Seis Películas Uruguayas

I have yet to come up with an impression on what's a typical Uruguayan film. Below is just a list of local films that I have seen so far through DVD rental. Sure, most are socio-economic commentaries, something that is very distinct in third world countries, but I still can't generalize. Maybe the absence of much cinematic identity is triggered by the fact that the country is sandwiched by two enormous nations, namely Argentina and Brazil, and perhaps it's a struggle to have its own voice. Anyway, the line-up is more of international film festival-decorated so I have to check next their more mainstream ones.

Cesar Charlone and Enrique Fernandez’ El Baño del Papa (2007) – The film is a commentary on how religion affects the society. It’s about how fanaticism overlaps with faith and vice versa. In focus is a small and poor neighborhood in Melo, Uruguay, which is just near the Brazilian border. The poor townsfolk invest on an upcoming papal visit by selling their properties just to come up with business for the greeters and cheerers. Beto, the lead character, on the other hand, tries to earn a living by smuggling goods through border crossings using a bike. His business is going to be a toilet rental for the papal supporters (hence the title). Aside from that, he has family issues on his own to address. I can say that aside from the social commentary that overpowers the film, it is very visually affecting. The hue is maintained from Scene One up to the end and the editing makes it viewable even for the mainstream audience. I guess it has something to do with the theme that could be taken as depressing at some point. It is also a family drama where internal issues are more important than the morals or socio-economic condition. It’s a good introduction for me to Uruguayan cinema.

Mario Handler’s Aparte (2002) – It is categorically a documentary. Shot with no script whatsoever, catching a glimpse of interconnecting stories of the people from a poor neighborhood right outside the city center of Montevideo. Opposed to what is expected from a documentary, the film does not share any figures or statistics and even details like its geography and their economic state. It’s just the real-life stories but not to a point that you feel like watching clips from the Big Brother franchise. The end credits mention that Mario Handler captured the series of everyday lives for a certain period (if I’m not mistaken, it’s more than a year). At times, the actors involved are caught looking at the camera and at times, it’s the actors themselves who are helming the scene. The challenge that I see with this kind of approach is on the editing department. To be specific, the director opted to film real people’s stories but along with being real is the absence of storytelling arch. Let’s just say that it’s not every day that an interesting event comes along. Having said this obstacle, the final product still feels like wanting for more, like we don’t know what is in store for the videotaped characters, but it succeeds in letting its audience take a peek into a truth from a different angle. The film reminds me of John Torres’ works, sans the poetry.

Adrian Biniez’ Gigante (2009) – This Hubert Bals funded film (read: some of Raya Martin’s works) tells the story of stocky (hence the title) security guard named Jara who works in a supermarket during night shift. It looks like an uneventful life for him until he meets one of the female workers through a CCTV camera. Jara starts to check the girl’s whereabouts and establishes a connection from afar. Compared to the first two Uruguayan films that I have watched, this one is quiet and always finds time to exhale when needed. The topic on spotlight is also less complex but it provides input to macro economics, recession and oppression. Not to mention that out of its simplicity, it also contributes some outstanding scenes. One of it, my favorite, is a sequence where Jara follows the guy whom the girl just dated. It preempts a tension that Jara might hurt the guy but upon reaching the apartment, two street jerks appeared and do the mugging themselves. Jara and the guy ended up having coffee in a bar talking about the girl’s favorite rock band.

Federico Veiroj’s Acne (2008) – This coming of age is similar to the storytelling approach of “Gigante”: quiet and mature. It’s about a pimply teenager named Rafa who is having a race with his hormones. At 13, he affords to render money just for sex with their house help, prostitutes, etc. He came from a rich dysfunctional family, by the way. His parents are on the verge of a divorce and it is actually his brother who arranges the sex with the house help. Aside from his pimples, where he always makes it a point to be attended by a dermatologist or by himself using some skin care products, the other thing that he worries about is having his first kiss. Unfortunately, the girls he fucked avoid that part on their make-outs. The storyline could very well pass for a Hollywood teen flick (Rafa, for instance, is joined by his friends who are equally passing through their own manhood a la “American Pie” and the like) but the film opted to a take a less travelled route. Editing and music are not in a hurry and the sweet resolution in the end just landed on the right lap. Alejandro Tocar as the low self-esteemed Rafa holds the film as his own. He shines in all of his scenes and he’s probably an actor to watch out for.

