Convenience vs mental health

Today’s traffic and commuter situation.

I read on Twitter that carmageddon was back last Friday, the eve of the Alert Level 3 (a.k.a loosening of lockdown to whatever) implementation. I am thankful that big events are still not allowed or else I would have been one of those suffering from a three-hour traffic jam on EDSA.

I have written numerous pieces about Metro Manila traffic and the car-centric culture that we have because our government since the beginning of time did not prioritize public transportation and kept on pandering to the oligarchs and the moneyed class–the ones who can afford to buy private cars. The Philippines was the first one to have a light railway transit in ASEAN, which was financed by foreign loans and helped the Marcoses get richer by the minute (just read between the lines).

Manila in 1984, during the time of Ferdinand Marcos, oversaw construction of the first electric rail line in ASEAN, but this system subsequently suffered from a lack of decent maintenance bringing a raft of problems. Finally it was repaired and renovated; in 2004 a second LRT line was added, and this was followed in 2005 by three MRT lines. Currently a one-line LRT expansion is in the planning stages. At present the entire rail system extends 47.9 kilometers.

Living ASEAN
Update: They have already extended LRT Line 2 up to Antipolo. MRT 7 would also be completed soon.

So of course it was just a piece of trophy infrastructure project. Subsequent administrations did not prioritize public transport, and thus, we got left behind. Imagine, we were ahead of Singapore by three years and look at them now! I can get around Singapore without taxis most of the time there. Riding the bus there is not like going into a battlefield like here.

We used to have a 1,100-km railway from Manila to Legazpi City in Albay and my father used to take the train daily from Makati (where they lived during their first years of marriage) to UP Los Baños where he was a research assistant). It was doable. The Philippine National Railway system fell into disrepair because of this neglect and wrong priorities of past administrations. Every year we get choked by cars on highways and small backroads because we don’t have enough trains. Don’t talk to me about the controversies about the financing of these various train projects because I’ve been writing about them for 15 years or so and bugging Finance and Transport secretaries year in and year out about this and the corruption surrounding these projects is frustrating.

So now we have carmageddon that is getting worse every year. It takes a huge toll on our mental health and it is not easing up anytime soon. Not being able to chase stories physically (via in-person news coverage) is a major drag during this pandemic but it has helped me get off that carmageddon agony for almost two years. I realized now that life is super refreshing, despite Covid, without the traffic jam that sucked my soul.

AND if the plan to build my tiny house in my hometown pans out, I guess my travel time will be cut into half but I would have to drive 65 km one way everyday to Makati. Gas and toll would eat into my budget but it would be better for my sanity I guess. If I leave early enough from my hometown (like 6 am-ish) and leave Makati by 5pm, I would be home by 6:30 or 7pm. If I leave Makati at 10 pm, I would be in our hometown by 11 pm. From Makati to Quezon City pre-pandemic I would arrive home by 9 pm if I leave at 5 pm.

I did the hometown-Makati-hometown daily for a couple of years when the girls were still babies. I brought them to my mom’s house and we lived there for three months every summer to cool off because our old house in QC was like an oven. Plus playgrounds and grassy fields where they had picnics every afternoon were just walking distance–without cars and pollution. I drove from my hometown to Makati four times a week if I can help it. It wasn’t that much of a hassle

Now that I don’t have to be in Makati regularly because we already have a permanent Manila reporter (while I do my coverage of Southeast Asia remotely), I can limit my trips to Makati in a week. I could have my meetings and coverage/conferences confined all in one or two days. What would change though is I need to fly to Singapore frequently or somewhere else in Asia regularly (at least once a month, if things go according to plan). That can be solved by hiring my mom’s driver to drive me in my car to the airport and take the earliest flight out of Manila and have him drive me back again from the airport in Manila back to our hometown. Right now I’m spoiled by Grab.

I like living where I am now because everything is convenient since I have two supermarkets within walking distance from my apartment, I have a lot of food choices within Grab distance. If I need materials, furniture, appliance or whatever, I can just pop in the nearest SM (which is like 3 km). In my hometown, I am confined to whatever is available in our tiny mall and choices are very limited. No Grab.

