to smile upon us through the rain: In rapid action, Mr V found gas and made it back by 830—he had the generator cranking juice by 8:45, and I was able to announce, edit, and upload the short version of radio “wrap” in time for the East Coast Story Feed at 9pm ET. This was one of those one-take situations, where you had to cut it live on tape, because there was no time left for re-takes. The old hurricane “improve” skills kicked in nicely.

Next, I uploaded the longer versions of my radio report for stations to use Tuesday morning. It turned out to be a pretty interesting story concerning a federal discrimination suit filed against Mayor Bloomberg and the city for allegedly failing to properly prepare to evacuate people with disabilities during Hurricane Irene.
One reason I had to hold off on voicing the story until dawn here was that we were awaiting a response from the Mayor, and my co-producer Mark was kind enough to insert that response while I caught some precious sleep.

That work was now complete, I thought about heading back to bed, but the generator was still whirring away. No sense letting good power go to waste, I reasoned.  As fate would have it, I already had recorded both of the interviews on Skype that I needed for Wednesday’s story. So, I wrote the draft and got the copy and sound uploaded for Wednesday’s story, so an editor will be able to review the work. In the meantime, I will need to touch base with one of the story sources for a brief fact check.

Reporter (tropics) Rule number one is when you have power, and web access, make sure you use it, because one never knows—when they will be restored and reliable enough to get the next round of work done.

Typhoon Nesat (source) CNN



Since, I am writing this Blog style, I can now happily admit that I buried the “lede.” It was not until mid-afternoon that Vince informed me, the rain event was actually the outer bands of a Typhoon Nesat…which carries the moniker of Pedring in the Phillipines—which pretty much means Peter. The Asian weather folks and most of the world will have a different name for the storm—but there is in fact only the one typhoon—which gets a new name when it crosses the Philippines.
I have been so involved keeping tabs on my beats in the states that I had not even glanced at the local news. Vince says we were expecting rain, but not the typhoon. He says, they normally track north once they hit land, but this one was so strong it just cut straight across Luzon, and Manila got hit hard in spots. One river is near over-flowing and if it tops it will flood a highly populated part of the city that saw water around 9 feet deep in a recent typhoon. Early signs are this was quite bad in spots, first reports of deaths have it at seven dead and likely to go higher.


When we aren’t fending off typhoons, much of this trip has been spent at Vince’s new office where he has twenty employees who are doing research and translation work 



For those who know Manila, his office is located in a high rise at West Ave at the corner of Quezon Ave.
 His staff is mostly comprised of recent graduates in language study at the University of the Philippines and they are eager for the work and fun to be around.




BTW, this is my third trip to the Philippines and my second typhoon, so I guess I still have the reporter’s knack of being around stuff when it happens. As my old sidekick (Fischman) liked to recall, the one time I went to Rome the Pope died (for the inquiring mind—John Paul I).