Sebastian Bednarik’s La Matinee (2007) – The documentary chronicles the rise of a carnaval band composed of veterans who are trying to fit in a society that is prone to favor the younger generation. I am not sure how Fat Tuesday is celebrated specifically here in Uruguay, but it looks like a series of auditions are held first before a set of bands are chosen to perform on the pre-Holy Week merriment. The film starts with the introduction of the members and how its musical director, a young local who adores Murga (a traditional form of carnaval music), tries to gather the band. Next in line is the audition part where they made it as one of the runners-up. What follows is the group’s journey to performances here and there and having a fan base of their own little way. If there’s one thing that I like the most about the documentary is that it doesn’t opt to sentimentalize things. Yes, the band is composed mainly of men on their senior year but they seem to just go on and entertain people. Maybe it has something to do with the nature of the carnaval that even with saggy tired faces, everything can be covered by a make-up or a mask. It’s good to note, too, that just like in the Philippines, musicians here end up either poor or overlooked. One portion of the documentary details how the members cope in life with their menial jobs.

Juan Pablo Rebella and Pablo Stoll’s Whisky (2004) – This FIPRESCI prize winner in the un certain regard category at the Cannes Film Fest is so far the most appealing to me among those that I have seen. The plot is very minimal. It’s about middle-aged Jacobo who tries to put up a facade to his long-lost brother Herman who comes over to Montevideo for a commemoration of their dead mother. One of the impressions that he has to build is that he’s a happily married man. To do this, he “hires” his clothing factory’s most trusted employee Marta. What transpires next is a vignette of events of pretension, patching up and moving on as if an ordinary day just passes by. Given the fact that the material only has three major characters, the script does not sway on being stagey or with too many conversations. To make a point, for instance, of how mechanical life Jacobo is having in running his clothing business, it shows some repetitive scenes like he goes for a coffee first, then drives to the warehouse and opens it, operates the machine, checks the air conditioner and asks Marta about the guy who will fix the blinds. The pattern makes a U-turn as Herman breaks in the scene. Jacobo, by the way, has an issue with his brother for choosing to be away and to have his own business and family in Brazil. There are a lot of quiet moments that are worth applauding including a killer last frame that made me clap on my lonesome watching the film. To emphasize further, whisky is the term they use to replace “cheese” in the phrase “Say “cheese!” when taking a picture. It is used in one sequence where Jacobo and Marta have to have their “wedding” photo taken as a proof. It somewhat encapsulates the covering up that is happening within.

Cooking Log # 001: Chicken and Pork Adobo

Ingredients:

1/2 kilo pork cut in cubes
1/2 kilo chicken
1 head garlic, minced
1/2 small ginger
1/2 yellow onion, diced
1/2 cup soy sauce
1 cup vinegar
1 teaspoon paprika
5 laurel leaves (bay leaves)
5 tablespoons of olive oil
2 tablespoons cornstarch
Salt and black pepper to taste
2 cups of water

Cooking Instructions:

1. Marinate the meat with black pepper and some salt before chopping the garlic, onions and ginger;

2. Sauté the minced garlic, onions and ginger with 3 tablespoons of olive oil in a big wok;

3. Add the meat and stir for 1 to 2 minutes;

4. In a separate sauce pan, boil the meat with 2 cups of water, 1/2 cup of soy sauce, 1 cup of vinegar, paprika and the crushed laurel leaves. Cover and simmer for 30 minutes or when meat is tender;

5. Remove the meat and put it back to the wok. Heat two tablespoons of olive oil and brown the meat for two minutes or less;

6. Mix the browned meat back to the sauce pan and add cornstarch dissolved in water to thicken;

7. Simmer for an additional 3 to 5 minutes. Optionally, add two boiled eggs; and

8. Serve hot with rice.

Notes:

I think it matters when it comes to soy sauce and vinegar choices. So if you don’t feel like experimenting, always stick to your brands. As for this particular attempt, I used Lee Kum Kee Soy Sauce and Heinz Apple Cider Vinegar.

For reference, I got the idea from filipinofoodrecipes.com. Updates include ginger being required, not optional, plus a little adjustment with the amount of olive oil (I used extra virgin). It’s also good to note that while boiling, maintain the fire in low heat. My adobo ended up a bit dryer than expected.

When I first came upon the recipe (the website is easy to find, just Google "adobo recipe" and you'll get it) and started sharing to a select few about the ingredients and how it is going to be prepared, I received some scratches on the head kind of reaction. They asked "Why ginger?" or "Why does it have to be so rigorous?", questions that made me more determined to finish the thing. Biased but the final product is rewarding. Maybe that's the lesson behind the adobo experience. We usually put it in a box because it is too common and that it is easy to prepare. Possibilities just keep on showing up.

