Cno d2 nag paparactis pa ng ganitong ethics? travel tayo.:-)

binatukan ako ng nanay ko dati nung nalaman nya na nag hitch hike ako mula malolos hangang baguio. heheheh..

Wow. Four days na walang reply sa interesting na topic. Siguro wala naman talagang interesting sa hitching.

Pano ba siste? Tipong.. papara ng sasakyan tas makikiusap ng sakay? O stow away talaga?

Sino nga ba yung mga hitch bitches dito? Diba kayo napapa trouble pag nakikisakay? O baka mamaya trip din lang nung nagpasakay eh no? Reypin pa si Louie. Worth the risk?

SINULAT ITO NI HIPPIE (NEWYORKCUBAOHARDCORE) form his blog PLANETANG PAPEL
2002 or 2003 yata nangyari ito di kana matandaan..

(I sent this to the 2007 “If My Life Were a Book” essay-writing contest of the Philippine Star, and I don’t think they’re going to publish this...for obvious reasons.)

Parental advisory: This article contains four-letter words not suitable for adults (but there isn’t anything in here that you haven’t heard/used before).

They say that if a writer pours his heart and soul into his work, that work lives--or gets turned into a movie. If my life were a book I wish its pages would burn with the passion of On the Road--a mid-50’s paperback that hardly anyone reads. But it appears that a certain Jack Kerouac has done his job rather well. For life does imitate art--even fiction of the transgressive kind. And these are two days from one of those lives:

April 30, Monday. Work is a four-letter word and we were all so pretty vacant. I was on forced leave from my Makati slave job after my five-month contract expired. Louie was on summer vacation from his sixth year in art school. Philip had just gotten out of college and, like all of my friends, was jobless as fuck. Slowly being killed by the heat wave in Bulacan and the hopeless boredom of our modern existench, we thought of going up north: Baguio. Only problem was, we were all dead broke.

Not to worry, with a combined total of 200 pesos in our pockets, Louie and I grabbed our good old backpacks. Two shirts, two shorts, a pair of underwear, a sweater, a sleeping bag, and a lot of courage are all we’ll need for a week. From Malolos crossing, we took a jeepney to Tabang tollgate (several rides actually, ‘cuz we just hitchhiked). Then we were off on a van carrying drums of chemicals to Manila. We arrived at SM City in time for supper and met up with Philip who came all the way from down south--Cavite.

Before hunting/gathering food at the basement, we planted our butts on the mall’s benches and watched all the credit card-operated automatons, este, people around us. The masa window-shopping; coños and phonies speaking in colegiala tongues; the burgis and jologs displaying their signature clotheshoes, expensive cameraphones, and all the scum of consumer culture. Ah, the fashion show of life where you are no more than the logo on your shirt, the model of your celfone, or the contents of your shopping bag. At the food court, I had quite a fill of food scraps and leftovers from plates half-full and soda bottles half-empty. Imagine all the waste our fastfood mentality churns out every single day, while many of our kababayans subsist on instant mami noodles--if they’re lucky. By the way, Louie and Philip are vegetarians while I’m “freegan”--that is, I’ll eat anything as long as I don’t have to buy it. Lured by posters saying “Sale!” I took the up-escalator to the department store and indulged in a shopping spree. Socks, a towel, a bonnet--I got ‘em all on 100% discount. Thanks to the overworked sales ladies and underpaid security guards who, like me, are just cogs in the machine.

It was closing time when the three of us jumped on a bus going to Balintawak. From Cloverleaf interchange, we walked to the Camachile tollgate under the cover of darkness, and waited in the shadows. Our prey came in the form of a ten-wheeler truck with “Vegetable Dealer” scrawled on its sides. As the driver stopped to pay the toll, we pounced on it and scaled its eight-foot high body. Fat-assed Louie had trouble getting on and was left dangling like a pile of shit just as the truck was speeding towards the North Luzon Expressway. A bunch of shocked tollway cops tried to give chase on foot but thought better as the herd of speeding vehicles overran them. Hanging on to dear life, Philip and I hauled poor Louie’s carcass onboard.

