“I am a stranger on the earth, hide not Thy commandments from me.” - Psalm 119 : 19.

It is an old belief and it is a good belief, that our life is a pilgrim's progress – that we are strangers on the earth, but that though this be so, yet we are not alone for our Father is with us. We are pilgrims, our life is a long walk or journey from earth to Heaven.

We are pilgrims on the earth and strangers – we come from afar and we are going far. -The journey of our life goes from the loving breast of our Mother on earth to the arms of our Father in heaven.

Yet we may not live on casually hour by hour – no we have a strife to strive and a fight to fight. What is it we must do: we must love God with all our strength, with all our might, with all our soul, we must love our neighbors as ourselves. These two commandments we must keep, and if we follow after these, if we are devoted to this, we are not alone, for our Father in Heaven is with us, helps us and guides us, gives us strength day by day, hour by hour, and so we can do all things through Christ who gives us might. We are strangers on the earth, hide not Thy commandments from us. Open Thou our eyes that we may behold wondrous things out of Thy law. Teach us to do Thy will and influence our hearts that the love of Christ may constrain us and that we may be brought to do what we must do to be saved. Vincent van Gough

Thursday, January 4, 2007

BROKEN STONE



Popularly known in Philippine history as the place where revolutionaries Gen. Emilio Aguinaldo and Pedro Paterno together with the members of the Katipunan established the short lived Republic of Biak-na- Bato complete with a constitution and a set of officers.



Biak na Bato or broken stone is part of the Philippine Sierra Mountain range. It is heavily forested and houses several caves with a river running through some of them.  The river’s water comes from Calumpit and ends in Pampanga’s Candaba marsh lands. Declared as a national park in 1937 by President Manuel l. Quezon, Biak-na-Bato’s 2,117 hectares of hidden beauty awaits leisure visitors and naturalists alike.



Located in the eastern most section of San Miguel, Bulacan – Biak na Bato’s  highest peak rises to over 1000 meters above sea level.  Formed mostly with limestone, Biak-na -Bato also treasures its marble attracting quarry concessionaires who have defaced parts of its façade and adjacent landscape.



The Team:

Hesitant at first, our travel team was composed of two of my three sons, Franck and Matthew and myself. Both are quite athletic but rarely try adventure activities other than their daily routine. 



The night before, we prepared one back-pack which contained enough drinking water and sandwiches for three, and a SFO police issue magnalite (4 D-cell battery flashlight). On a separate bag: extra t-shirts, light shorts and sandals. 



The Saints:

 Accessible via the NLEX , we took the Sta. Rita exit  then veered off to an unmarked  by-pass road circumventing Pullian’s town traffic. We proceeded through the Bulacan towns of Baliuag, San Rafael (famous for its salted duck eggs and balut), San Idelfonso (poultry farms), and finally San Miguel -the last town of Bulacan before crossing the provincial boundary Nueva Ecija.



Initially part of Pampanga, San Miguel de Mayumo was the original town’s name after its first town mayor, Miguel Pineda and its holy patron, San Miguel de Arkanghel or St. Michael the Archangel.  Mayumo, a Pampangeño word meaning sweet was an added flavor. Hardly known, San Miguel is famous to travelers traversing through the Bulacan-Cagayan Valley route for its sweet delicacy, the pastillas de leche or milk pastries in particular. In the 60’s, these sweet delights were carefully wrapped in thin Chinese colored paper whose ends were intricately cut out forming lattice-like designs of flowers or birds. Similar to the tails of our star parol or Christmas lantern then .  Not to forget is San Miguel’s native chicharon or deep fried pork rind. Both of these delicacies are all home cooked available in the town’s small sari-sari stores or directly in houses where they are prepared. A local entrepreneur made this home industry into a flourishing business and has promoted San Miguel’s best under the “Sevilla’s Sweets” retail outlets along San Miguel’s main highway and in Metro Manila’s malls.