Fitness Log # 001

NOTE: This is my attempt to satirize Allan Vistan’s fitness journal, with the same format and all. He, by the way, did something similar to my Movie Digest series. So this is more of revenge than returning a favor.

Date
October 20, 2010

Warm-up
Usual warm-up (10-sec each arm and leg stretching, etc.)

Strength
5x5 Squat (40 kgs)
5x5 Bench-Press (30 kgs)
5x5 Inverted Row (body weight)
5x5 Pull-ups (body weight supposedly but replaced with 40 - 50 kgs)
3x12 Reverse Crunch

WOD
What the hell is WOD?

Oh, well. We’re actually nearing our first month of visiting La Estacada Gimnasio (just a few meters away from the apartment and yes, that’s where the national rugby team of Uruguay sweats out). In fact, we’re renewing our monthly fee para socio tomorrow. I’ve wanted to blog something like this but to be realistic, I was either always sleepy or tired from the work-out.

The program we’re doing is called Strong Lifts 5x5 and it was recommended by officemate/friend Topeng (who’s very strict and who’s having his birthday today). I can say that after gathering all the excuses that I could think of just to skip that gym thing and having them in vain, I am starting to look forward to a leaner me. Thanks to this thing called peer pressure. But seriously, the motivational quote that struck me the most, from one of the links that Topeng has shared, is about having personal sacrifices just to achieve a certain goal. So I have to say goodbye to some of my movie nights. Besides, they don’t replenish movies here the way it’s done back home.

As for the progress, I’m doing well with the squats. Before, I can’t afford to do a full squat. I would feel out of balance even without weights. The program suggests an additional 2.5 kgs every week and it’s been a long way since I started with just the bar (20 kgs). That’s actually my favorite part of the routine. It’s just right and I start to sweat a lot on my third set. My Waterloo is more on the Bench-Press or OHP as I struggle with the increments. For instance, I’ve been doing 30 kgs for Bench-Press for two sets now and I hope to graduate from that real soon.

Aside from the usual food that I am avoiding, I don’t have a diet that I religiously follow. I’m on the roll with avoiding carbs and since fish is good on this side of the planet, I always order for pescado planchada whenever there’s a chance. Maybe I have to be vigilant, too, with my daily water intake. I notice that my weight is stuck in the same digits but Topeng said that it must be the muscle improvement that’s doing that.

So far, so good. I know the road to Mt. Olympus is a long way to go but I am moving. At least I am moving. There’s this priceless self esteem after walking out of the gym. I don’t know exactly what it is but it sure feels golden. Plus, the dinner after the work-out has never been so guilt-free and rewarding.

Day Trip to Colonia del Sacramento

Last Saturday, I joined the rest of the Manila Mafia (and a Colombian queen) on the trip to Colonia del Sacramento. It’s Uruguay’s oldest city (just like our very own Cebu) and it’s around 160 kms away from the country’s capital (Montevideo).

We met at around 9:30am past at Tres Cruces shopping center. It’s a mall from ground floor up but down below is a gateway for the busses heading to different parts of the country (and, selectively, outside Uruguay). I am not sure if it has something to do with the long weekend but we missed to get a ticket for the 10am trip for seven people. No choice but to kill time for the 11:30am trip from COT Bus Company. Unfortunately, we were not aware that there are two types of a trip to Colonia. One is direct and the other, the one we got, has a lot of stops that looked endless. Ticket is priced at UYU 185 (or around PHP 390), one way.

Touchdown at close to 3pm and the minute we got out of the bus, we changed our return tickets to 'directo'. Then off we walked along Calle Manuel Lobo to reach Barrio Historico (which is very much like our Intramuros, only with a century old lighthouse and overlooking the Rio del Plata). The walk took us around 15 to 20 minutes.

We had lunch at Restaurant El Torreon (which has a giant ‘torre’ behind the dining tables) with seafood platter and two orders of steamed Corvina. Self-help walking tour started at close to 5pm, giving us ample time to visit the ‘faro’ (lighthouse where a glimpse of tall buildings in Buenos Aires can be seen on a clear day), Igleasia Matriz (the oldest church in Uruguay) and the sunset-drenched Puerto de Yates. At close to 8pm, we left Patrimonio Lounge Bar/Restaurant after having a cappuccino fix. Off to Montevideo at 8:30pm, on board via a bus with Wi-Fi.

The rest of the pictures here.

Plus among other photo albums that I haven't published here yet:

1. Peruvian and Italian nights at Da Pentella;
2. Our attempt to chase sunset in Montevideo;
3. Another nice dinner at La Perdiz; and
4. My kind of other half of Sunday.

