Before we started in the first station there was a message from the PA system that set up the mood and theme. In this era of instant convinience and gratification, its nice to, once in a while, slow down and give notice to all the things we take for granted. Like the way we walk in this pilgrimage, and thank the Lord for all the little things that we fail to take note of in our fast paced lifestyle.
But, as in all things in every culture, once it gets kitschy, it looses its core values and meaning. When you look around, the path is filled with people going out just to have a good time with friends. Fewer and fewer people are seen praying at the stations every year.
And the people just gets worse and worse. Two years ago it was a group of loud mouthed, skimpy dressed underaged girls in high heels with tons of makeup (skimpy as in backless spagetti strap tops with Japanese school girl skirts, looks more like they're out to hook up with foreigners...they're in for a big disappointment as I never saw any foreigners partake in this event).
Last year it was gays and transvestites acting up with 'sex in the city' inspired get ups, discussing loudly what part of the male anatomy they want the biggest and how long they can take. As we were going home, we rode with one 'tranny' wearing a two piece bikini and a mini micro skirt just a few millimeters above the crotch area (very unsightly).
|(just like a sea of people)|
(pilgrims singing Francis M's "Kelaidoscope World")
|("We're almost there"... the final stretch before the Antipolo Cathedral)|
|(My wife and I resting outside at 7-11 after the pilgrimage)|