With hands for pillows and frayed ropes for beds, we lay on our backs, faced the night sky, and told our stories as if around a campfire. It’s the sensation of sucking the marrow out of life, of the wind rustling your hair, of bathing in the light of the moon, of counting the stars, of sleeping in a blanket of clouds. At two in the morning, the driver, who hadn’t the slightest idea of his extra cargo, made a stopover at Hacienda Luisita. We dropped ourselves off and hopped on another truck, much to his dismay. Surveying my surroundings, I couldn’t help but wonder how much land a person really needs.

May 1, Laborday. The red skyline greeted us at Rosario Junction, just at the foot of Baguio. From there, we got a ride to Pogo, then to Marcos Highway. A great thing about riding on the back of trucks is that I get to interact with the scenery and all. It’s an experience alien to commuters who are trapped inside the comfort of their airconditioned cars. For one, I get a certain kind of high smelling the air and the grass and the soil and, somehow, the cow dung. Can you put a value on a beautiful day?

Touchdown. First on our list was the City of Pines’ downtown ukay-ukays or wagwagans. I always thought that changing our consumption patterns, buying second-hand stuff, or recycling saves a lot of things: labor, raw materials, energy, and money. Not to mention it minimizes the junk we dump on earth. For lunch, I asked this girl at the carinderia if she could spare me some tutong. She obliged with a bagful, plus tirang ulam. Ah, the kindness of total strangers. There is hope for humanity. As for my two companions whose food group is different from mine, they had to find other means to secure their nourishment. Asking vegetable/fruit vendors for rejects, my friends had proven that if you use fictitious pet rabbits as an excuse, you’ll get free food. For some strange reason, telling people you’ll eat their spoils turns them off.

As the last light drained and the cold mists rolled into the empty streets, we found ourselves climbing one of the tribal Ifugao huts on display at the Botanical Garden. Amidst the wet cobblestones, eerie animal sounds, creepy plants, and thick fog, we rested like modern primitives and slept the sleep of the just. For no matter what glamor magazines and reality TV shows profess, there is a difference between life and survival. There is more to being alive than just having a heartbeat and brain activity.

So, if you’re life were made into a book, would you read it? Is reading things as exciting as doing them? Could danger be joyous? How much of your life comes at you through a book, vicariously?

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2ND TIME HITCH HIKING TRIP.....






nakitulog kami kila ben nuon ng not4sale sa tinitirhan nila sa La trinidad


mga nakilala nmin at nakasama mga batangueño hitch hiker.




mga nakilala nmin at nakasama mga batangueño hitch hiker.






Sa botanical Garden paeskapong pumasok sa dis oras ng gabi para may matulugan. sa isang igorot house na nakadisplay dun na may not4sale vandal.

di ba to yung minulto kayo?

hitch hiking ang big thing ng early 2000's. dami naengganyo from baguio to lucena. never tried it though.

mejo yari ka lang sa mga anarcho-punks pag mejo nagconvey ka ng little bit of politics tapos di ka naghitch-hike. badge of honor yata un. mwehehe.

[quote="electric_dynamite"]

raymond667 wrote:

positivementalattitude wrote: sa ngayun parang di ko na kaya, di ko pa nasusubukan ulit,.. mas ok pa din ung bumyahe na kumportable ka.. My thoughts exactly. Baka "it's just a phase" sa pagiging punk? Watchu tink?

di ko quote yan, kay raymond yata. hehe.

puedeng sa iba phase siguro, kasi ngayon e parang di na masyadong "in" ang hitch-hiking. pero sa iba lifestyle siguro talaga.

compelling tale Hippie! Nabasa ko ata to nung 2004 at elib pa rin ako hanggang ngayon.

Di ko pa nasubukan mag hitch hike sa Pinas pero nagawa ko dito nung nakatira ako sa Vallejo.

