Hola! Hello! Mabuhay!

My apologies... I don't intend to make this site dormant.... After the hang-over over Spain's victory in EUFA, last week's visit to my parents, an out of town trip, beating tax deadlines, I have to pause for a while...

Now I'm back...

To start-off let me share this funny story sent by my colleague about baked beans. After reading, please control the gas...

Baked Beans

One day I met a sweet gentleman and fell in love. When it became apparent that we would marry, I made the supreme sacrifice and gave up eating beans.

Some months later, on my birthday, my car broke down on the way home from work. Since I lived in the countryside, I called my husband and told him that I would be late because I had to walk home. On my way, I passed by a small diner and the odour of baked beans was more than I could stand.

With miles to walk, I figured that I would walk off any ill effects by the time I reached home, so I stopped at the dinner and before . I knew it, I had consumed three large orders of baked beans. All the way home, I made sure that I released all the gas. Upon my arrival, my husband seemed excited to see me and exclaimed delightedly: 'Darling I have a surprise for dinner tonight.' He then blindfolded me and led me to my chair at the dinner table. I took a seat and just as he was about to remove my blindfold, the telephone rang. He made me promise not to touch the blindfold until he returned and went to answer the call.

The baked beans I had consumed were still affecting me and the pressure was becoming most unbearable, so while my husband was out of the room I seized the opportunity, shifted my weight to one leg and let one go. It was not only loud, but it smelled like a fertilizer truck running over a skunk in front of a pulpwood mill. I took my napkin from my lap and fanned the air around me vigorously. Then, shifting to the other cheek, I ripped off three more. The stink was worse than stinking cabbage. Keeping my ears carefully tuned to the conversation in the other room, I went on like this for another few minutes. The pleasure was indescribable. When eventually the telephone farewells signalled the end of my freedom, I quickly fanned the air a few more times with my napkin, placed it on my lap and folded my hands back on it feeling very relieved and pleased with myself. My face must have been the picture of innocence when my husband returned, apologizing for taking so long. He asked me if I had peeked through the blindfold, and I assured him I had not. At this point, he removed the blindfold, and twelve dinner guests seated around the table chorused: 'Happy Birthday!' I nearly died!

EUROCOPA 2008 LA CAMPEONA ESPAÑA LEVANTA LA COPA

Por fin, despues 44 anos, La Copa esta ya en Espana! VIVA ESPANA!

España campeones de europa de fútbol 2008

VIVA ESPANA!

Homenaje a España - Euro 2008

Por Fin!!!

Somos Hermanos (Part 3 of 3 parts)

Somos Hermanos
(We Are Brothers)
As we approach the threshold of the next chapters of our lives as mid-aged men, I began to think if time and distance have changed me and my only brother Guilberto. Once young farm boys who had been so identical in so many ways, I asked myself, is my brother still a copy of me or am I still a replica of him…?


After the New Year’s revelries, life went back to normal in our sleepy town, though kids were still talking about it, of how they loved their presents so much, of how they swore that they will never get their stuffed toys and dolls soiled, of how they wished it would be the same or even better come next Christmas. Hearing them say this inspired me to keep on doing this year after year. God willing, this would be my lifetime mission!

A few days left before returning to Manila, we made some revelations regarding our individual plans for the future. Brother said he is moving to the USA and try life in the Big Apple. He was preparing for some State Licensure Examinations in some US States. Just two weeks ago, he called to say that he got his ticket to practice his career in the State of California.

Hearing his plans, I realized, he’s not coming back in the near future to stay in the Philippines for good. He still wants to see the world. Though he’s been to so many places in Europe and a few in Africa, I believe his eyes are now focused in the Americas. He never losses his sense of wonder in travelling. “Ahh! Just like me. Just like me,” I thought.

I should say at present, we are heading towards opposite directions. While he is moving much further from our birthplace, I could see that my path is headed towards coming back to the farm where we grew up. Father is semi-retired now. Being the only son left in the country, it is just a matter of time that the burden of continuing the legacy of my great grand mother Engracia would be placed on my shoulder.

Just lately, I infused additional capital to modernize the farm equipment, taught my parents some smart techniques on procurement, leased long term and bought some more pieces of agricultural lands.

A day before our departure, he showed his collections of stamps, coins and paper currencies. Oh my! He is still into it. And he’s got rarer and more precious stuff too which could cost a fortune especially the gold coins he bought in an auction in London. In my case, it’s been years since I stopped doing that. I stopped not because I lost interest in it but because at the moment I don’t have extra time to focus my attention to it.

We shared our travel experiences, showed our travel photos, talked about his new found friends and mine too. Though I still haven’t met his new circle of friends, I do hope and pray that he is in good company.

One amusing revelation I learned is that we are both very much concerned of our looks. We both go to the gym trying to keep fit. We both love clothes and find pleasure in shopping. And the funny part is, we both keep our grey hair from coming out. But he likes to keep his hair long, while I still sport a clean-cut look.

Having changed his citizenship from Filipino to British, my brother in some ways had changed also. He now prefers European cuisine but never forgets the old Filipino delicacies. He can speak English with a very good British accent, likes to watch football games and adores David Beckham but dislikes Cristiano Ronaldo of the Manchester United for his antics. In my case I am seriously learning Spanish at Instituto Cervantes to resurrect the dead language of the family. I am bias to Spanish and Latino players like Iker, Cesc, Messi, and Ronaldinho but I like Cristiano Ronaldo.

Being single in our late 30’s, both of us are still not prepared to say goodbye to our freedom as bachelors. Though I am now engaged and wanting to have kids soon, Big Bro finds contentment in his two lovely Persian cats. He loves them.

Time and age may have changed us physically, foreign cultures may have influenced and changed our lifestyles a bit, money and practice of profession may have varying impacts on our perspectives in life but I would say these are superficial things which never changed the real persons in us. Old family values like love and care for parents and the constant desire to keep the family intact amidst all inequities are still alive and burning in our hearts. Distance may have separated us physically but the tie that binds us since we were kids is still strong. It is deeply anchored in our hearts, sealed with LOVE, for in the end LOVE will prevail.

Somos Hermanos ( Part 2 of 3 parts)

Somos Hermanos
(We Are Brothers)

As we approach the threshold of the next chapters of our lives as mid-aged men, I began to think if time and distance have changed me and my only brother Guilberto. Once young farm boys who had been so identical in so many ways, I asked myself, is my brother still a copy of me or am I still a replica of him…?

My brother’s homecoming decision was long overdue. Mom was happy but it seemed that the old man was happier. He had his two sons back at the farm where he raised them. The farm is his sanctuary. He can’t trade it for the world. He was educated in Manila courtesy of the US Armed Forces because grandfather was once a Captain who fought side by side with the Gringos against the Japanese Imperial Army during World War II. After the war my aunts migrated to the US. My father returned to our hometown and continued the century-old family sugar business, and raised his own family there. Lanie, my sister who is now based in New York wanted my parents to migrate to the US but was unsuccessful in convincing them.

And so when I and Guilberto went home in December, the festive mood was evident in the air. Mom’s old China resurfaced. Brother’s gold and silver plated spoons, forks and knives from Europe were once again inventoried and polished for the festivities. Goats and fowls slaughtered, lechon was prepared. Guilberto’s wine selections from Europe were poured but the old man and his peers preferred to have their old favourite whisky and beer.