Dia del Patrimonio is Not Related to Alvin

From top to bottom row, left to right: Palacio Legislativo, Antel Telecommunications Tower, Estancia del Puerto, the Cabildo, the vintage bus (Erhitran), Museo del Carnaval, Teatro Solis, Palacio Taranco and Museo de Arte Precolombino y Indigena.

Last weekend was one of the best weekends for me here in Montevideo. I got to do the things I love to do on a clear day. To be precise, that’s walking along the streets, visiting some interesting places while cam-whoring on the side (with my little red backpack, of course). Uruguay just held its Dia del Patrimonio, or Heritage Day, and everything fell into the right place. Entrance fees are waived and most historical buildings that are accessible only on weekdays are open to the public. Lots of tourists, be it local or otherwise, were everywhere (making me, or Asians in general, slightly expected).

Held every last weekend of September, the two-day event is Uruguayans’ way of respecting the past and reminding people of what valuable their history is. All the museums and other old buildings are open to the public for free from 11am to 4pm-ish (others close an hour later), complete with flyers about the significance of the place and occasionally guided by some ushers. There are also street performances here and there, particularly in Ciudad Vieja (“old city”) area so the mood was festive enough for me to kill the weekend.

Anyway, below are the places I’ve visited courtesy of Dia del Patrimonio. I haven’t seen a lot of blog entries containing an itinerary about the event but hopefully the list would help.

1. Palacio Legislativo – As the name suggests, the historical edifice is their sort of parliament building where both the senate and congress are housed. It was probably built during the dawn of 20th century, and it’s a fine example of neoclassical architecture (just like our Manila Post Office Building in Lawton). We went there at around 11am by cab. It’s in the center of a roundabout and it’s roughly ten blocks away from Avenida 18 de Julio. A lot of visitors were already present when we went there but not too crowded;

More pictures of Palacio Legislative here.

2. Antel Complejo Torre de las Telecomunicaciones – Just two or three blocks away from Palacio Legislativo, this tower, privately owned by Antel (closest in the Philippines could be PLDT/Smart), is the tallest building in the whole Uruguay. Since most buildings in Montevideo are not that high, this one is easy to locate (in the same manner that you see Eiffel Tower in Paris). Designed by architect Carlos Ott, you won’t miss the similarity with Burj Al Arab. I am not sure if it has something to do with the time the architect did designs for some buildings in Dubai or it is just plain coincidence. The main attraction in the complex is the building’s panoramic area on the 26th floor. Staffs are very friendly and one of them even bothered to describe the city landmarks in English;

More pictures of the complex here.

3. Ciudad Vieja – From the bus stop beside Antel building, a lot of busses are heading to the old city. One of it is a special bus designated only for Dia del Patrimonio. It was already past 1pm when we reached the port area and nothing beats a hearty late lunch at Estancia del Puerto at Mercado del Puerto. After a plate of asado and morcilla, we headed to three more museums namely Museo del Carnaval (just beside the market), Museo de Arte Precolombino y Indigena and Palacio Taranco (both along Calle 25 de Mayo). We reached Teatro Solis at five minutes past 4pm and right in front of us were the ushers closing the entrance doors;

More pictures of Ciudad Vieja here.

4. Teatro Solis – The next day, right after mass at Catedral Anglicana dela Santisima Trinidad (which is also open for Dia del Patrimonio), I headed to Teatro Solis. It’s another neoclassical architecture and it’s a cultural center, much like of our CCP, with an astounding performance hall;

More of Teatro Solis here.

5. Plaza Matriz – From Teatro Solis, I just walked along Calle Sarandi to browse through the items in the stalls along the street. Before having a short rest in one of the benches at Plaza Matriz, I visited Cabildo de Montevideo which is a perfect heritage of the colonial times. There was also a makeshift performance stage nearby where I witnessed a chorale, a one-act play and some flamenco. Just a few meters walk, there’s the CUTCSA Office which was converted into a museum and Centro Experimental de Formaccion which houses some impressive sculptures (some of it were under construction); and

See more pictures around Plaza Matriz here.

6. Equipo Recopilador Historico del Transporte – To cap the day, I had a cozy trip on a vintage bus. Fare is UYU 17, one way, and it has stops at Puerto de Montevideo, the Antel Complejo Torre de las Telecomunicaciones, Estacion Central then back to Teatro Solis. It was a great experience and most tourists always find time to take a picture of the bus every time we pass by.

More pictures of my cozy vintage bus trip here.

