Coffee, puto bumbong, and funny words
THREE DAYS into OB-Gyn, and I miss my Community Rotation already. I'm sharing some photos I took during my six-week stint in General Emilio Aguinaldo (the town, not the hero), Cavite.
Coffee beans being air dried—a regular sight in front of houses and major roads. I guess you can safely say I've become a coffee drinker. I was offered coffee every where I went; it was offensive to refuse. The best cup I scored was at Kapeng Bailen, an unassuming stall just beside the Rural Health Unit. A cup cost Php 10—freshly brewed, which gave my tummy the right warmth on cold afternoons. Of course I had to suffer insomnia at night.
Boulders and streams in what locals call Paliguang Aso (literally, where dogs come to bathe). We swam here. The water was so cold I thought I was going to get sick later. I had to jump out of the water after I saw an actual dog swimming a couple of meters upstream.
An unnamed karinderya right across the botika (pharmacy) made the best puto bumbong, the local delicacy.
It was served with muscovado sugar. Here an old man—a retiree maybe—was enjoying his morning snack.
With the locally brewed avocado leaf-pandan tea, it made a wonderful dessert.
Malboro.
Meniral.
A phrase I saw at Kuya Ian's barbershop, where I had a haircut thrice.
Too bad this bakery was closing when we had visited. Did it serve sundaes, too?
Coffee beans being air dried—a regular sight in front of houses and major roads. I guess you can safely say I've become a coffee drinker. I was offered coffee every where I went; it was offensive to refuse. The best cup I scored was at Kapeng Bailen, an unassuming stall just beside the Rural Health Unit. A cup cost Php 10—freshly brewed, which gave my tummy the right warmth on cold afternoons. Of course I had to suffer insomnia at night.
Boulders and streams in what locals call Paliguang Aso (literally, where dogs come to bathe). We swam here. The water was so cold I thought I was going to get sick later. I had to jump out of the water after I saw an actual dog swimming a couple of meters upstream.
An unnamed karinderya right across the botika (pharmacy) made the best puto bumbong, the local delicacy.
It was served with muscovado sugar. Here an old man—a retiree maybe—was enjoying his morning snack.
With the locally brewed avocado leaf-pandan tea, it made a wonderful dessert.
Malboro.
Meniral.
A phrase I saw at Kuya Ian's barbershop, where I had a haircut thrice.
Too bad this bakery was closing when we had visited. Did it serve sundaes, too?
posted on February 21, 2014
1 Comments:
sof drink!
Lance, maglagay ka ng Google ad somewhere unobstrusive---maybe bottom of the page? You're one of the few regular bloggers left. Might as well monetize your efforts.
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