Our mission to distribute school supplies and relief goods to the students and the community was done. Our wandering soles also had their good share of exercises in the morning. Now, it's the moment of truth. Time to go.
Everyone was quick in getting ready for after our hike to Tappiya Falls. As we started to line up along the dikes of the rice terraces for our climb back to the school and farther up to the Saddle, we took as much opportunity as we can to take more memories with us.
Yes, we husk rice manually back then like how it is done on this video. The difference with what we had was that we had a big, and I mean big, mortar. I remember its height was right below my mother's waist while it was to my chest that I had to step on a pedestal so I can match my mother as we pound alternatively. Pay more attention starting from 4:03 of the video to see what I mean. I was competitive with the altenative pounding that my mother would even ask me to slow down. She can't keep up that our pestles would hit the mortar simultaneously. That will blow the rice grains out and will be so hard to scoop back. That was the kid as I was...
Were already nearing the school but all of us seem exhausted so we stopped. The pathway is narrow and we were blocking it so we got into a household's open front yard and found seats on our own with the rocks around. I called out to no one in particular but to the house to announce ourselves. A young boy of around peeked through the window and I waved. My companions smiled at him.
It was in this particular store where we had our longest break because we had to wait for majority of our fellow volunteers who were still climbing and catching up with us. We took the opportunity of waiting to have our morning snacks. In spite of the heat from our ascend, I had a very good cup of freshly brewed native coffee from that place. Yes, coffee at almost noon time. That was because I've been hearing from those who've been here before that their coffee is great. I can not stop my curiosity when I myself was already there and smelling the aroma.
Our break took all the more longer when those who climbed late also had their snacks and we waited for them to finish.
Then finally, we started the hike again.
Just like yesterday when we passed by the UNESCO marker, we stopped by for more photo shoots. If they have rice on the terraces of where we just came from, they have vegetables in here. This one is on the mountain on the other side, at around 3 o'clock when facing the UNESCO marker.
When we continued our hike, these bundles of fruits came to view again. I noticed these yesterday when we were going down but only the local kids were nearby. We have our own packs of relief goods on us so we kept going and did not chat much along the way. I did not have the chance to talk about it with my fellow volunteers. Now, Anne is with me so I pointed the pack to her. I said I wish I can take them home and she frowned.
"Aren't those poisonous?" Anne asked.
Now I was the one who frowned at the question. "Why poisonous? No. Those are edible."
"What are those in the first place?" She asked again. Oh yes, I did not tell her.
"Those are rattan fruits. Sourly sweet but sour most of the time."
My elder brothers used to bring home of these when they go hunting in Zambales. I miss those old days. And I really wished I can do something with these bundles but I know there is nothing that can be done.
This fruit is considered wild since it is not planted or cultivated on purpose. It can be seen in Baguio City market but on very rare occassions so I was bitter that these ones will just be wasted. I will swallow this time and think of the good old days. Keep the memories and keep wishing. Who knows. Some day, one day...
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