I don't know how to describe my Sinulog experience.
It was fun for maybe the first 60 minutes and then all I wanted to do was go back to the hotel, take a bath, take another bath, and then sip on a tall glass of ice cold coffee.
What I enjoyed: the vibrant colors, the beautiful people, the lavish costumes, Zubuchon.
What I did not enjoy: the unforgiving sun, the impossible crowd, the pushing and squeezing, going home with super dirty shoes, losing the Canon.
Photos from the better part of the day:
My favorite float
I don't know the two girls, but they wanted to be in the picture
Manny P.
Jin P.
Feel the heat?
And finally, after going in circles, we arrived at the Cebu City Sports Complex.
Because we were a bunch of slowpokes...
By the time we got there, all seats were taken!
We stood under the shade, complained a lot, watched a bit of the program, got bored and decided to hit the streets again.
Back in the streets fighting our way to a most-awaited lechon lunch…
People were climbing up the island to see the action on the other side of the road
This boy was smarter. He just poked his head between all the legs.
Mask party
Costume rental
Henna
Scary henna
This one I like!
Dance number by Accenture
What we had to snake our way through...
To get to the "Best Pig… EVER!" Read about the feast here.
The worst ever part was after lunch when Achi Donna, Ton and I (aka "The Oldies") decided to call it a day and head back to the hotel.
I tell you, it's a trap. Once you're in, you'll NEVER get out!!!
At one point the crowd got really out of control. People in front were not moving. People at the back
were pushing. People on my left and right were squeezing me left and right. I thought there was
gonna be a stampede and I was gonna die!!!
To the man behind me: Wag ka naman sandal ng sandal, please, hindi ako pader!!!
We decided to stop and take refuge at one of the shops along the road.
I asked the owners if I could stay inside their truck.
This was the view in front of me
Face painting
I watched the procession from inside my hideout
It may be a beat up old truck, but at that time it felt like the safest place in the world.
I am grateful.
Meanwhile, the younger cousins joined the fun at Baseline.
There was a lot of paint smearing and alcohol guzzling.
I never felt luckier to be stuck in a truck.
They came back to the hotel looking like this. I'd rather not post a picture of the missing cousin.
Sigh… kids nowadays… :P