Off-topic, below are the photo albums that I haven't posted here yet so:

1. My fifth week in Montevideo here;
2. An exciting futbol match here;
3. Our favorite after gym dinner spot here;
4. Mike's awesome birthday dinner at La Vaca here; and
5. Pictures of the best Japanese restaurant in Montevideo here;

Ang Pinakamahabang Birthday sa Pinakamahabang Blog

Explain ko lang. Tatlong beses pa lang ako nag-birthday na wala sa aking comfort zone, either hindi ko kasama ang parents ko, wala ako sa bahay sa Lopez o wala ako sa Pilipinas. Sure, merong mga September 13 na kailangan kong pumasok sa opisina pero hindi counted ‘yan sa “wala sa aking comfort zone”.

‘Yung unang beses, n’ung 1989, nasa Daraga, Albay kami n’un para sa kauna-unahang sabak ko sa boyscout jamboree. First year high school ako n’un at ‘yun ang unang pagkakataon ko na makatulog sa labas ng aming bayan. Ang natatandaan ko, ‘yung weekend bago kami bumalik ng Lopez, binisita kami ng mga nanay namin na sakay sa isang jeep. Hindi ko matandaan kung nakita kong nag-abot ng pera ang nanay ko sa scout master namin pero ‘yung araw na uuwi na kami, inilibre kami ng halo-halo sa isang sikat na mall sa Naga City noon, in celebration daw sa birthday ko. Meron kaming picture nito, sigurado ako, at ang alam ko ay hindi ko lahat kilala ‘yung nasa table.

Noong 2001 naman, more than ten years ang nakalipas, nasa Singapore ako noon. Ito ‘yung 9/11 year. Ang alam ko, umuwi ako galing opisina at nakita kong nanonood ng CNN ang landlord ko habang pinapakita ang umuusok na World Trade Center sa New York. Ang assessment n’ya noon, isa lang itong aksidente. Nagbiro pa ako sa mga kasamahan ko noon sa Equi na ang lupit naman ng birthday greeting nila para sa akin. Noong kaarawan mismo, nakatanggap ako ng bulaklak sa opisina mula sa kuya ko na nasa New Zealand that time. Kinagabihan, ni-punk ako ng mga officemate kong Pinoy at gumawa sila ng drama na kunyari ay nag-aaway o nagtatampuhan. May schedule kami ng jogging n’un sa Kallang Stadium at ‘yung allegedly “breakdown” scene ay sa field ginawa. Naisahan ako nina Gerry, Tintin at “Ate Shawie”. Kung tama pa ang pagkakatanda ko, hindi natuloy ang jogging at kumain na lang kami sa Marché. Happy days.

Mula 1989, tapos 2001, ngayon naman, 2010. Parang merong pattern. This year, ang kakaibang experience naman ay ‘yung nasa ibang time zone ako. Since ahead ang Pinas ng 11 oras, nag-celebrate ako ng birthday rito ng 35 oras. Eventful, actually. And with the advent of new media like Facebook, para akong nag-fiesta sa mga bumati.

Pero heto ang detalye kung paano ko inubos ang treinta y cinco oras:

Sinubukan kong um-attend ng nag-iisang English mass dito sa Holy Trinity Cathedral tatlong oras bago mag-midnight sa Pilipinas (10am dito). Late ako dumating at ang entrance, sa hindi ko inaasahan, ay nasa may harapan malapit sa altar. Hindi ko sinasadyang gumawa ng eksena sa aking pagpasok pero wala akong nagawa. Mabuti na lang at kokonti lang ang sumimba. Pero ang mas matinding eksena ay nang makita ko na babae ang pari na nago-officiate. Naka-robe din s’ya at ang pangalan n’ya ay Reverend Bridgitte Gutbrod. Wala naman akong napansing kakaiba sa celebration at hindi naman nakakailang magmisa, sa katunayan, nagustuhan ko ang sermon tungkol sa "pakikinig".

May ilang pics sa Holy Trinity Cathedral dito.

Mula sa simbahan, sinubukan ko na ring tumawag ng taxi gamit ang celfone at nasundo naman ako (another first na nagpasundo sa isang place sa Montevideo na noon ko pa lang napuntahan). Sa Plaza Independencia na ako nagpahatid, naglakad, kumuha ng picture at naglakad nang naglakad pa. Sa isang park ako nagpahinga. May ilang nag-text (na inaasahan ko naman na mas kokonti dahil na rin sa Facebook). Bumili ako ng isang balot na papel ng mani na nilalako ng mama na merong kariton na may tambutso na gawa yata sa kawayan. Kung hindi ako nagkakamali, dito na ako inabot ng birthday ko, Manila time, habang inuubos ang UYU 20 na mani sa piling ng mga kalapati.

