4 comments on “Trizha Ocampo: Free Healthcare for the Remote Areas

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  2. Great body proportions , this girl has the body of a beauty queen . But facially , she is weak . I think part of the reason is her poor make up skills . She also needs a dermatology consult .

  3. Government hospitals in Baguio City (Baguio General) and La Trinidad (Benguet General). The former is a MARVELOUS American colonial occupation structure to rival the one along Taft venue in the NCR. There are very nice eateries just outside, and a jeepney terminal to take you to Burnham Park. The latter is right across the street from Benguet State University, the country’s pioneer agricultural research institution after which UPLB’s own program was patterned. Our strawberry and cut-flower industries were “planted” by “BSU”. Admittedly, too, the latter is not as equipped as its city-slicker counterpart uphill – the La Trinidad plateau is of lower elevation, and thus warmer on average than, literally and figuratively lofty Baguio City.

    La Union residents, because their province shares borders with Benguet, play, work, and study at both. For example, a cousin of mine who resides in San Fernando City spent college at St. Louis U, an hour-and-a-half minibus ride up Naguilian Road , said by locals to be the safest among the three mountain routes (the other two being Marcos Highway in Agoo-to-Tuba and the other being Kennon Road from Rosario to Itogon?) because it was a horse trail. The rationale was that animals were attuned to the lay of the land and “felt” their way up, unlike the other two which the colonialists (Americans) and the Imperialists (Marcos) essentially blasted and cemented their way through…. During school breaks, cousin and posse would travel down to to the beaches. No surfing yet in Luna; Bauang and Caba were the coastlines for the hedonists and world-weary.

    “LU” & Baguio City is where I trace my childhood days of abandon! My father insisted I conquer my nerves by forcing me to learn to drive UPHILL from the coast to the mountains, overtaking overloaded delivery trucks on the single-lane (!) NARROW passes. Back then, the Bued (?) River that sliced the Kennon Gorge was a whitewater torrent that drenched the windshield with its mist…. I digress.

    Back to LU…. I CAN VOUCH FOR THOSE GRAPES. They are crunchy. Thunderbird Resort Poro Point has a YUMMY buffet – MUST TRY. There was also red-light district in Poro town (hihihh…).

    My relatives tell me that during the Liberation, American GI’s who came through as they pushed northward from now-ravaged Manila to contain the Japanese who were fleeing the Allied advance, passed the town, welcomed as heroes. My old man, then quite young and VERY precocious, asked the men, “Joe, you like pampam (the Ilocano word for, well,… something like comfort women)?”. “Yeah!”, said fair-skinned long-nosed dudes. Daddy-o proceeds to point to my aunts. Needless to say, he got quite a beating form the clan’s women. 🙂

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