Who would care to shoot on the Pasig in the first place? The river is no longer worth a thousand words and there’s nothing much to look at here but dystopia Manila. The place is a national 404.
At any rate, the world is on a Photography Spring. You know, there’s a wave of photo nuts out there and they’re leaving no stones unturned. In this age of camerphones and hashtags, everything must be posted online.
Now with the ferry service back in business, I tried a cruise from Plaza Mexico to Guadalupe one time as I work on the People of the Pasig. Together with a caucasian visitor and his inamorata, we got a frontseat view of the riverscape.
Unfortunately, this 28-kilometer waterway is not spared from the NO-PHOTOGRAPHY BS. Where the river runs through Malacañang Palace, taking pictures is a no-no. That’s from underneath Ayala Bridge to Mabini Bridge, or a total of 2 forbidden kilometers.
Every passing vessel is subject to inspection and escort by a Coast Guard personnel who gets to see nobody makes a shot. I hear these are highly-trained men with mixed capabilities so — don’t rock the boat. You can go back to taking photos (of post-apocalyptic backdrops) beyond these points anyway.
You get the picture.