I took about a hundred shots of the marching band competition at the fiesta in Bato, Camarines Sur, and not a picture is without a grinning politician’s poster in the background. Election is nigh friends. The national circus is back in town.
With the crowds cleared, all shamelessly domineering now at the municipal square are the huge billboards of smiling faces of elephant skinned politicos, legislators, office-seekers and baby kissers.
The marching band competition ended like nothing took place at the town square. A visiting troupe jeepney, filled to the top, bolted out from a line of cars leaving a billow of dusts to a bunch of swearing faces. The contingent still clad in Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club band-like getup.
It’s wonderful to be here, it’s certainly a thrill.