Amidst all these, for me no amount of preparations could give me much thrill than being joyful and melancholic at the same time. The sweet smell of the grass, the music created by the wind-blown sugar cane leaves, the chirping of birds, the barking of dogs, the sight of endless greens, the presence of my family, all these brought back sweet memories of my childhood years. Indeed, there is no place like home.

Not only the whole family got excited as December 25 was nearing but also the two warring groups of kids from the nearby communities. One group is composed of sons and grandsons of sugar workers who had been working with our family dating back to the time of my great grand mother who started it all. They live in the place they call “minuro” or a small village. The other group is composed of the children living along the road, most of them are off-springs of migrant sugar workers from the neighbouring towns and provinces. They live in “pucatod” or a community in the higher grounds. These groups only get along well every Christmas and New Year during the annual fiesta I organize for them in our courtyard.

The kids already new that four jumbo boxes containing chocolates, candies, clothes and toys from UK arrived as early as November. News spread quickly that lots of surprises were in store for them. Then the day came. I myself was surprised! Big Bro wore a Santa suit through out the program. I laughed at the sight of a young Santa Claus!

When we were kids, brother and I were Santa believers. One December, he gave me Santa’s address. We mailed by post our letters containing our Christmas wishes. I asked for a toy train. It didn’t arrive.

New Year came. We led the lighting of fire crackers and fireworks with farm kids in the middle of the newly harvested and cleared sugar field. Everybody was happy! Laughters, claps and cheers echoed in the air as we welcomed 2008. It was a wonderful moment for me. This time there was a duo giving children and neighbours a holiday treat just like the old days, my brother and me.
(With part 3 of 3 parts)

Somos Hermanos (fotos)

Me and Big Bro in Disney Orlando

Guilberto and Sam

Me and Kay

Somos Hermanos (part 1 of 3 parts)

Somos Hermanos
(We Are Brothers)

As we approach the threshold of the next chapters of our lives as mid-aged men, I began to think if time and distance have changed me and my only brother Guilberto. Once young farm boys who had been so identical in so many ways, I asked myself, is my brother still a copy of me or am I still a replica of him…?


Christmas and New Year of 2007 came not as a usual holiday celebration for our family. It was special because for the first time in so many years, the whole family was almost complete save for my New York based sister. In my case, I already stopped counting the years if how many Christmases and New Year’s Eves had past that every family member was present. To be more accurate is to say that it has been decades, way back when all of my siblings were still single.

For me it was a special Christmas and a year-ender family gathering because once more, I was together with my only brother. And so when he called in November to say that he’s coming home on December, I said to myself, “Wow! After living in London for more than six years, finally, Big Bro is back!” I miss him a lot.

My brother had been a great part of my growing-up years, especially my childhood days. We grew up in the farm, went to grade school together until that day came when my parents decided to send him together with my other sister in Iloilo under the care of my grandmother where they would finish their High School.

It was a sad moment the day he and my sister left. Suddenly, I was all alone in the farm. Back then, our eldest sister was already studying Engineering in a Catholic University in Bacolod City while the second to the eldest married at a very young age. She was then fourteen going fifteen. That day, I lost a playmate, a tutor, a confidant, a rival and an enemy sometimes.

My mother used to tell me that my father won’t stop impregnating her until she delivers a son. “Almost every year, I got pregnant.” She said. When the fourth child came, my father was ecstatic! He finally got a son, his junior. But then, he decided to make another child because he said, his junior needed a brother to grow-up with. He was pretty sure it was going to be another baby boy. I would say he had a gift of Nostradamus. He was right. And there was I the following year. That was my story, my purpose of having been brought into this world, to be my only brother’s buddy.

I grew up with him a la “follow the leader” way. Of course he would always turn out to be the leader! But it was not a dictatorial kind of a leader-follower relationship. I followed thinking that it was the right thing to do. At a very young age, I needed a guide and Big Bro proved his worth.

We were like twins when we were kids except for some minor differences. I got a brunette curlier hair like the Sto. Nino they say while his was dark and wavy. When we were being compared, people would say he is cuter. I got no problem with that. At least people find me cute. Cheers!

When I was about five or six, one time my uncle brought home two pairs of boxing gloves. Father taught us to box. He loves the sport. My brother did not develop interest in it, and so I thought, ‘twas a bloody non-interesting kind of sport also. So his two sons never developed a career in boxing.

We climbed trees together, went fishing and swimming in the river, searched for bird’s nest, played and collected spiders kept and played dogs, cats and all domesticated farm animals like goats, ducks and water buffalos. We were playmates. We were inseparable. Growing up with him was like replicating him.

When he was in his first grade, suddenly, I wanted to go to school too. I wanted to be with him all the time. So one morning, I was unstoppable. I dressed up and went to school with him. When we were about to enter his classroom, his teacher refused me. She didn’t allow me in. Witch. I told myself.

So I had to console myself of waiting him home after school. He would bring along flash cards and he would teach me how to read, write and spell. He would also tell me stories about school, his classmates and friends. Those stories furthered my interest to be in the school soonest. One day he told me, he could take me to his school’s Christmas Party. I was so happy! I remembered the day before the party; I prepared my best bib and tucker for that school event. I enjoyed a lot!

And so when we were separated, it was hell of an adjustment for me. At first, I was lost, but slowly I started to develop my own identity. We exchanged letters by post. No emails during those days. So it would take a month to hear from him. When I was in High School, he introduced me to the world of Philately, collecting coins and paper currencies. That opened my eyes to the bigger world out there. It amazed me keeping stamps, coins and paper monies from different countries. I would always imagine how in the world they reached my hometown. There must be some interesting travel stories for these collectibles. That opened my fancy for travel. I vowed to myself, “I will visit these countries. I swear.”

As I was beginning to turn to an adult, Big Bro’s absence made me realize my own identity. But I saw his shadows all the time. After High School in Iloilo, he went back to Bacolod City to study Engineering then shifted to Nursing. On the other hand, I went to Iloilo for my Business Administration Degree. While in college, I busied myself every summer working to have extra money for the incoming school opening. Summers then were not the same as before. We were both pre-occupied with summer classes or summer jobs.

After graduation, we were reunited in Manila where we practiced our professions. We spent a couple of years together. He was a nurse working as a medical representative in a multinational drug firm. I was then a Junior Auditor of Price Waterhouse. We had joint night-outs with my friends and his. We frequented the once Studebaker where we strutted our cool moves. We were addicted to disco dancing. We were always present at the bar, rain or shine, even if Pasong Tamo St. where we pass was flooded.

Then we realized, we were turning to mature adults, racing against time to make good money, trying hard to become rich sooner if not soonest. We now had our own circle of friends and a couple of different interests. I busied myself with work and girlfriends. He busied himself selling fertility drugs and antibiotics. Then one day, he finally got tired of selling and said, “I wanted to see the world and earn big money abroad.” So he flew to Taiwan, then to the United Kingdom to practice his nursing career. Finally!

I was left behind in Manila determined to build a business empire.
(With parts 2 and 3 of 3 parts.)