More pics sa Plaza Independencia rito at sa city center, dito naman.

Other half ng araw na ‘yun, pumunta kami ng Manila Mafia – Uruguay Chapter sa isang expo (na more than 100 years nang ginagawa). Ito ‘yung sa Rural del Prado. Para s’yang agricultural expo na merong mga booth na mainly for the farm. May dalawa ritong malaking warehouse, na medyo mapapansin mo ang pagka-vintage, kung saan naka-display ang iba’t ibang breed ng baka at sheep. Around 9pm na yata kami nakabalik ng city center. Sa Tintos y Rubias kami nag-dinner (na isa sa mga OK na parillada rito).

More pics sa Rural del Prado Expo rito.

September 13, Montevideo time, around 2am na yata ako nakatulog. O kami ng housemate kong si Mike. Tinapos kasi namin ‘yung expense claim para sa tatlong linggo. At hindi s’ya madali dahil nakiki-leech lang kami ng wi-fi ng may wi-fi. Nothing special at work. I spent it quietly as planned, just some greetings from the Manilans and that’s it. Sa El Salmon kami nag-lunch na ironically ay walang pescado sa kanilang menu. At dahil may birthday luck siguro ako n’un, meron silang fish para sa araw na ‘yun. Finished task by EOB then apartment then Francis Restaurant. Umuulan ng napakalakas n’ung gabing ‘yan at alam ko, struggle para sa amin nina Fabricio, Pao at Mike ang pagpunta dahil sa lakas ng hangin (pang-test ng payong kung matibay). Maliban sa napakasarap (at napakamahal pero sulit) na pagkain, medyo tahimik namang lumipas ang hating-gabi kasama ang limang Manilan, dalawang Argentinean at isang Brazilian. All-male entourage ‘yun. Naging mas special ang gabi nang kumain sa nasabing restaurant ang isang pamosong Argentinean artist/comic. May plano sanang magpa-picture kasama s’ya pero wala nang nakuhang maglakas-loob habulin nang ito ay lumabas ng pinto. Eksaktong hating-gabi, isang shot ng limon cielo.

Natapos ang araw na sumasagot pa rin ako sa mga pagbati sa Facebook. Kumpleto naman ang araw dahil nabati ako ng parents ko at kuya ko and family over the phone n'ung umaga. Kahit malayo at magkaiba ang oras, hindi ko naramdaman ang pagiging remote.

At d’yan nagtatapos ang birthday ko na umabot ng 35 oras. Dito na rin magtatapos ang automatic cross-posting ko ng blog entry from Blogspot to Multiply (pero iiwanan ko r’un/rito ang mga photo album). At isa pang at, 34 years old lang este na ako.

May ilang pics sa birthday dinner dito.

I Love You, #sentisabado!

Woke up on a late Saturday morning, Montevideo time, feeling so Zenned up. Got no itinerary whatsoever aside from the usual post-snoozing-the-alarm-clock “social network” to do’s. It’s usually Facebook then Plurk then Twitter (arranged accordingly on my iPhone). Then I came across this hashtag #sentisabado and got me hooked on Twitter for the rest of the morning and early afternoon.

Most contributions, as the name suggests, are all reminiscent of the Pinoy pop culture. Be it about a now defunct TV show on RPN9 or IBC13, or some old and iconic Kapamilya and Kapuso shows, or about junk food that’s no longer available in your favorite sari-sari store or just about anything that reminds of how naive life was back then.

Part of my share:


Other entries:




I think I had my first glance of the same trending last week (or last, last week) through Ramon and I remember sharing some bits of my jologs past. But this Saturday was different. First senti entries that greeted me, surprisingly, were from celebs like Anne Curtis and Tim Yap. That fueled me up a lot and did my share of some goodies straight from the mahiwagang baul. “Wisdom” kept on going for hours, making me almost skip meals. I don’t remember being away from home on a Saturday morning this fun and engaging.

On a serious note, the whole she-bang (that made it to some online news) proves that we, Filipinos, aside from being united for a time, can have a sense of history. We just know. We take note of the details. So long as it doesn’t get us into something serious like going to the streets for another EDSA revolt or being vocal about our frustration for Erap making it to the second spot during the last elections, we remember. Now I don’t know if it’s a good thing or what. For the meantime, I’ll just wait for the next Saturday.

P.S. By the way, here are some pictures from this week and last week.

Emo Rollercoaster Ride Called Temporal de Santa Rosa.

