So, a little bit of walk from the Manila Cathedral is another major attraction in Manila – The Fort Santiago.
Oh well, being a fort which is a short form for fortress or fortification, it is more like a network of defense walls and underground tunnels and this is Lizzie welcoming everybody into one of the tunnels with open arms.
It was so amazing to see how the tunnels are still so sturdy even after hundreds of years.
Just on the other end of the tunnel was a beautiful little chapel.
I took the opportunity to light a candle. Truly a spiritual moment for me this time.
Praying, among others, that I’ll find somebody that I can finally put my whole heart into and start a family before I turn 30.
Errrr, how old am I now? 25? 26? Holy SHhHT! He he he.
To tell the truth, I actually prayed that I’ll get rich enough soon so that I get to see more of the world He created and continue to inspire more people to travel. :-P
I visualized this in between my prayers.
Again – ameeennn? OK thanks. I heard you guys say AMENNNNNNNN. :-P
Fort Santiago is actually part of a golf course, or rather a golf course is part of Fort Santiago – one of the most beautiful that I’ve ever seen in my entire 30 errr, plus plus life so far.
The grass linen was just so smooth I could just lie down and do a little bit of sunbathing there the whole day if I was permitted to. It would have been a perfect spot for a filming set of a Kuch Kuch Jippy Hai movie. LOL
Fort Santiago is probably the only place where you get to ride a cannon down your crotch. I finally had a big gun. A very very big one actually.
Come come baby. I am so ready to shoot.
Hehe. Another part of Fort Santiago is called the Fort Santiago Proper. OK, I’m not really sure but I think it is the REAL Fort Santiago.
It was quite difficult to take a picture of me in front of the gate without getting ruined by the intensity of the sun. It was shining right from the very unwanted angle. After doing like 10 takes, this was as good as it could get.
And this was Lizzie’s reaction when I got tired of trying and throwing my camera at her. Whoop! LOL
So, Fort Santiago was built by the Spanish as a defense fortress for the walled city of Intramuros. It was here where Jose Rizal the National hero was imprisoned before he was executed in the Rizal Park back in 1896.
Due to its significance to the history of Jose Rizal, a building was built there to be the Rizal Shrine.
I was so captivated by the poem written by Jose Rizal in his very final days prior to his execution. It really got into me that I was actually trembling as I read through each of the lines.
Then there was this story of how his family members had actually tried to ‘smuggle’ a poison into his cell – so that he didn’t need to get through the pain of being publicly executed.
My favorite spot of the whole fortress is actually this open space area encircling this very old building which is now errrr, I forgot what.
Was it a pottery manufacturer? I think it was. I don’t know how why it was a pottery manufacturer but I am pretty sure it had something to do with the history of the fortress itself. *go do your own research. Ngeeee.
I was so disturbed by the way they portrayed Jose Rizal in this armless statue I actually tried to give him my arms, at least on this picture. After all, he WAS not limp. He was a national hero. Unfortunately my arms don’t look good on him. Too small. ERkkk.
The open area faces down to the Pasig River with the ‘poor district’ of Binondo on the other side.
IT was so fucking heavy I could only imagine what kind of a hell the slaves must have been through in building Fort Santiago under the strict command of the Spaniards. Just by imagining the whipping and wailing and beating was making me wince.
Walking out of Fort Santiago later, I followed the steps taken by Jose Rizal on his way to his execution although it was quite difficult not to doubt if it was even the exact trail of his footsteps.
His walk to the execution was highly regarded as a symbol to the BIRTH OF FILIFINO NATION.
WE still had one place in mind before we called it a day: The China Town of Manila. With a little bit of guidance from a very helpful security personnel that we bumped into at the exit, we walked over to what we believed would be Manila’s China Town.
The disturbing sight of the horse with her heavily foamed mouth had suddenly killed my any intention of riding gracefully on a horse-carriage to China Town. Heard they’d drug the horses to keep them going on a long long day. My belief in animal rights had overcome the temptation. I CONDEMN any form of exploitation on any living creature.
Manila had never been lucky in the past. It is a metro city that has witnessed the force of nature taking its course in the ugliest ways imaginable – destructive typhoons, deadly earthquakes, flattening floods, you name it - they went through it all.
Then there were these wars that had forced Manila to undergo series of fierce bombings and arsons and massive fires. Many of the damaged buildings were restored but some of them were left to rot. For me, they are the reminder of their bitter past.
He was executed to death for refusing to denounce Christianity in Japan. You see, Japan OWES the Philippines BIG TIME. And I think they owes every single country any even beyond. With all the horrible things they have done in the past, the biggest condemnation should be targeted against the Japanese and NOT Jewish. No?
I’ve been telling you over and over again, I am a damn broke traveler that the looks at the likes of Prada or Guess or Gucci or whatever branded shits would make me sick in my stomach simply because I knew I couldn’t afford to buy anything of them.
It has just about everything for Filipino cuisines and the range of prices is surprisingly more economic than it is in most other parts of Manila that I went to.
I took it as one of my biggest encounters in Manila actually.
I took it as one of my biggest encounters in Manila actually.
Oh and the idea of having something like this at our shops in Malaysia had long occurred to my head actually. Last time I re-charged my hand phone was at a bakery house in Ranau and they charged me RM2 for a less than 15-minutes cucuk. No matter how long you cucuk, be it 1 minute of 1 hour, you still have to pay RM2. You'd be lucky if your handphone could get to its climax for RM2.
It was another band and probably a better one. Being a country that is full of talents, competition to get a singing contract is so steep in Manila it is impossible to get to sing at the same night club every day.