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Diego Lingad Travelpiece1
Diego Lingad Travelpiece1
Diego Lingad Travelpiece1
18 January 2016
Travel Piece 1
Is dimsum worth a two-hour bus ride through a city thats been described the gates of
hell? I was about to find out. I sat through the ride from Angeles City to Binondo, sleeping at
random intervals and eavesdropping on a group of five amigas gossiping. I breathed in the sweet,
artificial smell of the bus air conditioning for a trip that ended up becoming three hours with the
notorious Manila traffic. After napping on and off, and learning about the lives of the five
amigas, I arrived at the bustling Avenida Bus Terminal in the heart of the Metro.
Amidst the crowd of passengers, street vendors, and bus conductors, I did my best to just
focus on my dad who was leading the way. Born and raised in Manila, my dad knows the ins and
outs of the city. From the dodgiest shantytowns to the poshest subdivisions, he navigates the
streets with ease. His tales of all his misadventures in the Metro filled my childhood. He never
seemed to run out of stories. His adeptness at storytelling, and the fantastical vastness of the
My sister and I followed him out the cover of the bus terminal. The multicolored collage
of buildings and billboards were framed by the web of telephone lines. The sound of students
talking, vendors hawking their wares, and cars honking seemed to fill the little bit of empty space
left. We kept walking forward - well, my dad kept walking forward and I was following him
forward.
were. I had a notion of our general location, and I think I managed to convince myself that I
knew where I was. If I had been placed in the middle of that scene at another angle, though, I
We passed through a street lined with shops with LED signs, electronics, and home
appliances. Apparently this was the Philippines own Akihabara, or electric city. Past it was a
small street that, according to my dad, had the original Jollibee. Jollibee is a national fast food
chain that now has branches all over the world. Its become a satellite of home for the millions of
Filipinos living abroad. We even celebrated my dads fiftieth birthday at Jollibee. Seeing the
After that near-holy experience, the street opened up to a big roundabout with a grand
colonial fountain situated in the middle. To the side of the eighteenth-century Carriedo Fountain
stood the sixteenth-century Binondo Church. Across these remnants of Spanish colonial rule
stood a Chinese gate. Binondo, the worlds oldest Chinatown, blends Spanish, Filipino, and
Chinese cultures. In this melting pot of cultures, my dad led us to the gold shops. There was a
small shopping center filled with small stores selling obscene amounts of Saudi gold. The garish
displays of gold chains, buddhas, and jewelry, though random at first glance, made perfect sense
Looking around at the variety of sights and sounds made us hungry, and we remembered
the reason why we came to Binondo in the first place - dimsum. We walked into the streets of the
Chinatown looking for a restaurant I had heard about online. Finally, my dad found a group of
people to ask. They bickered with each other about where the restaurant was located, but they
eventually pointed us to the right place. We went on our way and my dad explained that we need
You cant just ask anyone, he warned. Some people might try to lead you to a place where
they can mug you. Even though this was quite a worrisome warning, I did not feel afraid
because I did not plan on going around there by myself anyway. I could simply trust my dad to
keep me alive.
The sun started to set and we made a quick detour to a bakery. The bakery specialized in
hopia, small round cakes with mung bean filling. The freshly-baked hopia were the best I have
ever had. The outer dough was perfectly flaky and the filling had just the right amount of
sweetness. We ended up buying a few boxes, and I held the bag of them lovingly throughout the
Finally, we arrived in Wai Ying, the dimsum place we came all the way to Manila for. The
restaurant was narrow. The walls were painted a bright blue. The kitchen, takeout window, and
cashier were all in a steel island that ran along the right side of the restaurant. It looked nothing
like the Michelin-starred Din Tai Fung - which was told me there was going to be some great
food. We ordered mami, which is a Filipino-Chinese noodle soup, siomai, hargao, and a few
other dimsum standards. All the food was great, especially the mami, whose broth was as deep
When we finished, my dad led us back to the bus terminal. The nighttime covered the
city, but my dad was able to guide us through the maze of streets he grew up with. We got home