Wednesday morning. While having breakfast with Mike at Salon Panoramico (still at Marti Apartment Hotel), I noticed that the overlooking streets and rooftops were all wet. A rain must have come during the night. I was actually ecstatic about having to experience it for the first time in Uruguay (which always prompts me to hum that song “Rain in Spain” from a musical). Not until another colleague named Nestor from Argentina (or Brazil, I don’t remember), occupying another table beside us, mentioned about this thing called Temporal de Santa Rosa.

From what I have gathered, the phenomenon happens only once a year. It’s a typhoon similar to typhoons in the Philippines, complete with gusty wind and a little rain shower. It normally lasts up to five days, coinciding with the feast day of Santa Rosa de Lima on August 30 (who died, apparently on August 24).

Santa Rosa, by the way, has her own story to tell. She is Isabel Flores de Oliva (1586 – 1617) in real life and, as mentioned, she’s from Lima, Peru. Legend has it that in 1615, she leads a prayer from a church right before the arrival of pirate ships of Dutchmen ready to invade Lima. Without any warning, a storm prevented the ships from approaching the land and the city was saved.

It hits not only Uruguay but the whole South American region. The nearby countries call it “Tormenta de Santa Rosa” which, by the tone of it, sounds deadlier. “Temporal” is somewhat close to “temporary” but according to Nestor, the context there is not merely about time but more on the “just visiting” part. It washes away something and gets ready the land (and the people) from winter to spring.

Catching the season shift and having it stamped during a weeklong phenomenon is new to me. I thought at first that it was going to be a nice experience. Besides, it’s the first day of my favorite month and we had a scheduled apartment viewing in the afternoon. Morning came almost unnoticed but getting lunch around the corner and braving the wind was a struggle. Umbrellas must be strong and a warm scarf would be very handy. Afternoon went unscathed. Almost. Until we went to the long process of calling a cab (through 141) and heading to the other side of Montevideo.

Natalia, the one in charge of our accommodation and other needs of onsite employees, was waiting for us when Mike and I reached the apartment along 26 de Marzo. Alighting from the cab reminded us not to underestimate Santa Rosa. No exaggeration but the wind could probably carry an anorexic. It was cold (roughly five degrees) and the challenge of reaching the apartment lobby from the taxi was slightly overwhelming. Natalia asked to driver to wait for us while we view the unit. An agent, a granny who’s probably on her 70’s, welcomed us in Spanish. I don’t remember much of the details aside from the area being so big but I won’t forget the whistle caused by the wind when we checked the verandah. Then we hopped into another apartment, a posh one, still with Natalia, Mike and the agent all in the same cab, wet, slippery and windy. Verdict: never find an apartment during the typhoon.

Thursday made me realize a lot of things. My umbrella, which has been inside my laptop bag for a couple of years now, just passed out like a tiny sparrow. The casualty happened during lunch break and it was heartbreaking for me. Come dinner time, I suggested a visit to the mall just to get a new umbrella (we got a fancy one from a girly/granny store) and have Chinese food for comfort. Almost end of the story.

The silver lining there is that Temporal de Santa Rosa is a beautiful typhoon. It’s voracious but unlike in the Philippines, you don’t have to pray your ass off to have your life be spared. It’s beautiful, voracious and safe. It cleanses. It signifies both an ending and a beginning. By now, rain is still there but I have a new umbrella. I’m freer to sing that Justin Bieber - Usher song this time.

Montevideo: Primer Sábado

It was my first Saturday here and it was summery sunny. Got up past lunchtime and off we went to the following stops:

PLAYA DE LOS POCITOS

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Playa is a Spanish word for “beach”. Montevideo, if you’ve seen a picture of it somewhere, is best characterized by Playa de los Pocitos. The nearest rambla (or avenue) is just a stone’s throw away from our hotel so it’s a delight to start the weekend with a seaside stroll. We managed to pass by Rambla Republica del Peru and Rambla Mahatma Gandhi (don’t ask me why and how) which were bursting with joggers and sunbathers. Sand is Boracay-white and that’s all I need to say.

MERCADO DEL PUERTO



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This is far from the ramblas we passed by so we had to take a cab. The mercado (or market) is not really a market per se but a place with different parilla (grille) restaurants. I am not sure with the historical significance of the place but it felt like it played a major part to the early immigrants. Very busy during lunch time and trusted parilla may take you time to get a seat. Food is heavenly, from the blood sausage down to the pork intestine. For portres (desserts), we munched in some strawberries with cream (and sugar!) and flan with dulce de leche.