A Trip Down Memory Lane

A Trip Down Memory Lane

Sixteen years after graduation, I returned to my college to deliver a welcome address to the Freshmen. As I entered the University campus with my close friend Benmar, I was like transported back to time. Memories of the good old days in college flooded my thoughts. Yeah, sweet memories of my college days, I will always remember them….

“ A BSBA Accounting graduate in ’92, Villegas has an interesting story to tell. It is interesting because it is always fascinating to listen to a success story. Addressing the freshers, he unfolded what he called his simple life story, peppered with humor and emotions, and delivered as probably one of the most candid and most sincere Opening Exercises messages. “ (UPViews, Iloilo City, 2005)

“…….and to the University of the Philippines FRESHMEN of 2005 –

WELCOME TO YOUR FUTURE”


Fortune favors the bold….and your future is almost certain freshmen, as you have made the right choice in picking up the cudgels and taking that tricky UPCAT.

Now, you are part of the prestigious University of Philippines. You are the BOLD who braved the UPCAT and passed – and – fortune favors you!

Freshmen, greenhorns, neophytes – these are the buzz words that you would be hearing. These are words synonymous to “kid” or “child”. You are a kid at this point – you are at the threshold of your future….you are about to embark on a journey of higher learning, a journey of discoveries, a journey of realization of what you want to become when you “really grow up”.

For some- college can also be a rude awakening. Why is that? – you could discover that the course that you have always been sure of is really not your vocation. I had a friend who diligently studied, took up dentistry in college, took the board exam, passed the board exam, pulled out a couple of my teeth – then tossed her dental instruments and she traded them for… who can guess what she became after here awakening? I have five hundred pesos for the person who can guess? Any takers? My friend turned to cooking – she is now the Chef de Partie of a five star hotel in Ortigas in Pasig City.

Her rude realization is that she wasted hundreds of thousands of pesos in college thinking that she was preparing herself to do what she wants PULL OUT TEETH- but alas! From dental practice – she moved to the FOOD INDUSTRY – glorious food! Cakes, pastries, steaks – name every yummy delight and she churns them in her kitchen. Imagine the 180 degrees turn around. Ironic isn’t it? But that is life – that can be yours too…. If you could afford to throw hundreds of thousands of pesos. Why not!?

My name is Greg M. Villegas and sixteen years ago – I sat right there –where you are now……

Sixteen years ago, after finishing high school, I dreamed of getting into a good college. Good Education doesn’t come cheap and by golly, Greg M. Villegas’ resources are no where in the “well off” bracket too. So I thought that the only chance I had at getting good education is to get to the University of the Philippines. And so I took the UPCAT test, at least I had a shot at that coveted GOOD Education. My problem now is my “pang-japorms” in college. I thought to myself that a few decent couture, a pair of shoes, and a couple of pants would give me the much needed POGI POINTS with the professors. So to earn, I worked as a counter sales clerk in a department store in Bacolod. After two months in that sweatshop, my epiphany came- UP wrote to say that I passed the UPCAT- I thought to myself - Thank God so now I can go shopping with the money I earned – just kidding.

I was really thankful to God I did not only pass UPCAT but I was also qualified to apply for the UP Grant-in-Aid Program. I applied for the financial assistance offered and my application was granted. I then enrolled in a BSBA Accounting Degree Program. That is the course that leads you up to that CPA title.

I recall in my first few months, as a Freshman in this University, I experienced loneliness, fears, doubts, etc. I had almost given up. I just wanted then to go back to my family, my comfort zone. I doubted my ability to finish my chosen degree program in this University where academic excellence is the first rule of the day everyday. Yet, I realized that the opportunity that the University gave me to change my life is just once in a lifetime. I decided not to waste that opportunity. I took a shot and gave my all. I knew then that FORTUNE FAVORS those who do not give up.

I survived my first year. I even performed a lot better than I thought. Since then, I maintained a more positive outlook in life. I trusted myself and kept a fierce determination to finish my Degree Program. I studied harder and burned my midnight candle. I diligently submitted all my assignments, finished my researches on time, and kept my self away from bad company and activities.

It was an uphill climb for a self supporting student like me. Though I received financial assistance from the University, the allowance barely covered my day to day expenses especially on food, clothing and school projects. So I worked as a student assistant at the Secretary’s Office of the College of Management to make ends meet. It was not easy working and studying at the same time but it’s one of the best choices I have made in my life. Earning and learning at the same time.

Every summer, I prepared for the incoming school year’s expenses by taking on summer jobs. I tried the Department of Labor in Bacolod for its Summer Work Appreciation Program. They sent me to the Sales Office of Pepsi Cola Bottling Co. in Bacolod where I do clerical and messengerial tasks and other odd jobs. I made good money during those short stints. But the most priceless of all was the wealth of experiences I gained from the mentors I had from this institution.

Four years later, I was singing Barry Manilow’s song, I Made It Through the Rain. I felt I was the king of the world at that time! Yes, I was so terribly happy because I earned my ticket to a better life, my UP diploma.

After my graduation in 1992, I went to Manila to review for the CPA Licensure Examination. With high hopes, I wanted to be one of the top examinees and make a name for myself. I reviewed very hard. When the result of the first Pre-Board Exam at the CPA Review School of the Philippines in Manila was released, I belonged to the top 20 and ranked No.1 in Western Visayas. That inspired me to double my efforts for the actual board exam.

However, not all that we pursue in life is given to us in a silver platter. Trials come along the way. They say, the best kind of diamond is made through intense heat and pressure. I met an accident while I was preparing for the board exam. I was not able to finish my six-month review course. I broke my right arm and I was hospitalized twice. The doctor had to plaster cast my right arm. I was discharged at the hospital two months after, weak and unable to write normally because the cast almost prevented me from writing. The fighter in me kept me from quitting. With only barely a month to go before the actual licensure test, I went back to my study area and started reading my review materials again. I did not quit. I took the test and made it….. though I did not land in the top 20. Still, I was happy and thankful to the Lord, who always hear my prayers.

Perhaps you now have the same feelings I had when I was a Freshman in 1988. You wonder and ponder on the thought “Gosh, will I make it through college, will I be successful in my endeavors?” The answer lies in you: resistance to failure, determination to learn, humility and faith in your abilities. These are the keys to your success. Master all these and the answer to your questions is a resounding YES. The future lies in your hands. Chart your SUCCESS.

SUCCES is a hard, bumpy, dusty, and uphill road you will tread. Have the grit for battle!

But FRESHMEN, there are pitfalls in your way to achieving your dreams. Do not be arrogant. Do not be so full of yourself. Honor and learn from the people around you – they have seen a world that you have not. Learn from their experiences, because you are blessed to be able to avoid their mistakes. Seek assistance from Him up there. Remember that the good Lord helps those who help themselves.

Twelve years after graduation, armed with a UP diploma and a CPA license, I pursued my career in the Central Business District of Makati moving from one company to another, trying on different hats, finding my true place in the corporate world. I opened myself to more EDUCATION……college provided my rock solid foundation but my experiences in the real corporate world polished my skills.

Be open freshmen- embrace every opportunity that presents itself to you. Learn, learn and learn more!

Sixteen years after my freshman orientation- I find myself in front of another freshman orientation. I was asked to inspire you with my small story.

