Iloilo is strangely different from the time I went there as a young teacher, chaperoning a younger sister whose Australian boyfriend came to visit.But I felt a deja vu when I heard the language again and the seemingly inherent kindness of the people when we sought for lodgings in the houses
within the vicinity of the airport, as there were no hotels near it.Well that was when we were on our way to the airport after the convention. As I said, the language and the look of the place where we went to, the native's residences reminded me of a distant past of how we were welcomed there by the Ilongos whom we have never met before and whose reason for their solicitude and generosity was that they would not want their children to be left helpless on their own in other places.
within the vicinity of the airport, as there were no hotels near it.Well that was when we were on our way to the airport after the convention. As I said, the language and the look of the place where we went to, the native's residences reminded me of a distant past of how we were welcomed there by the Ilongos whom we have never met before and whose reason for their solicitude and generosity was that they would not want their children to be left helpless on their own in other places.
So this was the second time I set foot in this area of West Visayas, It was a three day retraining for senior accreditors and I was grouped with the VIPs. My university sent two vice presidents and one campus director. I also shared hotel accommodations with three vice presidents from other institutions. Well it felt good to rub elbows and share bathroom with the VIPs and to discover that they are as human as the rest of us,
The hotel was unmistakably ornate and of a different era. Glass chandeliers hung from a white ceiling with delicate white roses made of plaster. The only modern thing about it was the large swimming pool where bikini clad swimmers could be seen at almost anytime of the day.
The food was excellent too. It was served buffet style and we ate on the tables where we were supposed to work during the retraining, After the retraining we were regrouped with our counterparts from Leyte just the way we did on our way there. The only thing we complained about was (that is aside from trivial things in the hotel like the bathtub that we did not use as we preferred to shower) that the taxi fares were expensive. Unlike in Cebu.
The flight from Iloilo to Cebu took only thirty minutes and Air Philippines was several minutes ahead of time. The City is now much different with new buildings and a skyscrapers and it is wel on its way to becoming a metro.
Finally I finished this blog, it has been in draft for quite a time. I hate the brown outs for dampening my enthusiasm for blogging.
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