But I have mountains, trees, fresh air, freedom to bike anywhere, walk to anywhere.

I think I’m at that stage where I’d choose to live a boring life than suffer 6 hours on the road daily. I’m done with night life of my youth (I’ve had plenty of those). I can finally leave Metro Manila for good.

Out of whack sense of direction

Before I start talking about my terrible sense of direction, I learned today that my daughter, Twin I, ordered a kalimba from Shopee (via cash on delivery) using the money she earned from doing her chores. My daughters are learning to work for things that they want. The problem is a kalimba is hard to tune. I know how to tune stringed instruments by ear but a kalimba is a different animal because it’s a small idiophone so it’s harder to detect the smaller changes in notes.

Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I needed an app to help me with the tuning. And to tune this thing, you literally hit the prongs with a metal hammer either at the top end (to lower) or at the bottom end (to push it to a higher note).

Photo by CallMeCreation.com

What’s odd about this kalimba is that it only has the major chords. The origin of the kalimba is an instrument from Zimbabwe that was exported to Brazil (called mbira in Brazil). That instrument didn’t follow the western tuning (western octaves) and this modern version was converted to follow the western octave. So you can only play the songs here that use the major chords (no sharps and flats here).


Now about that sense of direction…It’s a miracle that I can travel on my own, go out to provinces in foreign countries and go back home alive. I remember when I was in Amanohashidate I got lost trying to reach the other side of town. I didn’t want to cross the sandbar so I assumed I can take the bus to cross to the other side of town but almost ended up going to Ine, a far off fishing village 15 km away.

So first of all, I took Kyoto Tango Railway line at 5 am and it took me 3.5 hrs from Shin-Osaka station to reach Amanohashidate. It was a nice way to see the countryside.

On the way to Miyazu, Kyoto Prefecture. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

From the main station before Amanohashidate you have to take a one-car train. It was like a train ride to nowhere.

Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I arrived there at 8:30 am very hungry and looked for a place to eat. I found a hole-in-the-wall eatery that served ramen for JPY 800 a bowl.

Ramen for breakfast. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

After that, I searched for the way to the viewing deck to see one of the top 3 best views in Japan, according to my research. There was a tram and there was a chair lift. Of course I chose the chair lift because I court danger. And you only live once so why not?

Yes, the chair lifts are just like that. You hold on to dear life. No freaking seatbelts! Photo by CallMeCreation.com
I don’t know how the hell I was able to take a photo with one hand while the other hand was clinging to the chair post. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

And I traveled all the way from Osaka Prefecture to Kyoto By the Sea to see this view.

A narrow sandbar that divides the town of Amanohashidate. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I don’t know…it was pretty for sure but a bit underwhelming. I have seen better views in my life and I have traveled far and wide within the Philippines and there are a couple of views here that can rival this. Anyway, my boss in Tokyo marveled at how I was able to visit this when she herself hasn’t been able to check this out. I stayed at the lookout area for an hour or so and explored the park to make my hours-long journey worthwhile.

I can ride a bike on that sandbar to reach the other side of town but it was hot and I didn’t want to get tired so I took the bus and figured I can stop by the Motoise Kono Shrine and walk to the other side of this sandbar.

The only problem was I didn’t know what the entrance to the shrine looked like. So on and on the bus went. And then all I saw was the sea.

I checked Google map. I was staring at Asoumi Sea, which was not part of my plans. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

There was a couple at my back and the guy was speaking in mixed English and Korean. I asked the guy if I missed the stop to the shrine. He had this horrified look on his face that told me I committed a grave mistake. He told me we were already on our way to Ine, that fishing village at the edge of Kyoto Prefecture. There was no train there and this was the last bus.

He told me to get off the bus immediately to catch the last bus back to Amanohashidate train station. He spoke to the driver in Nihongo to tell him I took the bus by mistake and I need to catch the bus on the opposite side.