I know that I owe this university- UP, my professors, the whole academe, and the wild corporate world a great deal. With them my struggles were a cinch and the Lord who is our shepherd rewarded me. I now run my own company. I also practice my profession in Audit, Tax, Business Advisory and Consultancy Services. ….I am happy, fulfilled, contented…..and forever grateful to this institution, for helping me change my destiny, for helping me realize my full potentials…from an honest sales clerk to a successful entrepreneur and a business executive. I am just Greg M. Villegas, CPA and entrepreneur – you, my dear freshmen have a whole life ahead to do better - Do your best and God will do the rest.

Strike a balance in your student life. It’s not all studies, exams and researches here. Enhance your leadership skills by joining the student council or other worthwhile and university sanctioned organizations. If you have the talent in acting, you may join the theater and arts guild. If you are a sports-minded person, you can join a sports team and represent your college during the university sports activities. If you have talent in journalism, write your thoughts in your college publication. Join the UP debating team or quiz team. On December, before going home for the holiday break, join the UP lantern parade. There are a thousand and one possibilities for you to enjoy your entire stay at UP. Be involved! Socialize – do your business networking as early as now and you will reap these when you enter the corporate world. Cultivate your talents- speak! Be heard!

Avail of the student counseling service given by the University guidance counselor. I remember during my college days, I was a regular visitor of Mrs. Salgado of the Office of Student Personnel Services (OSPS) for counseling. Her kind and inspiring words were my light during my darkest moments in the University and sometimes, even up to now.

And when you finish your studies here, remember that you are an Iskolar ng Bayan. Don’t forget that you have a responsibility to the community and to this country. I remember, during our commencement exercises in 1992, our guest speaker, Ms. Haydee Yorac once said, “Mga Iskolar ng Bayan, tandaan ang inyong katungkulan sa bayan”. I agree with her.

Philippines needs you. After you make yourself financially stable in the future, give something back to the community in any form. It can be in a form of an honest public service, or by just paying the right taxes or by creating jobs and livelihood in your community. You may also give scholarships to our less fortunate brothers and sisters. Don’t just be opportunity seekers. Create opportunities for you and for other people.

I did not finish my UP education with flying colors. I did not top the CPA board exam. I consider my self as an ordinary UP student with an extra-ordinary determination. I was bold enough to dream and achieve and Fortune favored me. I hope that my hard work and perseverance, and the trials that I hurdled just to be where I am now will serve as an inspiration to all of you.

Good luck and Welcome to UP.

At sa mga Iskolar ng Bayan, may the Passion of the University be with you!

See You in Chicago (Part 3 of 3 parts)

See You in Chicago
(Part 3 of 3 parts)
For a decade, Chicago has been a good host to my business partners and friends…




Reunion with Friends in Chicago

I didn’t expect that in the Summer of 2003, exactly 15 years after singing our “farewell, goodbye, adieu …” song in High School, I will be reunited with Gerimel, Rey and Marjorie in Chicago.

Back then, Gerimel and Rey were all single and were sharing an apartment, while Marjorie was already married and was living with a Jewish guy. Gerimel was already engaged that time to a girl from Cebu. Rey I suppose, had no time for love because it seemed to me that he was so busy trying to become rich if not richer sooner.

On my most recent visit in 2007, Marjorie has already become a mommy with a lovely white daughter named Parin. Gerimel and Rey had given up their apartment because they both now have their own places to stay.

Gerimel chose to live outside Chicago because he wanted it peace and quiet once home, away from the hustle and bustle of the city. Ray and I drove to his place. It was more than an hour's drive past wheat fields and a golf course. He lives in the suburbs, an ideal place for him to raise a family. I should say that he is a lucky guy. He has a grand, well-appointed house. I can't help but imagine how much time his wife spent filling the house with appropriate and lovely furniture, frames and art pieces. Gerimel is now a daddy. I can see the contentment in his face, especially now that he has a beautiful child to raise. Congratulations my friend!

Meanwhile, I could claim that Rey and I share a lot of things in common. For one thing, he likes living in the city to being near with the hospital where he works and with the city’s attractions. Another, he is still single and a workaholic. He reports at St. Joseph Hospital at the ICU/CCU unit, which is just a few minute drive from downtown Chicago. He never wastes his time for time is indeed gold. In his days-off, he works part-time in some health agencies.

No wonder, he’s now got a 1500sq ft pad in North Rockwell, built a two-storey 5 bedroom house for his parents in the Philippines, drives a silver Pioneer Exterra and is currently amortizing a two-storey commercial building in the city.

Rey is a good son and a very good friend. He’s been living a selfless life, supporting his family and helping some friends. He just laments on how people close to him could abuse his goodness. He complains, to date, two or three persons owe him a total of USD80,000 with no assurance or guaranty that he will ever get paid as some of them have already left or have since then made themselves scarce.

In his flat, I saw a big Balik-Bayan box full to the brim of canned goods, clothing, oversized shampoo, toothpaste, lotion, vitamins, bars of soap and other household necessities, being readied for ship-out to Manila.

He makes it a point to have a day-off when I visit him and the rest in Chicago, so he could drive me around and take me to interesting places or dine in cool restos. Though in one occasion, I have to stay for over two hours in his office in a healthcare company where he works part time as he can not go on leave. One time, he took me to a lawn tennis court where I met his Filipino friend working as a Physical Therapist. We had a lengthy discussion on the pros and cons of working outside the Philippines, bottom line I guess is, “ the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence.”

But I already made a resolution years ago, that I would never leave Manila and work abroad as long as my business is doing good. Home is where the heart is. My heart is in Manila. Amen!

Looking back 20 years ago, my and Rey’s life was not that easy. We were not born privileged. It was a continuous uphill climb to success for both of us. His success is an inspiration to me.

I only maintain a handful of friends. Chicago will always be my destination once I’m in North America for people like Gerimel, Rey and Marjorie make my stop-over worthwhile. They are my good friends. They are the kind of friends worth keeping.

So when we sometimes see each other in cyberia, I would always say to them, “See you in Chicago.”

(Part 3 of 3 parts)

See You in Chicago (Part 2 of 3 parts)

(Part 2 of 3 parts)
For a decade, Chicago has been a good host to my business partners and friends…

Discovering Chicago

Chicago is a huge city. My three short visits proved inadequate for me to see all the places I wanted to see. Up to now, I still long to return there, enjoy it’s cuisine, watch a game at Wrigley Field, watch Oprah Show, etc. things, that I haven’t tried doing yet during those past visits.


The Wrigley Building

An organized bus tour could be a wise option to see the city’s architecture and skyscrapers, museums and other interesting places in four hours. Some of the world’s tallest buildings like the Sears Tower and the Hancock Center dominate its skyline. But the one that has forever left an impression on my mind every time I think of Chicago is the Wrigley Building, the headquarters of my favourite chewing gum.

If it’s a woman, to me, she’s a goddess. Built in 1920, the building has a well- proportioned architecture with sparkling white terra-cotta cladding. I like it because of its Hispanic touch. It was patterned after the Giralda Tower of the Cathedral of Seville, Spain. This Gothic cathedral was built in the 15th and 16th century on the grounds of the former major Arab mosque. It takes pride of being the largest place of worship in Spain, and the third largest cathedral in the Christian world.

