Fun with Tigers at Baluarte and an insight to Vigan History at the Crisologo Museum

Monday, April 14, 2014


I must say, I think this entry is very opportune. Pacman just won. And if those last two sentences do not seem to dovetail then allow me to clear things up: I've just been to Baluarte, and Baluarte is owned by Chavit Singson, and Chavit Singson is notorious for being a big-time Manny Pacquiao supporter (citation needed) - so big-time that he bets millions of dollars (?) on the pambansang kamao every time the latter has a match. There. Dovetailed. And like I said, very opportune.


A visit to this park-cum-zoo was part of the Day 1 itinerary of my three-day Ilocos Adventure. And I really don't know how to proceed after that sentence. Haha. In all honesty, I'm just trying to catch up with my blog posts. I have loads of backlogs so forgive me if, out of nowhere, I just bombard you with pictures to compensate. Like right now:

A nice shot from a MyPhone
Rawr!
Sir George can stand-in for Mr. Singson, don't you think? :)
One of the attractions of Baluarte is the vast open field for deer and ostriches. I felt my "Tagabantay" persona surfacing at this sight. I thought of Bambi and that scene from Snow White and the Huntsman then, all of a sudden, I belted out a tune a la Giselle from Enchanted. My fellow adventurers were in on my weirdness, thank goodness. They were kind enough to ride on with my delusions, even saying I could pass as Maria Makiling. Right.

Anyway, here're pictures of the animals:
When I say "animal," I mean the tiger.
Bambi!
My little pony
Blu
There's also this tall golden building that would probably blind you when you stare directly at it. To this moment, I have no idea of its purpose. And I don't think I care:

Moreover, there were also lots of fruit-bearing trees like tamarind, kamatsili, and what Tita Maylin jokingly referred to as "garbanzos" but was in truth some kind of deer-fed. I wanted to have some sampaloc and I was told that if I can reach it it's mine. Challenge accepted. I stood on my toes and got one. Woohoo!
Here I'm eating a straight-from-the-tree tamarind
Lots of great places to take pictures too. Like with these stone canons:



And right outside the Baluarte, there are stalls where you can buy all kinds of souvenir items.
Tita Maylin amidst the ubiquitous key chain
Now isn't that short and sweet?

Off to Crisologo Museum!

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Politics have always been and will always be a deadly game. It is like Hunger Games, only worse. Assassinations, murders, homicides, ambushes and massacres are in fact old news in the world of politics. It is power you are playing for, and winning is almost the same as losing because winners only tempt death.

Take Floro Crisologo, for example, a congressman who was assassinated in the Vigan Cathedral in 1972. I really don't want to go into the grim details because I believe that this is a wound that doesn't really need to be reopened. I only brought this up to say that the Crisologo Museum is an homage to his and his family's life, and to some degree, the life of the Ilocanos in the 70s. In retrospect, I already delved into the macabre the moment I wrote "politics". Apologies.

At any rate, according to Kuya Al, this museum is the only one in Vigan that doesn't charge entrance fees, relying only on donations from guests. Well, if you're into history then you'll find the items housed in this museum very interesting. I myself am a fan of antiques and ancient things. It's fascinating to see early versions of modern machines. Like, say, an old car model. I enjoy perusing these kinds of stuffs. 





The Diwata versus the Sea God. Hohohoho.

Then there's this library that made me more excited than I already was. Bookworms unite!


And more pictures because I'm still thinking of what to write next:





Oh, a little googling led me to find out that the Singsons and Crisologos are related and have a rather complicated and, er, bloody past. So consolidating these two spots into one was a good idea, I guess.

In any event, the highlight of my visit to Crisologo Museum had nothing to do with the items and artifacts on display. It was meeting Tita Remy, a senior citizen who volunteers to serve as hostess to the Museum. Her positive attitude and sprightly manner had fortified my belief that age is really just a number.

Forever young

Again, short and sweet!


Cheers to the next adventure!

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