It was 2 of us who wanted to hitch a ride to the City. Rob was a stout white kid with mutton chops who in a punk shirt, black jeans and boots, could pass for a skinhead. I had a mohawk that was cut unevenly so it was thicker to the left and made the silhouette of my head look like a Trojan helmet.

We stuck our thumbs out at the Georgia st exit going towards the freeway.
No one stopped. We stood there for an hour.
We missed the show. It was Voodoo Glow Skulls anyway.
Point is: no one is going to stop for you, at least not in the bay area.

[quote="positivementalattitude"]

electric_dynamite wrote:

raymond667 wrote: positivementalattitude wrote: sa ngayun parang di ko na kaya, di ko pa nasusubukan ulit,.. mas ok pa din ung bumyahe na kumportable ka.. My thoughts exactly. Baka "it's just a phase" sa pagiging punk? Watchu tink? di ko quote yan, kay raymond yata. hehe. puedeng sa iba phase siguro, kasi ngayon e parang di na masyadong "in" ang hitch-hiking. pero sa iba lifestyle siguro talaga.

a lifestyle, phase, and for fun... may naksabay kami one time nung nag hitch, nung nasa bus sila parang mas punks pa sa n4s ung itsura, pero nung pagbaba namin nagbihis sila dun sa cr, pag labas naka bling bling na, hahah

yun oh dami na reply!

meron pa ba sa inyo d2 na gumagawa pa nito at nagtatravel ng mejo malayo ngayon? sama ako minsan pag may time.

huling travel ko na malayo thru hitch ay sa Davao, Manila-Davao 2003 ata yun, inspired by the Not4sale guys, thanx to Ben and Manay, san na kaya cla ngayon?...ang alam ko cla unang nakarating ng Davao thru hitch na 5 pesos lang perang dala ^_^ tapos yung taga Davao nag Hitch din pa Manila, ganun din taga Cebu...

after namin mag Davao nun, we've plan to cross Malaysia, mag baback door kami ng Sambaonga kaso naka alis ako abroad...natuloy ata yung iba kung kasama nun.

Cno d2 nag paparactis pa ng ganitong ethics? travel tayo.:-)

tol sila berms tropang tsimpayne aktibo sa ganito, kontakin mo tiga-cavite rin yan kilala mo rin malamang hehehe walang ethics yang mga yan etits lang hehehe

pag dating ng Kudat may highway doon diretso papuntang Kota Kinabalu kung saan galing doon ang Mouthful of Air at AraxKiri

di ko pa natry yun malayuan pero yun medyo malapit oo minsan pag nagtitipid or walang pera talaga madalas sa bus/jip pag papunta akong laguna,cavite,paranaque,baclaran ..ngayon di ko na magawa madameng salbaheng kundoktor e nagpapaalam naman ako hindi 123

hahaha! magbaon kayo asin at tubig, wag sasakay sa jeepney driver na may tubo sa gilid pag mangsiswindle lang naman ng sakay kahit pa sabit.

Pag nag hihitch ako, nagdadala ako ng Php.10,000...para walang problema. hehehe! tsaka malapit lang yung mga pinupuntahan ko, tinitignan ko lang kung marami pang mababait na magpapasakay sakin. minsan tinatakbo ko nalang yung pupuntahan ko..yan ang ipapauso ko. ^_^

pag nakalaboso... di lang libreng bugbog... baka may libre pang powet hahaha

talaga milo?

hell yeah. puwede mag-hitchhike sa Pinas.

Oy, si Quincy ako. Taga-Canada naman ako. Hindi naman Pilipino. Been to the Philippines before and will probably visit again in the next few years. I don't listen to hardcore or punk much anymore, but still interested in DIY culture, freeganism, dumpster-diving (or table-scoring), hitchhiking, primitivism, freight train hopping, etc.

Meron maiba pang kuwenta tungkol sa iyung activities sa Pinas? I want to know what is all possible, maybe somehow meet up with any of you tricksters in the future.

Is there any active anarchist collectives / infoshops? All the info I have found online is old. Ito ang hub namin, dito sa Winnipeg, Canada.

Buhay libre, amigos!