I have spent the whole Lenten vacation in Iriga City long enough to grow fingernails. All the stores on Rizal street sell the same nail clippers — cheap and China-made. Blunt as the back of a knife. The edges wear down as you go to the next finger.
The Chinese made a drop zone of merchandise in this town. Once, I complained about a wretched material, the Chinaman just laughed. He chuckled without opening his mouth.
On Good Friday, the shops closed. Except for Seven-Eleven where ice-cold San Miguel beers have all ran out. The sari-sari stores may have beers but they are usually warm as an Irigueña’s smile.
Considering the power outages, ice-cold beer is a wonder here in Iriga city.
All in all, the long weekend was more on beers. And camera.
Yes I think we should live as if death is approaching. Because — you see — it is.