062212 The Urban Tracker (In Pampanga): The Juvenile Fry Catchers In Malpitik

A prayer in passing by Maimpis Chapels

assing by the Maimpis chapel this morning, hoping for the kind destiny in coming days. 

2 days ago, we arrived here with the reverse of luck pushing us to settle on our somewhat inconvenient state. But then, our fate had yet to be seen with more of our ordeal on the days to come.

Sauteed radish in onion is a wow dish after all.
The moment I saw this radish sauteed in onion, I had to order it immediately to see how this Kapampangan delicacy would kick on taste buds. I'd never seen a radish as the main ingredient of a dish but this one came too enigmatic that made it appealing. And my verdict was superb one and a real blast for vegetarians. Over the meal, we were recounting our  past days' observation in this typical neighborhood eatery in Maimpis.-The jueteng win, the Pulilan drama, the action-packed race with the SFDO wheelers.

Entering Calulut with a welcome entry to a subdivision
On the field, that afternoon, my partner and I were combing the interiors of Sindalan to make our way to Bulaon. We reached the first lap of Calulut with this welcome sign. A local passerby told us that there's a resettlement community 2 kilometers away from our stead and in another interior. That is Northville 14 resettlement for the record so we considered a tricycle transfer. We descended first in Northville Market, a newly built structure still in its soft opening but few stalls managed to open and conduct business like the plastic wares that came in a delightful assembly of shapes and colors.

Some plastic homewares are colorful sights in Northville Resettlement market
From queries with market peeps, we learned that Northville happens to be a resettlement community of displaced illegal settlers once living in Pulung Bulu or in another town. Along with National Housing Authority, Northville was constructed as a city government project to provide decent homes for some families who worked in nearby plants, factories built by big companies expanding their industry here. We decided to go to the cross-section of the neighborhood and realized the breadth of the project. People in the relocation however here expressed help for more accessible health services and some issues like the house permanent ownership to ensure their stable condition to keep the community intact. Thinking about that brought us into another territory of Bulaon.

Slipping inside Bulaon Resettlement Market smells of old typical market
Life in Bulaon could be very well summarized in its old, rustic Bulaon Market renamed as Bulaon Resettlement Market. Real action ran high at this point. Although yet to be renovated, it's business as usual for market people with their smiles and come-ons.

Locally made slippers and shoes by Aguas craftsmanship;
Salon camouflaging inside this cell phone repair stand
There's something in this market that I felt I needed to give a look around. It didn't fail to amuse me to some degree especially when I realized that craftsmanship could still take roots here - like footwear customizer shop courtesy of Aguas Shoe & Leather Craft. Their products and designs were well-crafted and could compete in the market in a closer look. I also noticed the long and clustered alignment of business in Bulaon main road. This one shop was confusing bearing the sign of a beauty salon with a cell phone stand afront. 

Lotto in a bamboo hut in Bulaon main road
In another instance, there's a funeral with a name that's out of its element - Peter Pan Funeral. But the most interesting of all was a lotto outlet disguising as a sari-sari store in sawali format. I found out this happened to be a small town lottery version operated by PCSO. 

The playground in the circle of Bulaon   
With all that oddity only made Bulaon a real worth walking around aside from the locals who were warmly enterprising. The walk to the stretch of the main thoroughfare his time took us in a wonderland on what people here call the circle of Bulaon. Bulaon's tribute to its glory was inscribed in one of its landmarks in the middle where in a few distance playground came into view standing in a well-maintained park in all corners. How I admire the locals here for coming up with this charming arrangement and if time would allow, I gave the people behind this promising small town a standing ovation for their well-organized and very clean surrounding.

Kids in hunt to catch for fries in Malpitic
For our final leg, we traced our path out of Bulaon by finding ourselves at the crossroads of another barangay. People along the way had given us directions which to pass by until we ended up in TPKI St. with an early epal campaign sign. Somebody told us we're in Malpitic after asking and the waiting game for the ride back home began. That's when we noticed the kids in the shallow streams busy hunting for something. When we asked them, the kids were in stealth position trying to grab for that school of fries. Fries are small juvenile fishes I used to be guilty of hunting as a child. As expected, I knew the boys were catching them to feed their hungry aquarium fishes, not just for a mere fantasy. Their patience stood still in the heat of the sun until we took a tricycle homeward bound with my mind playing among that childhood indulgence.