Meanwhile, the Giralda Tower was the minaret of the 12th century Moslem mosque. A minaret is generally a tall spire with onion-shaped crown, usually either free standing or much taller than any surrounding support structure.

The Wrigley Building is such an architectural marvel especially at night when it is flooded with lights.


Navy Pier and Lake Michigan

Chicago boasts of its largest freshwater lake in the US and the fifth in the world, the Lake Michigan . The lake’s shoreline is approximately 500 kms. with a pier constructed in 1916, named the Navy Pier.

With my business partner, we took a one-hour Lake Michigan cruise. On board the ferry, my eyes feasted on the magnificent skyline of Chicago viewed from a distance. It was such a lovely sight, with skyscrapers, clear blue sky and white clouds on the background. Not so far away from our boat was the sight of the lake, its shoreline with people unmindful of their activities. I thought, there could be no better place for me that day save for that seat at the deck of the boat, enjoying the scenery with cool winds blowing.

After the cruise, we were joined by Rey at the port. He was my High School buddy. He works as a nurse in Chicago for over a decade, together with my other classmates Gerimel, and Marjorie. The three of us spent hours walking along the shore, passing by joggers, lovers , families and dog walkers, while enjoying the good weather and the fresh air. It was such a fine afternoon walk along the lake shore.


Casinos

After our business meeting, shopping and museum visit, Marjorie took us to a Mediterranean restaurant. We had a good meal. After dinner, she revealed her great plan for the night, to play slot machines in the nearby casinos.

Playing slots is Rey’s and Marjorie’s stress buster. I should say, Marjorie is a high roller in her own right. No table games please, only machines. She’s got VIP cards and invitations from these gaming institutions, sometimes, she receives free buffet meals and accommodations too. Though I should say her stress buster activity caught up with her over time. She said, she asked her husband to instruct Harrah’s to ban her from entering the casino.

Past Harrah’s East Chicago, they took us to a Casino in the nearby state of Indiana. Inside, we started cranking our machines, hoping that we can bring home the jackpot. While losing almost a hundred dollars of my pocket money, I heard an unusual sound of Leo’s machine. Seeing his machine’s overhead light flashing, my heart beat so fast. “Could it be the jackpot?” I asked myself.

Then he started shouting and clapping. Yes he won a jackpot! I trembled at the thought of the jackpot! However, it was my calming moment when I learned that he only won a minor jackpot prize of USD800 net of tax. “Beginner’s luck.” my friends told him. But whatever it was, it surely made my colleague’s wallet fatter that night because after cashing-out his winnings, he stopped. I swear, I turned green in envy that night. Good enough, Leo returned my USD100. Thank you!

(with part 3, last part)

See You in Chicago (Part 1 of 3 parts)

See You in Chicago
(Part 1 of 3 parts)
For a decade, Chicago has been a good host to my business partners and friends…

For me, every visit to the US, should mean a stop-over to Chicago to pay a courtesy call to my principal and be reunited with good old friends in High School. Chicago is home to my shipping principal, headquarters to some of my customers’ suppliers and a residence and a workplace to my nurses friends.


Doing My Thing in Chicago

Chicago is the largest City of State of Illinois and the third most populous cities in the United States. It is served by two major international airports, Chicago Midway International Airport and O'Hare International Airport. The latter is the world's second busiest in terms of passengers. The city is also home to the internationally recognized Chicago 'L' system of heavy rail rapid transit, a part of its past grandeur of being once the capital of the railroad industry.

I had been working with a Chicago based principal for almost a decade. Debbie, my polish Cargo Queen has been doing a very good job picking, packing and shipping my freight. I enjoy working with her. She is incomparable.

O’ Hare International Airport has been my and Debbie’s mute witness to a decade of good business relationship. We airfreight tons of kitchen and restaurant equipment of US brands from Chicago and nearby states for the booming fast food and restaurant industry in Manila. Likewise, movements of golf course equipment parts and irrigation materials for the Philippines fast growing golf course industry has kept us busy for 10 good years and counting.

Chicago’s Railway System has also seen our hard work of moving containers of industrial, commercial and household equipment, chemicals and food stuff, irrigation and golf course materials and equipment, golf cars, etc. These cargoes are all laden in regular dry container vans or out-of-gauge open-top containers. Then ,these vans go to Ramp Chicago, hauled by the train to the port of Los Angeles, the final port of loading for the containers’ voyage to Manila.

Debbie is a real Cargo Queen. The first time I saw her, she was wearing a pair of faded denim. She said, “I went to the warehouse and checked the goods for ship-out so I’m in my warehouse working clothes.” The last time I visited her office, she was wearing a pair of cargo shorts. Cool! No more explanations from her this time.

And oh just like a real monarch, she’s got talent too! She was once a member of a band. She used to travel with her band in the 70’s across America in her younger years but she said, “America didn’t want us to become famous, so I ended up in a cargo business.” Last year, I learned that she’s reunited with her band and they perform in some of Chicago’s bars at night after office hours. She sings and she plays the guitar too.

I haven’t seen the musical artist side of her. I hope in one of my future visits I can listen to her craft.

I love what you’re doing. Keep it up your majesty!

Festival de Masskara

Kari sa Bacolod. Dala ka maskara.
¡Venga a Bacolod. Traiga una máscara!

El festival de Masskara había sido una parte de mis años más jóvenes.
Los colores, baile de la calle y, el desfile me hizo realizar que la vida es una celebración grande. Viaje conmigo en Bacolod y celebramos la vida. Celebramos Masskara.


El Festival

La fiesta representa una competición de baile de calle donde personas de cualquier nivel de vida marchan a las calles para ver a bailarinas coloradamente-enmascarados giran al ritmo contagioso del golpe musical latino en una presentación que aturde de la maestría, la alegría, coordinación y energía.

El término Masskara fue creado de dos palabras: masa, significando la multitud, y la cara, palabra español, para la cara; así el doble sentido para la "máscara" y "muchas caras". Fue acuñado por Sr. Ely Santiago, por un pintor, por el caricaturista, y por artista cultural, que dedicó la exposición en su arte trabaja las muchas caras de Negrenses agobiaron con varias crisis.

Durante este festival cada octubre, la plaza pública de la ciudad es traída vivo en una terraza de verano inmensa. Hay también concursos de Calle-Bailando de Masskara que destacan el festival entero. Festival de Masskara fue pensado como un ánimo a todo defenderse y mantener sonreír a pesar de los problemas de azúcar, y destacó esa esperanza todavía existido. Desde entonces, las máscaras sonrientes han llegado a ser el símbolo de la ciudad, así ganando su etiqueta como el "la Ciudad de la Sonrisa". Este festival anual, que ha llegado a ser uno de Filipinas mejor sitio para turistas conocido, ha estado ganando delirios de turistas locales y extranjeros. Festival de Masskara también ha sido juzgado el festival más hermoso y colorado entre los varios contingentes de otros países.


La Historia

El festival inculca entre las personas la cultura de evasión y oscurantismo, donde ellos tienen que aceptar y olvidarse sus sufrimientos causados por la explotación y la opresión de los propietarios.