CIUDAD VIEJA



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Mercado del Puerto is already a part of this area called the Old City. From there, we took a walk along the streets with cobblestone and some old houses, similar to Intramuros in Manila or Crisologo St. in Vigan, Ilocos Sur. There are some structures that look newly restored but the area pretty much represents the city’s old charm.

PLAZA INDEPENDENCIA



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Last stop is Plaza Independencia which is perhaps an iconic spot for the locals. In the middle lies the statue of Uruguay’s greatest hero, José Gervasio Artigas. From there, you can see the neo-classical architecture of Teatro Solis which is probably their CCP. The busy city center can also be reached from there. Watch out for street chess players and ballroom dancers.

First Impressions on “The River Where Painted Birds Live”

Aside from the recollection I got on my flight to Montevideo regarding the locals being fun-loving, below are some thoughts on my first South American city, all conceived during the first week:

1. It’s chilly and sunny during this time of the year. Colder than Baguio during lunch time but not as cold as Utrecht-weather in February. Forget about the sweaty Latinas gyrating in most music videos. It’s really cold here;

2. In the area where I am staying at (Pocitos), most residential buildings are all white. With the help of the river/sea nearby, it creates a very Mediterranean feel. Very photo-friendly, I would say. As for the structures in the city center, it’s a different story. For example, medieval period is best captured in the city of Rome or somewhere else. Salzburg in Austria also represents the country’s glorious past. In Montevideo, it seems like it boomed during the 70’s and got stuck along the way;

3. Since we’re colonized by the Spaniards, the language barrier is not a major problem. They don’t speak English much compared to, say the Dutch, but some words are easily recognizable. While reporting for my luggage that didn’t make the Sao Paolo trip, I was prompted to check out Reclamo de Equipaje counter. Others are too obvious like “tomar” which is close to “toma” or in a beer drinker’s term, “inom”. As of this writing, I was able to fetch my laundry “con lava y plancha”. There’s some adjustments here and there like their “pollo” (chicken) is pronounced as “pozzo” instead of “poyo”. So imagine “pastillas” being said as “pastizzas”. Biggest reminder so far is that you cannot mistake “puto” for a rice cake;

4. The client’s office we are reporting at has a sign on top that says “Imprenta Nacional”. My guess is that it’s a historic building that was just given a make-over. I can say that it’s the best onsite office for me so far. I like the interior which looks like a disrupted building in construction, complete with brick wall (reminiscent of one of the hotels we were billeted at in Vigan, Ilocos Sur) and contemporary lighting. The irony there is like being reminded that work is still in progress;

5. My impression with the taxi drivers here is that they are always in a hurry. It always makes me look for a seatbelt at the backseat. Quoting a colleague, “Hindi sila nagmemenor dito.”;

6. Though the city looks sleepy, I was fascinated with their cab customer service. Prompted by the vouchers from the client, we call a cab here through 141. If you phone from a landline, the system would have probably stored your location and the voice recording just returns the mobile number and the number of minutes it will take to arrive. If they say three minutes, it’s really three minutes. All you have to work on is your instructions to your destination (which on my part I haven’t yet perfected enunciating the street name “Cuareim”);

7. Food is generally familiar. They have this breaded meat fillet dish called milanesa with fried egg on top (this is the first ever local dish that I tried and managed not to finish because of the bulk). Chivito, on the other hand, is the national dish of Uruguay (which, by the way, is translated from Guarani language as “the river where painted birds live”). It’s a sandwich-like dish with fillet mignon served with sidings like French fries or mashed potato. Since most of the servings are big, when not sure, I always default my order with pollo grillado. Worth mentioning too is their leche flan (very similar to ours) which is best enjoyed with some scoops of dulce de leche (milk with caramelized sugar).

8. I am still struggling with locating their downtown cinemas. On personal note, I haven’t really explored their tourism website yet. I just Googled “cinemas in Montevideo” and one of the links returned to me is an art house cinema showcasing foreign language films. Fortunately, it’s just a few meters away from the hotel. They are actually having a Kim Ki-Duk restrospective next month. Unfortunately, non-English films are subtitled in local dialect;

9. I can say that aside from being fun-loving, locals are respectful and nice. For instance, people at the office are accommodating and all-smiling. Taxi drivers, at some point, are very patient with our lack of grasp with the language. We usually get the occasional stares, especially from the kids, but that’s about it. For now, I have yet to meet a “kababayan”. I would be disappointed if I couldn’t find one. It says a lot about the place if more Filipinos live in the area or not; and

10. There are some calesas roaming around the city. But don't be fooled. They are not for commuters. It's normally carrying tons of garbage for recyling, their version of our kariton filled with probably bote, dyaryo, garapa.

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