A Vendor and His Signs

A stylized male underwear price board, made with scrap paper and a marker..

I hear it gets boring sitting around all day waiting for people to buy your wares. I've also been told that if you're going to do something, might as well do it well.

Vendor and ornamentation enthusiast.

Working to fill dead time and attract customers.

A coinpurse price sign, covered in plastic. Note the soft shading between letters and as numbers' shadowing.

 

Makeshift Muscles, Part V

There is something that has been intriguing me, and that is: warehouse worker culture--the habits of those inhabiting (not just working in, like say construction workers) predominantly male and sparsely populated, very bleak environments.

In this particular Taguig warehouse, there is an exercise area (a sort of "home gym") with improvised weights (and other pieces of equipment). It never ceases to amaze me how one sort of person generates excuses to dodge breaking a sweat, while another goes through the process of pouring concrete into cans and getting the metal bar dead center, and all that stuff.

A filled paint can barbell. On it rests a strange chest pull.

The chest pull could easily be made of a bike pump's bar and a cable protector enclosing a spring..

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... And stirrups from an unkown machine. A frankenchestpull? Or just an odd old improvised product?

A vintage overhead pulley machine.

With a plastic rope to replace a steel force on one side.

Indigenous Flood Warning Device

A bamboo noisemaker.

Which is actually a piece of bamboo on a tree. A house along the dirt road belonged to a disaster warning volunteer of the community. The bamboo was to be hit when waters begin to rise. They were also drying something else on the branch. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a piece of pork fat!

Pork fat draped over a branch.

Carabao

One of the few large mammals in the Philippines-- the water buffalo.

By The Rivers of Simsimon

There are several rivers dividing the sari-sari store drop-off point and Simsimon.

The first river that a Matigsalug encounters on the way home. Also, the famous raft.

The Matigsalug people, a Manobo subgroup, derive their name from the Salug River (now the Davao River), whose mouth they had originally inhabited. Matigsalug means "people of the Salug". Of course, they would inhabit the banks, as it is much more natural an efficient for human beings to inhabit an abundant "edge" habitat, by the water. Accounts point to pirates and other lowlanders eventually driving them up from the more fertile waterway edges onto the mountain ridges-- a classic story of indigenous communities. They currently reside more than a hundred kilometers from their original 'hood. Such is history.

Fishing by a placid river nook, a benefit of riverside living, which the Matigsalug don't have, actually.

A dog making his way across. We watched him and followed his path.

The Matigsalug now have to cross several running rivers to get out into "town". The rivers constantly change their shape and course. After a few months away, our friend walking with us was greeted by an already completely different river-path altogether, with the previous waterway beds now exposed as stony earth, or sometimes, mud.

A river is moving and eating the valley up. A natural progression.

A particularly aggressive and deep river has necessitated a public raft made of bamboo, to be pulled from one side to another. The community uses it to ferry themselves and their animals to "civilization" and back. A quite serene and convivial way to cross the currents.

The raft.

"Driving" the raft, i.e.

Edible kurakdot mushrooms growing on the raft.

One of the tribal elders carrying his animals.

Said animals--passengers of a passenger.

Valencia Palengke Improvisation Sightings

A guyabano or soursop as a weight to hold a sign's corner down.

Rain protectant plastic bag on head.

Peanut Emporium in Palengke

Varying levels of roasting, all skinless.

On the left, a price change resolved by making dark circles with the markers on the old numbers.

Peanut vending from a permanent wet market space in Valencia Bukidnon. Peanut butter, freshly milled and sweetened a la Lily's Peanut Butter (put in cheap plastic cups and covered in foil-- a cheap way around a jar, in the tradition of using glasses as jars), skinless, sugarcoated, salted, raw, any way you like it. Get a kilo and it's cheaper, get a "salmon" (a term based on the measuring receptacle they use, an empty salmon tin). and it's a bit steeper.

Improvised Saddles, An Albino Horse

The flat lands before the rivers of Simsimon.

From the bustling center of Valencia, Bukidnon, we took a 3-hour motorcycle ride towards more mountains. We passed many muddy, half-made roads. Until there were no more.

We stopped in front of a small sari-sari store (where people were hanging out and talking, waiting for nothing in particular), made our way across the first river and started walking.

Poly sacks sewn roughly with plastic rope.

At that point, I wasn't thinking at all about horses. I'd seen a few along the way, but thought nothing of them. Later on in the trip (i.e. the next day), 9+ hours of walking under my belt, I was praying that my fanny pack would drop onto the ground, have a supernatural vibration of some sort, and morph into a savior horse, like a scene in some folktale. 

The sack is stuffed with more plastic and old clothes.

Horses are perfect companions in the variable landscape going to Simsimon, where the rivers change course every few months or so, and the mud can consume your slippers just like that. Horses eat wild plants, and create nitrogenous fertilizer as a byproduct. When they die, they compost right into the ground. How's that for "green" transportation?

A fancier saddle, still improvised, for an albino horse. The thing around its neck is part of a plastic water hose.

A closer view of the sack saddle, this one with elaborate machine-sewn padding and a wooden groin nest.

Chicken Feeder Maker

Welcome to a roadside chicken feeder fabrication and retail shop in Bukidnon.

The finished product.

A dude pounding the edges in.

Same dude, pounding the edges in.

Commercial plastic feeders that are probably prototypes for the in-house ones.

Wire-molding machine.

Unmolded wire.

Molded wire.