En esta ciudad, las personas son favorecidas por los organizadores, los negociantes y hacenderos, para olvidarse las dificultades y la depresión económicas que suceden especialmente durante muerto de tiempo o de la temporada de cosecha-moliendo de azúcar.

Bacolod es la capital de Occidental de Negros, conocido como la Azucarera de las Filipinas y forma parte de Visayas Occidental en Filipinas Centrales.

Originalmente y irónicamente, las máscaras reflejaron la pena de las personas sobre la pérdida de sus amados cuando, en 1979, paquebote del lujo de Navegación de Negros, MV Don Juan chocó con un petrolero. Varias de las víctimas pertenecen a Negros las familias ricas.

Cinco años antes, había una gota grande en la producción de azúcar. Los Negrenses sufrieron del exceso de azúcar en el mercado mundial causado por la crisis caribe de azúcar y la introducción del substituto de azúcar como el Jarabe Alto de la Fructosa Maíz en Estados Unidos. Todo éstos llevaron al teniendo del primer Festival de Masskara en 1980. La propuesta original de Santiago para tener el desfile anual que utiliza máscaras para capturar la crisis en Negros, fue cambiada por el élite local en el baile de la calle y alegre-hacer festival. Estas imágenes ricas de máscaras fueron utilizadas por los hacenderos y políticos locales para ocultar el sufrimiento del Negrenses. Desde entonces, Festival de Masskara llegó a ser uno de las atracciones populares en Negros, engañando a miles de personas dentro de y fuera del país.

My Travel Woes (part 2)

My Travel Woes…
(Part 2 of 2 parts)


I had an asthma attack in USA

Back in 2003, everything was all set for our early morning drive to Niagara Falls, when I suffered from an unexpected bronchial asthma attack. Everybody advised me to just stay home, take a good rest and guard the house a la “Home Alone” kid. I firmly said “NO!”

Asthma is no joke, not to mention the chest and back pains that I had to endure. At Niagara, I felt my knees were shaking while queuing for our boat ride to flirt with the Maid of the Mist. But when we reached the foot of the falls, I had forgotten all about my asthma. I can’t describe that magical feeling being so close to the giant falls, hearing the laughter and jubilations of the passengers as the wind blew a bountiful amount of water all over, the joy in the faces of my parents, the magical sight of the rainbow on the background, all these lifted me up that no amount of asthma suffering could dampen my spirit.

The Niagara Falls experience was worth the risk I took in spite of my health concerns.


I was served an awful meal in Malaysia

I am adventurous when it comes to food. However, the taste of the packed meal served at the train on our night trip to Malaysia from Singapore made my stomach summersault. The slimy rice mixed with cracked corn and anchovies could pass for a hog meal. I chose to just sleep my hunger away.


The taxi driver in Hong Kong could not speak and understand English

On the last day of our shopping spree in Hong Kong, Leo, Lloyds and I made our last minute purchases at a night market called Stanley Market.

On board the taxi, I requested the driver, “Sir, can you take us to Stanley Market?” The driver replied yes. Later, I noticed that he was taking us to a different route, I asked, “Are you taking us to Stanley Market?” the driver said, “Yes.” Then, it came clear to me that the driver was taking us to the airport. It was late for me to realize that he could not speak nor understand English, but Chinese. Perhaps the only English word he could utter was "yes”.

Fumingly, I told him to stop the car and we got off. Luckily, the next cab driver could speak English. It was such a great relief.


It was a rainy day at the beach in Rio

It had been my dream for a long time to visit Rio de Janeiro and enjoy the sun and get a good burn while sipping caipirinha at the beach.

So, I decided to make it happen in September of 2006. However, it was such a great disappointment upon landing at Jigondas Airport when I discovered that the sun was nowhere to be found. It was raining. There were no beach goers at Ipanema or Leblon in their string bikinis.

I patiently waited for the sun to shine but I lost hope on the third day. I checked-out, went to the airport, and decided to get a ticket for Sao Paolo. As I was approaching Varig’s counter, the sun shone so bright, as if enticing me to just stay and enjoy Rio. So, I made a full turn, took the bus and returned to Ipanema.

What followed was a four-day holiday extravaganza at the beach.

My Travel Woes (part 1)

My Travel Woes…(Part 1 of two parts)


Travelling is not always that fun. Troubles may come unexpectedly. And when they do happen in one of your trips, my advice is, just maintain an open mind and consider them as part of the whole travel experience. Never let these travel woes ruin your holiday mood. Just enjoy the rest of the trip.

Hear me out and think how these hassles added thrill to my travels making them more exciting.


I lost my wallet containing banknotes, credit and ATM cards at Munich Airport

I felt my whole world collapsed when I found out that I lost my wallet with my cash, credit and ATM cards at Munich Airport. I was terrified at the thought of losing them halfway on my vacation. It’s no joke being left with almost nothing in a foreign land.

My suspect was the guy who bumped me at the airport. He distracted my attention and swiftly pick-pocketed me.

I was totally helpless. I never felt so poor my whole life. I wasted more than three hours at the Airport Police Station just to have my cards blocked, request for replacements and ask for a police report. Citibank would charge me an emergency replacement fee of USD350 per card or that would be USD700 for both Visa and MasterCard. I had to decline. It’s a highway robbery!

Instead, I asked my office to transfer money through a Western Union branch in Zurich because I would be going to Zurich in the next 5 days. I incurred USD350 conversion loss from PhP to USD to CHF because Western Union could only pay me CHF in Zurich. In Manila, Western Union wanted my office to remit in USD. My office had to buy USD using peso funds. The conversion process from PhP to USD and ultimately to CHF by Western Union was another robbery in a broad daylight. Everybody was in it for the money!


I travelled sin documentos in Argentina

This incident almost brought me to jail in Argentina. Please read my April post entitled “A Brave Yet Foolish Decision” in two parts.


I missed my Hong Kong flight

I missed my Hong Kong flight in 2004 with my business partners, Leo and Lloyds. We underestimated the highway traffic to the airport. We did not make it on time. We were rebooked on the first available flight the following day. My colleagues had to stay overnight in my flat because they don’t want that their families would know that they missed their flights. Never mind about the rebooking fee. We decided to just keep it among ourselves. Meanwhile, from the airport, an unexpected black-out in the whole Luzon occurred. When we reached my flat, the elevators were out of order. We had to use the stairs all the way from the ground floor up to my unit on the 22nd floor with our luggage. Too bad for Lloyds for using the stairways up to my unit in high-heeled shoes carrying an oversized bag.


I missed my train ride in Singapore

In 2000, Leo and I missed the night train from Singapore to Malaysia. Since the train had just left, the officer suggested that we take a taxi and catch the train at Johor Baru Station. It’s the station dividing Singapore and Malaysia. That taxi ride was equivalent to one half of our train fare to Malaysia.


My luggage was misrouted in Bologna

On my Holy Week vacation in Bologna last March 2008, I was terribly mad at the airport after I discovered that my luggage was missing. I only learned the following night that Austrian Air misrouted my luggage to Vienna.

I only had my Paul Smith messenger bag containing my travel documents, wallet and some personal stuff when I arrived in Bologna. I spent the rest of the night sleeping naked at my hotel room, anxious about the whereabouts of my personal belongings. The morning after, instead of taking a day tour, I spent half of the day shopping for clothes, underwear and toiletries.

