Tormented Tacloban
Let us not even talk about the undying support of this country’s sitting president and his DILG head (and wife!), to the city of Tacloban. They'll only trouble the heart more.
They're now very popular on the web! Yun naman ang hanap nila, di ba? Merese!
But let’s continue my story and here are shots as I entered the devastated city. Note that these were right-side only where my van passed, not where/what I wanted to see.
To say "depressing" is a gross understatement.
Onwards from Palo, towards entering Tacloban...That is (was) a lovely residential compound I have admired seeing before Yolanda.
These are (were) their next door neighbors, exactly 22 days after the super typhoon.
To the left of this running van, before I clicked this photo, was the Mormon Church. I wanted to take a picture of that one too, but not a chance, I was at Seat No. 8! Argh!They both looked fine, so I thought 'ah me pera kasi, so they were able to repair ASAP', which, I incidentally heard, was exactly, verbally expressed by one fellow passenger.
Okay na sana to believe our baseless presumptions, but our madaldaling driver loudly jokingly cracked "mas love sila ni God, kasi di masyado sinira ang mga simbahan nila"!And I laughed loud when a lady passenger said "asya na, kasakit gad hit kamatuoran"!
By the way, that pink single level building seem to have also withstood Yolanda's ire. Di ko pa alam kung ano yan, basta the facade says Manila Teachers' tapos wala na!
Then ruble and ruins again. I don't (didn't) know what these buildings are (were).I did see the mangled facade of that one at left, and saw a word that said "industry". Maybe it is/was the regional offices of the Department of Trade and Industry or DTI.
Well, everyone is picking up the pieces. I started hearing many stories along the way, even from our very own driver himself. But I will probably lump all those tales of woe or wonder at the end of this series. For now, share the grief as I rushed through the city heading towards the van terminal…
Let's go to Samar.
For a chronology of this trip's stories, click these numbers:
They're now very popular on the web! Yun naman ang hanap nila, di ba? Merese!
But let’s continue my story and here are shots as I entered the devastated city. Note that these were right-side only where my van passed, not where/what I wanted to see.
To say "depressing" is a gross understatement.
Onwards from Palo, towards entering Tacloban...That is (was) a lovely residential compound I have admired seeing before Yolanda.
These are (were) their next door neighbors, exactly 22 days after the super typhoon.
To the left of this running van, before I clicked this photo, was the Mormon Church. I wanted to take a picture of that one too, but not a chance, I was at Seat No. 8! Argh!They both looked fine, so I thought 'ah me pera kasi, so they were able to repair ASAP', which, I incidentally heard, was exactly, verbally expressed by one fellow passenger.
Okay na sana to believe our baseless presumptions, but our madaldaling driver loudly jokingly cracked "mas love sila ni God, kasi di masyado sinira ang mga simbahan nila"!And I laughed loud when a lady passenger said "asya na, kasakit gad hit kamatuoran"!
By the way, that pink single level building seem to have also withstood Yolanda's ire. Di ko pa alam kung ano yan, basta the facade says Manila Teachers' tapos wala na!
Then ruble and ruins again. I don't (didn't) know what these buildings are (were).I did see the mangled facade of that one at left, and saw a word that said "industry". Maybe it is/was the regional offices of the Department of Trade and Industry or DTI.
One of the few already open on Day 22 - its like a party place
some vendors are back on the sidewalks
they say only that upper white part was seen during the deluge
curiously, this oldie is still standing
They say water reached above the maroon paint. I saw traces.
lampara, sulo, serilya to light their evenings
Well, everyone is picking up the pieces. I started hearing many stories along the way, even from our very own driver himself. But I will probably lump all those tales of woe or wonder at the end of this series. For now, share the grief as I rushed through the city heading towards the van terminal…
Let's go to Samar.
For a chronology of this trip's stories, click these numbers:
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