Ancestral Houses:

A few old wooden ancestral houses still stand in San Miguel’s town proper. Victorian inspired, the structures depicts the lifestyle of the residents who regularly held large gatherings, where the town illustrados danced their way to better times. Today, these houses are empty, guarded only by relatives of caretakers past. 

For the first time, Franck and Matthew visited their grandfather’s ancestral home along Viola Street beside the main bridge and town river. The street was named after Maximo Viola, a close friend of Dr. JoséRizal who financed the printing of his famous novel, the Noli Me Tangere or Touch Me Not. The wooden panels and gapping hard wood floors are still intact, parched dry from decades of heat, rain, and dust.  Though bearing some cracks due to torrential rain flooding, its ground level brick walls and posts still tolerate the load of the aging house.














































 
 




 




Route:

After touring the house, we headed east taking the parallel road next to the old cemetery. The view was a relief from the town’s narrow roads congested with tricycles emitting exhaust fumes as they ply through the town proper.  The vast landscape of rice fields occupying both sides of the road was a sight to enjoy. Tough there were a number of unpaved sections; the road was good at cruising speeds.



Finally, the road ends in the Biak-na-Bato Park. An entrance fee is required in the park office. Special arrangements for official guides are available.



Caves:

We followed our guide, leading us through the main trail beside the river bank. Several concrete tables and benches are installed along the river bed’s sides where picnickers can eat as they rest from bathing in the cool and clear running water.



Unlike other forests, Biak-na- Bato’s trail is pleasantly cool owing much to its running river beside the pathways.



We reached the Bahay Paniki or Bat Cave.   Entry is through a large crevice, leading down to a huge chamber. The river passes through its high vaulted openings on both ends. Thousands of bats hang on its ceiling, squeaking and a few flying in pursuit of a better space to cling on to.

 



 
 





The guide narrated how sudden and strong the water gushes inside the cave and outside during the rainy season once taking a life of an unsuspecting adventurist.



We exited the cave through the same entry point. We then crossed the river via the hanging bridge.  Across was another narrow limestone trail which led to a camp ground. While we took a few minutes rest, our guide prepared a special lantern to light our way in the next cave. We climbed the nearby hill which led us to the Santol Cave. As in the Bahay Paniki, the entrance way was trough a gapping hole on the ground. Different was that this cave was much smaller, super dark, no other openings other than the entranceway, was quite slippery and muddy. Our guide lit his lamp and led the way while I positioned myself on the rear lighting the other half of our tracks. We saw a couple of shoe soles on the trail and wondered why they were there. After a few minutes of keeping our shoes on our feet, we realized why. The mud was sucking the soles off our shoes.



We then reached a large chamber, catacomb like with midsized stalactites and stalagmites. If one talks loud, a short echo bounces back the sound within the chamber.





 Town Cemetery:

Before heading back to town, we visited the old cemetery where my grandmother and her children are laid to rest. The boys were amazed to see the crowded tombs of different designs, standing on ground level, some of which were on top of another tomb. Unlike in Loyola Memorial Park where most are buried under the ground.



We cleared the tomb from the encroaching cadena de amor vines then paid homage.














 
Place of Worship:

As in most towns, in the center stands the San Miguel de Archangel Parish church facing the Municipal town hall.  Both structures are built of mortar and red bricks which may have been imported from the neighboring province of Apalit, Pampanga, famous for its red clay bricks. A prayer of thanksgiving and for a safe journey home was in offing.



Not to forget, enroute home we stopped for a much needed refueling at Jollibee located at the national highway and junction of Baliuag where an overpass now stands, the only one of its kind in Bulacan or elsewhere in Luzon.



The not so recognized town of San Miguel has a few other significant places of interests worth exploring. The local government, barangays and residents should help preserve and protect these areas, developing them with careful environmental considerations. If well coordinated efforts are made, this not so visited town would have a constant flow of visitors wanting to know more about its forgotten part in Philippine history.

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