Perfect timing, when I got off the bus going to Ine, the last bus going back to Amanohashidate was just arriving. I thanked my guardian angel and took a great sigh of relief. But when I got off the bus, the train going to Kinosaki (in Hyogo Prefecture) was leaving the platform. I was just one minute too late! Damn those very prompt Japanese trains!

So I took my chance and looked at the trains that were leaving the station. I figured I could get another local train to Toyooka or an express passing by Toyooka.

By 4 pm I was on my way to Kinosaki where I had booked a night’s stay in a ryokan with its own onsen. I left the rest of my luggage at my hotel in Osaka for safekeeping so I don’t have to lug it while traipsing around from one prefecture to another.

Thank God for my JR Pass that let me ride all trains that I want.

Train rides to somewhere…to nowhere

One of my sources in Vietnam has been inviting me to visit them and their sites in Hanoi and I said Vietnam will be my first stop next year if the company travel ban is already lifted. I just don’t know when that will be but normally my travel-heavy months are February (after Lunar NY) until June.

I suddenly remembered that I used to travel heavily before for work and for holidays.

I miss riding trains to nowhere. I don’t like planes. If I would go to Hokkaido, I will take the shinkansen to Hakodate from Tokyo using JR Pass. Because the travel to your destination is half the fun. Although that will eat up 4.5 hrs of my life but that was not that so different when I traveled from Osaka to Kinosaki (with a stop at Amanohashidate). I get to see the countryside.

My train card. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
The Hikari from Osaka to Himeji. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I recommend buying JR passes outside Japan since it gives you unlimited rides on the express and ordinary JR lines. Nationwide. This enabled me to travel to four prefectures in 8 days. It was exhausting but oh so worth it.

I went to Osaka in May 2018 and used it as my base when I traveled in different parts of Kansai region. I went to Hyogo Prefecture to visit Himeji Castle, the fortress of Toyotomi Hideyoshi. The ownership of it was transferred to an ally of Ieyasu Tokugawa after the Battle of Sekigahara.

Inside Himeji Castle. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Basically these castles are just fortresses and are just series of halls. The nightingale floorboards (they creak loudly when you step on them so that guards are alerted when ninjas are there to ambush the castle) are ever present. I first encountered these floorboards some years before in Nijo Castle in Kyoto–the base of Tokugawa’s reign until the restoration of the Meiji emperor. As far as Japanese castles go, Nijo is unimpressive since it’s not that high but its significance was huge during the Tokugawa shogunate.

The view from the top-most floor of Himeji Castle. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

This is the reason why they build high. You can see from a great distance if you’re going to be attacked by your rivals. It was exhausting climbing all the way to the top because the halls and stairs are made to confuse intruders/ninjas. It took me an hour to snoop around inside the castle but I spent three hours in the adjacent gardens where I contemplated about my life. Just because.

Himeji gardens. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Chado. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I tried to have a crash course in chado (tea ceremony) in one of the cottages within the Himeji gardens for JPY 500.

Tea ceremony in progress. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

And I enjoyed the gardens some more. I had lain on the floor of that shed in the bamboo “forest” of the garden and rested my weary soul. I decided that I can no longer take my situation back home and I should get out of that soul-destroying situation somehow.

Another section of the Himeji gardens. Photo by CallMeCreation.com
Night travel. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I didn’t book accommodations anywhere in Himeji since it was just an hour or 1.5 hrs away by Hikari from Osaka so it was ok to take the train back even though it was already late. My food choices, however, were limited since my hotel was not in the center of Osaka like near Dotonburi and the nearest restaurant wasn’t that spectacular. But I loved my hotel in Osaka because it was just 70m away from the nearest train station, right across the street is a Life Supermarket where I can buy bento dinners or lunches. The hotel also has microwave ovens and common coin-operated washing machines and dryers so I never ran out of clothes. It also has an onsen at the basement which I loved.

Hotel Wing International Select, Higashi, Osaka. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I want to be somewhere right now. Ride the train to nowhere.