My luggage was only delivered after 24 hours. Good enough I had a travel insurance. Philam reimbursed me PhP10,000 out of the Euro237 that I spent for clothes and toiletries. But still, the reimbursement was not enough to cover such unnecessary purchases.


My flight was delayed in Buenos Aires

A delayed flight could ruin your whole itinerary especially if you don’t have enough time for your connecting flights. Last year in Buenos Aires, my flight was delayed for three hours. As a consequence, I missed my connecting flight in Houston on my way to New York City. I got rebooked on the next available flight departing only after three hours. That was a six-hour delay combined.

My sister had to drive twice from Long Island to JFK Airport to pick me up. I didn’t get the chance of informing her about the delay because my mobile phone ran out of battery. Its charger was inside my checked-in luggage. The delays took one day of my holiday in New York.

Also, in 2004, I missed my connecting flight in Zurich with my colleague because of a two-hour delay of our plane’s take-off at London Heathrow Airport due to heavy runway traffic.

Upon our arrival at Zurich Airport, Swiss Air had to book us in one of its flights to Paris so we can catch a Cathay Pacific flight to Manila. The whole thing made it a 24-hour travel back home. It should only be 14 hours. That was ten-hour deprivation of the comfort of my home after more than a month of being away.

(With part 2)

Argentina paisajes

My Travel Vocabulary (English-Spanish)

My Travel Vocabulary

To those who are travelling to Spain and Latin Countries, I share with you my travel vocabulary and its Spanish translation.


My Travel Mates
English - Spanish
airline company - compaña aérea (Mexico- linea aérea
air stewardess, flight attendant, cabin crew - azafata
bell boy - botones
captain - capitán
commander,commandant - comandante
crew - tripulación
driver - chofer, conductor
front desk clerk - recepcionista
guide - guía
house maid - mucama
interpreter - interprete
passenger - pasajero
pilot - piloto
purser - contador
taxi driver - taxista
travel agency - agencia de viajes
waiter - camarero

The Place To Be
airport - aeropuerto
bath room - cuarto de baño
boarding gate - puerta de embarque
border - frontera
cabin - camarote
corridor,passage,pedestrian walkway - pasillo
counter - mostrador
customs - aduana
entrance - entrada
exit - salida
front desk,reception - recepcion
guest house, boarding house - pensión
hotel alojamiento - hotel
passport control - control de pasaportes
platform ( train) - anden
port - muelle
rail road - paso a nivel (Mexico- paso a desnivel)
station - estación
ticket office - taquilla
track, trail tarmac - pista
waiting room - sala de espera


Things That I Should Have and Things That I Need to Know
baggage cart - carrito
bed - litera
camera - maquina de fotos, cámara
camping tent - tienda de campana
car window, small window - ventanilla
caravan - caravana
change - cambio
control tower - torre de control
cruise - crucero
delay - retraso, demorado
excess baggage - sobrepeso
flight - vuelo
foreign currency - divisas
halt, stop - parada
information - información
itinerary, route/ (timetable- México) - itinerario
lane, route - vía
life jacket, life preserver chaleco - salvavidas
life raft - bote salvavidas
life vest, life preserver - salvavidas
line - línea
luggage,baggage - equipaje
magazine - revista
map - mapa
newspaper - periódico (Argentina – diario)
operating instructions for a flight, operational orders for a flight - consigna de vuelo
overnight bag, travelling bag - bolsa de mano
periódico - prensa
postage, post - postal
reservation - reserva
route, way - trayecto
seat - asiento
sleeping bag - saco de dormir
tax - impuesto
ticket - billete
timetable - horario
trunk, suitcase - maleta
turbulence - turbulencia
velocity - velocidad
visa - visado
visibility - visibilidad
window - ventana

How To Get There/Mode of Transport
airplane - avión
bicycle - bicicleta
bus - autobús
coach, railway, carriage - vagón
ferry - trasbordador
motorcycle - moto
ship - barco
train - tren
train coach - coche cama, ferro carril

How I Describe It…
jerky, hilly, bumpy - accidentado
aereal - aéreo
airconditioned - climatizado
comfortable - cómodo
complete - completo
spacious - espacioso
narrow - estrecho
uncomfortable -incomodo
slow - lento
luxurious - lujoso
modest, unpretentious - modesto
dangerous -peligroso
fast - rápido
normal - regular
reserved - reservado
certain - seguro
silent - silencio

To Do's
annoy - marear(se)
arrive - llegar
board - desembarcar
cancel - cancelar
change place - desplazarse
charge - cargar
check-in - facturar (Mexico- documentar)
complain - reclamar
confirm - confirmar
connect - enlazar
declare - declarar
derrail (train)- descarrillar
descend - bajar
discharge - descargar
embark, go on board - embarcar
exchange - hacer trasbordo
exit, leave - salir
fly - volar
go up, climb - subir
land - aterrizar
lodge - alojarse
navigate - navegar
reserve - reservar
ride, take - coger (Argentina, Mexico –tomar)
sail - zarpar
send-off - despedir(se)
take-off - despegar
top-over - hacer escala
travel - viajar
visit - visitar

CzechMate in Prague (fotos)

Charles Bridge



Italian Court
The small balcony with a small door built for a short king.



Leo, my business partner and friend



The Gothic five-naved Sta. Barbara Church

CzechMate in Prague (part 3)

CzechMate in Prague
17 years after the Velvet Revolution in 1989, I paid a visit to Czech Republic…


Our third day was scheduled for a visit outside the city in a town called Kutna Hora. This town experienced economic boom during the 13th century because of its silver mines. It used to mint silver coins for the monarch.

We woke up early for our three hour drive. The drive alone to Kutna Hora was already a treat. I marvelled at the beauty of landscapes and sceneries in springtime. The view was awesome.

We visited the Gothic Church of Sta. Barbara, the Italian Court where the royal family once resided and where the silvers were minted. It is also in this town where the Sedlec Ossuary can be found. It contains 40,000 to 70,000 human bones neatly piled, some were creatively arranged to form a chandelier, a cross, décors, and hangings on the wall.

Each of these places offered unique experiences. The Gothic Sta. Barbara Church displayed a peculiar charm because it has five naves. The small royal bedroom and the cute balcony, built for a short king at the Italian Court was amusing. Having an ice cold Czech beer in a bar near the Court was as good as the centuries-old silver coins displayed at the Court Museum. The bones at the Ossuary freaked me out. I never saw tons of skeletons like that. I started counting the skulls but after several attempts, I gave up. The guide informed us that scenes from the movie Dungeons and Dragons were filmed there. I can’t explain that eerie feeling inside that dungeon full of skeletons. After that Sedlec trip, it took me months to eat beef ribs or some boned-dish or that famous Filipino Bulalo soup with an abundant amount of cow’s leg bone for that matter.

We returned to the city past five in the afternoon. We got-off near Mala Strana, took some photos and ran like a wind to St. Vitus Cathedral to buy some rosaries and bambino pendants. The cathedral shop closes after six if I may recall. Leo bought a lot of religious stuff. He is a Catholic follower and he has two elderly aunts, both are nuns under the order of Sisters of Charity.

