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I Award the Barangay Queen Her Trophy at Local Barangay Fiesta [Flashback* 01.19.2015]

The Royal Court

Celebrity status in the Philippines is a phenomenon many foreigners will encounter in the archipelago. Some expats, like Tom Ramberg over in Gen San, is often the recipient of wolf whistles from appreciative Filipinas whenever he steps out in public.  I’ve been chased and screamed at by pretty pinays as I sat in the rear of a jeepney or tricycle in Guimaras, my island province home. Every time this event occurs I check my barn door to make sure it’s closed. It always is so I can only assume that the young ladies were either stoned on shabu or flirtatious Filipinas from the local KTV bars.

I’ve been to events like our local mango festival, Manggahan, with Papa Duck and our respective asawas. Papa D and I were invited to sit in front on pale turquoise plastic chairs at an event one afternoon last year. My wife and I have been given special treatment since retiring to the Philippines over five years ago and I know its probably not due to my good looks or charming personality.

So when my wife piled Lolo, her father, and her sister, nieces and nephew that live at “The Compound,” my spouse’s other property on our mango province, into our new Ford Ranger XLT to visit some relatives at a nearby fiesta, I was already prepared to draw some attention.

We stopped off at Cousin Doenig’s first. Doenig was part of our nipa hut construction crew and his daughter, Mera, is our domestic helper at “The Farm,” our current location.  We were warmly greeted by the clan and immediately directed to a table heaping with traditional Filipino fare: pancit, pork adobo, chicken and a mountain of rice. My wife fixed my plate of food for me like I was a small child but I didn’t complain. I didn’t have to get off my fat posterior and don’t mind getting the royal treatment.

One of Cousin Doenig’s sons lived in a house nearby

But it is always best to start the fiesta travel circuit on an empty stomach. You will be expected to stop and eat at every location and it is considered rude not to.   Since I didn’t wish to offend any relatives, I consumed another plate of food at our next stop, more cousins that live down the road from Doenig.


Fiesta time in Guimaras


Their residence was one that my wife visited as a small child and was a simple structure with a mostly dirt floor with a smidgen of concrete mixed in here and there. The house was crowded with relatives and more visitors stopped by as we ate our food.

I told our teen-aged nieces that were with us to go ahead to Fiesta HQ, the main plaza, which was only a short five minute walk from our location. We parked the Ranger on a piece of land nearby. It was off the main dirt road to the festivities and would be safe. We joined the group of teens about 15 minutes later after thanking this group of relatives.

Our new Ford Ranger XLT


It was around 2:00 pm. The Sitio Buluwan Annual Fiesta was in full swing. The Miss Bulilit 2015  Queen,  Hazel May,  was going to be crowned soon. My wife and I paused at a gate to enter the plaza which was fenced off from a throng of people who ringed the fence. I saw some prices posted on the gate and thought we had to pay admission.

We didn’t. The charges listed on the gate were for a disco that was to be held later that evening. As we stood for a minute a lady, obviously an official in charge, whisked us away to our own personal plastic chairs in the front row and sat next to us. Celebrity status in the Philippines.  Little did I know that I would award the Barangay Queen her Trophy at this local Barangay Fiesta.

But not the little Queen shown in the next photo dancing with her curly-haired pint-sized King. No, I would be selected to present the 2015 Miss Buluwan Queen who would be the official representative for the barangay for the remainder of 2015.

The Royal Dance

One of my wife’s older relatives, Cousin Edgar’s Father,  shown standing next to me in the next picture, accompanied us and sat next to me. I later bought him a Red Horse as the vendor I purchased my adult beverages from had thought I had asked for “four” bottles instead of “two.” No problem, only 35 pesos a bottle and I had plenty of relatives to pass the beers to.  I handed over a beer to the gentleman who my wife told me had been quite a fighter in his younger days.

The feisty Filipino had been stabbed twice in altercations years ago. Once in the stomach. His second donnybrook injured his hand and he is unable to raise his middle digit and is always perpetually giving someone “the finger.”

The Cousin, The Kano and my asawa


My wife and I met the Barangay President, to the right of me, two visitors from Sweden and other Barangay officials, including the Barangay Captain, second from the right. You might wonder, as I did, what in the world are two young ladies from Sweden doing in a Barangay Fiesta in Guimaras/

So I asked. The Swedish ladies were friends of the Barangay President who had been friends of the girls’ parents over 30 years ago. I suspect, though I did not verify, that the parents might have been missionaries, but I did not pursue the matter further.


