Perpie in Pinas 2009: “puli kami sa iloilo” (going home to iloilo) – part three

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I guess I was 6 when I first visited Iloilo and when my mom’s older brother, Tito Domeng, had passed away. At that time we, together with other relatives, stayed in my uncle’s house in Miagao (pronounced as Mi-yag-aw).

I really had fun memories in Iloilo.

My younger brother and I were terribly adventurous, restless kids!  I remember visiting the town’s marketplace, swimming all day long on the beach, traversing hilltops and dried-up rivers, and simply playing with other town kids.  Twenty years after, I just got back, and I was extremely giddy seeing those familiar places all over again.

It was already our third day in Iloilo, and mom proposed that we go on a road trip and visit the towns in the south.  From the city proper, we took a jeep bound to San Joaquin. Read more

Perpie in Pinas 2009: “puli kami sa iloilo” (going home to iloilo) – part two

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The town of Concepcion, situated in northern Iloilo, is blessed with one of the most scenic seascapes in the whole province.

Forming a safe natural harbour for Concepcion Bay are 16 islands connected by azure waters and rich marine life.

According to Geraldine, Concepcion shelters only 14 (and a half, because the other is for the other town).  Whichever, these islands won’t disappear on the map anyway!

Let’s get a bit into history.

The coastal portion of mainland Concepcion is an ideal and natural harbour for boats because of the string of islands that surround it.  In 1872, the Spanish authorities, taking advantage of the strategic location, set-up a headquarters on an east-side hill.  Later, the town became the capital of the sub-province of Northern Iloilo.  Spanish galleons, Chinese junks and ships of other countries would call in to trade, make repairs and seek shelters from storms. Read more

Perpie in Pinas 2009: "puli kami sa iloilo" (going home to iloilo) – part one

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Last week of March, I hastily decided to go on a long vacation.  Admittedly, after the distress I got myself through, I needed a breather.  A vacation totally uncalled for, I invited mom to go on a trip to Iloilo.

Iloilo is considerably one of the sacrosanct provinces in the Philippines that carries a rich culture and history.

Iloilo is also the family’s hometown.  Dad is born in Pototan.  Mom spent her younger days in Lambunao and in Iloilo City.  It is also in Iloilo where my father’s ancestors made their marks in history.

I made a quick itinerary for the trip, thanks to Despite the fact that mom is from Iloilo, she had the least idea of where we can go.  Besides, it’s been ages since she last visited it.   So, I took charge. Read more