For him a cathedral visit serves two purposes. He goes there to pray as well to appreciate architecture and art . On my part, being a non-Catholic believer it’s more on the latter. He took time to pray, while I busied myself taking photos. We hurriedly went to the cathedral’s shop for the rosaries, pendants and other souvenirs. On the street going back to our apartment, he found out that he left his camera at the shop. He panicked.

He ran as fast as he could. I could imagine how he prayed so hard to all the saints for him to have his camera back. I can hear him say, “San Antonio de Padua…. “

His prayers were answered. He found his camera still lying at the counter of the shop. He must have prayed so hard!

Back in our Apartment, we took time to rest and prepared ourselves for our dates with the Czechs in the evening. It was not a usual kind of boy’s night out with hot girls ending in a usual question for the climax of the night, “Your place or mine?” It was different because our dates were all dead Czechs. We were going on a ghost hunting trip that night.

I needed extra energy and courage for that. So I thought, there can be no better answer save for two bottles of famous Czech beer and a steak. Czech beer is very good, one of the best beers I have tasted so far. I have to give it to them. They really make very good beer. But wait, “What’s this whip cream doing on my steak?” A sweet tasting steak. It was horrible! Okay, I said, “Beer for the Czechs and steak for the Argentines.”

Ghost hunting was never that scary after all. In fact I found it funny. Our tour guide took us to places where frequent encounters with ghosts happen. So there was this story about the headless soldier, the green man, the white lady and all those ghosts I can imagine. I expected to see real ghosts, but I ended up hearing ghost stories instead. What made it funny to me were the reactions of the tourists while listening to the stories. For instance, I saw how the story of a lady floating in the air frightened a young British girl. Okay, with her imaginations and all that, it was understandable. She is just a kid, so ghost stories can easily scare her. But wait a sec, “Why is this white man in his mid- twenties, with a body passable for a rugby player, can display a frightened look while hearing the story of a headless soldier?” I don’t understand it. Can any one give me a better explanation?

For the rest of the week, we were on our own. No more guided tours. I spent two early morning jogs, looked for a cyber café to check my e-mails and shopped for some clothes. Our last free day before hitting the road to the airport was such a perfect day, the sun was up and the weather was tolerable. We had some bottles of beer. The best part was when we came across this Argentine restaurant in Prague called El Gaucho. They served the perfect steak for me, just the way I wanted my steak should be. Saludos!

Leo and I parted ways at the airport. He was on the last days of his grand tour that time after visiting South America and other European countries. As for me, Prague was just my first destination. I was heading to Munich, Barcelona, Switzerland, Rio de Janiero, Miami, Chicago and New York.

Looking back in 1989, at the cross road of my life, I can say, I chose the right direction. Now, I am happy and hope that I forever will be. Friends come and go. Losing a good friend is a sad thing and finding a new one is a gift, a blessing worth keeping.

To the Czechs, "Your Velvet Revolution had inspired and led me to the right path, this I thank you. 'Till we meet again."

CzechMate in Prague (part 2)

Part 2
CzechMate in Prague
17 years after the Velvet Revolution in 1989, I paid a visit to Czech Republic…

Leo, my business partner and I, rented an apartment along the street of Soukanitzka. The building was very old, a silent witness I guess to the decades of political and economic events that shaped this country.

At present, Prague belongs to the Czech Republic. The Czechs and the Slovaks divided Czechoslovakia in 1993. As a result, the countries of Czech Republic and Slovakia were established. It is a charming ancient city. It is one of the most beautiful cities of Europe with 10 of UNESCO’s list of World Heritage Sites.

We joined a city tour. Our tour guide had a very good command of British accent. I remembered how he narrated that during the Communist rule, they had to queue for bread and grains for their daily ration. It was tough according to him. He said, a television set would cost them their annual leave pay so when his family decided to get one, they worked one year straight, forgoing their annual vacation just to have that box in their living room. He recalled that when the Communists left the country, they found out that Czechoslovakia has been producing so many grains, more than enough to feed the whole population. But the largest portion of the production was being shipped to Moscow, the capital of Russia.

The guide took us to the Astronomical Clock or the Prague Orloj located at the old town square. This clock is noted for “The Hourly Walks of the Apostles.” Moving figures of the Apostles and other sculptures come out every hour. It’s one of the coolest things I saw there. The Prague Orloj is a must see for every visitor.

Then we went to the famous Charles Bridge of King Charles IV. It is made of stone and was constructed in the 14th century. It crosses the Vltava River. We had a good view of the river and the bridge because part of the tour was a river cruise. It was in this cruise where we met two lovely ladies, a British blond and an Australian beauty. Cool girls. The whole tour could have been boring without their coquettish stories, gestures, and smiles.

Another interesting stop was at the Wenceslas Square. It is one of the main squares where businesses and cultural communities are located. We saw a lot of shops selling Swarovski Crystals. I can see how tourist ladies spent so much time looking at the crystals. Some were already busy doing their retail therapy on these shops.

Part of the whole day tour was a visit to the Jerusalem Synagogue. It is the biggest Jewish place of worship in Prague. Our guide mentioned some statistics about the Jew population before and after the Holocaust. He told us horrifying stories about purging the of the Jews. I was crying inside while listening to him. I wished that my college friend was there with me hearing his stories. Our friendship paid the price for our opposing political beliefs. However, we may have parted ways but I surely knew that we never lost our respect for each other. (With part 3- last part)

CzechMate in Prague (part 1)

(PART 1)
17 years after the Velvet Revolution in 1989, I paid a visit to Czech Republic…

I was a sophomore at the University of the Philippines in the Visayas in Iloilo City when the events that were unfolding in Central Europe brought me to a turning point. Those events influenced me in making a hard decision: of rejecting Communism, of parting ways with a very close friend who had completely embraced it and had persistently encouraged me to do the same.

It was in December of 1989 when the Velvet revolution in Czechoslovakia had succeeded. A month before that, weeks of civil unrests in East Germany led to the fall of Berlin Wall. The reunification of East and West Germany followed.

I wished my friend understood me. How can I try this ideology when Europe had already rejected it? The Berlin wall had collapsed. The Czechoslovakians revolted and freed themselves. Two years later, the mother country of Communism collapsed when in December of 1991 the Soviet Union fell.

After we parted ways, I did not see my close friend in the University again. He became a full time insurgent, living in the mountains of Iloilo. I heard that he took the task of lecturing the recruits.

A year later, I graduated from the University. The UP College of Management proved to be effective in harnessing my business skills. I joined the corporate world. Six years later, I became a Capitalist, running my own logistics outfit. I partnered with a new found friend.

I worked so hard to make our business venture a success. Events happening in the world worked on our favour. Philippines has opened its doors to Globalization. I saw enormous amount goods coming in and out of the country. Good for our business. One day I woke up realizing that we are already running a company with 45 names in our payroll. Tough.

It was in the second half of 2006 when I decided to visit Prague with my business partner, the place where the Velvet Revolution took place. I have to thank the Czechs for opening my eyes, for helping me chose a path. For if not from them , I could be in the mountains now fighting for a cause or worse, I’m already six feet below the ground. (with part 2)