Vistors from Sweden and the Barangay Officials


All the local officials made us feel very welcome. After the Little Queen Event we ditched our plastic chairs in the front row and went back to sit with our relatives that we had taken to the Fiesta. That’s Lolo, in the green shirt, front and center, in the next picture. I gave him a cold bottle of Gold Eagle. He was happy.  I tried to give him a bottle of Red Horse but my asawa wouldn’t let me. I guess she thought one beer was enough.

My father-in-law, afflicted with dementia, is still wound up days later after the fiesta. He’s been singing and talking to dead relatives almost non-stop. My wife informs me that yesterday he was having a good laugh with his sister. Problem is, his sister has been dead for years.

But Lolo knew every single relative that we visited and saw at the fiesta. While his dementia drives him to have hallucinations and causes him to try and wander off, he still can remember relatives that he hasn’t seen in years.


The crew at the fiesta


As my spouse and I were sitting and watching the 2015 Buluwan Queen ceremonies, a relative came up behind us and asked if we would present the award to the new King and Queen of Buluwan. No problem. I’m not shy.

As we waited for the 2014 Queen, shown below, to hand over her scepter and crown, my wife and I were called up to the stage. I handed the trophy to the Queen and my wife handed a gift to the King. The King’s mother was the relative who asked if we could present the awards.


The 2014 Queen


That’s Cousin Doenig’s son, DonDon, dancing with one of the princesses of the Royal Court. The young lady is only 14 years. The Queen is the young lady in the orange dress in the lead photo. I shook her hand, along with her Nanay, mother, who was also on stage and congratulated the both of them. I also got to shake the hand of the King.


dondon again


We left the fiesta around 4:30. That’s our niece Michelle on the right, in the next photo,  who is helping Lolo back to our truck.Michelle is teaching at my sister-in-law’s preschool in Guimaras. Sister-in-law Alida is third from the left. Nephew Jorreale and niece JalAmiel are standing next to their Mom and my own lovely asawa is helping out her Dad.

Michelle has gained a few pounds since she started helping out at the school. She’s also living with her Tita Alida and doesn’t always care for Joery’s cooking. Joery, our brother-in-law, husband of Alida, had to deliver his salted eggs to Buena Vista in Guimaras and couldn’t make it to the fiesta.

Joery also has a sari sari store at the Preschool and Michelle raids the store for soft drinks and snacks instead of eating the healthier meals Joery prepares.


Another look at the crew at the Guimaras festival

Our niece Shaina stayed overnight at Cousin Doenig’s house, along with our helper Mera. When Shaina arrived home the next day, Lolo asked if anyone was killed at the fiesta in the fight the night before. There was an altercation hours after we left but no one was killed. How on earth my father-in-law knew there was a fight is beyond me but I suspect that the dead relatives he talks to everyday filled him in.

6 thoughts on “I Award the Barangay Queen Her Trophy at Local Barangay Fiesta [Flashback* 01.19.2015]

  1. Dave,
    Looks like a good time was had by all. It’s always enjoyable to be treated special here. That’s one of the perks of living here. Today they start building your house. I know it’s very exciting for Melinda and Yourself.

  2. Hi Dave sometimes living the simple life is All you need , it’s nice feeling living here even in Manila I can’t
    Understand why some ex pats can’t settle here mind you some of therm are so miserable said hi to one
    Yesterday never got a response, it’s not hard to smile is it maybe it’s just Manila yes Dave even I get hit on
    By young girls I’m 58 and no oil painting my wife just laughs,nice truck Dave looking at one in the mall
    Looks pretty big no good for me in Manila but perfect for you in the province. Derek in pasig

    1. Dave,
      Hope you and Melinda had a nice 15th Anniversary with many many more to come. I want to give you a call this weekend, whats a good time to call you. Take care.

  3. How nice to be able to drive to events like this. No tricycles, no jeepneys, no hassles. Gas here is dropping like crazy. I just went to Orlando a few days ago and their under $2 a gallon now. Where pulling a lot of oil out of North Dakota and Montana now. Dave what are gas prices like on Guimaras? Tomcat

  4. Hi Dave , friendly as a box of rocks that’s a good one will have to remember that one, happy anniversary
    Don’t spoil her to much lol ,I think your right it’s the atm stamped on our foreheads
    Derek in sunny pasig.

  5. I, too, remember 19-cent gasoline. And we thought that price was too high. Bring back the good ol’ days.

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