During our last trip in July/August 2011 to my wife's home town in Mindanao, the Philippines, we hired a traditional means of Philippine maritime transportation -- a small outrigger canoe called a bangka. The bangka is widely used in the Philippines, especially in the provinces outside the major metro areas, for fishing and transportation within and between the islands, and bangkas are very common in the seashore and fishing villages. Its long, narrow canoe-like banana-shaped hull is wooden and painted with multiple coats of epoxy paint. Generally it has two outriggers made of bamboo, which act to stabilize the boat in the tropical sea or river waters. The smallest bangkas are usually manually powered with paddles like a canoe or kayak, although the rather small bangka we hired was propelled by a small outboard engine that was I believe was only 5 horsepower. I've been on a bangka before and enjoyed it thoroughly, but this time we took a fairly small bangka and traveled on a trip route we had not taken before, which was really pleasant and exciting for all of us. For our 8-year old daughter in particular, this was an exciting, educational, and eye-opening trip that gave her exposure to many things she does not have the opportunity to see in the U.S.
The man that my father-in-law hired to take us out in a bangka was a local fisherman with his own bangka, and interestingly he was also a builder of bangkas. So since my wife and I didn't personally make the arrangements, I don't really have any practical advice or suggestions about looking for a boat for hire other than "use your common sense, and look for a boat that doesn't leak" (ha-ha!). I have a definite appreciation for bangkas, and some day I would like to have one of my own. Onboard the bangka were our Papa/Lolo (my father-in-law; "Lolo" is the Filipino word for grandfather, and is what my daughter calls him), my wife, my daughter, our bangka captain, his son who was about 11 years old, and myself.
We started off from the beach at my wife's home town in Mindanao (Oroquieta City), and we went a short distance along the shore line until we came to the mouth of the river that flows through the small city. Since the draught of our little boat was about equal to that of a canoe, it can get into some pretty shallow water. From the mouth of the river, we went upstream as far as we could. We passed under a pedestrian suspension (cable) bridge, which can easily accommodate the width of two people walking side-by-side passing in opposite directions, and we kept going upriver. We next came to the first road bridge, and went underneath it. There were a good number of people doing laundry in the river under the bridge, and this was really educational for our daughter, as this is something that is not seen in the U.S. and even in our travels in the Philippines we can't usually see too well what's going on under a bridge because our car is traveling over it. An interesting social and work event, nearly hidden from the sight of all above.
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| Washing clothes under the bridge |
We then had to turn off the motor and use paddle due to it being shallow. We were able to go upstream about a couple hundred more meters, at which point we were starting to scrape bottom and get stuck, and ultimately we had to turn around. Our trusty bangka pilot and his son got out and re-situated the boat when we got stuck pretty well. Before we turned around, however, we passed some more women doing the laundry, this time out in the middle of the river (since it was so shallow) on piles of rocks, and on several occasions accompanied by a very small child or children. We waved at these tiny little children, who watched us with a shy fascination perhaps mixed with a little bit of fear.
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| Children accompanying mother on rocks in river doing laundry |
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| Little boys with their mama doing laundry on rocks in river |
Once we headed back down-river and got past the bridge, we used the motor again, and headed out past the mouth of the river into the sea, following the shoreline less than a kilometer from the shore. We headed north to find another, smaller river that came out of an area of foothills. This smaller river would lead up to a village in which Papa had spent time as a young boy with his family farming and evading the Japanese Army during World War II. Unfortunately, we didn't get many pictures of the beautiful shoreline, but the following picture is one that shows the area along the shore several kilometers north of my wife's home town. In the photo below, we are approaching a much more rural and agricultural area, with the elevation of the land climbing up from sea level, and you can see behind the clouds the elevation of one of the main mountains in this area. In this photo, the water is getting just the slightest bit of choppiness from either a bit of wind or from some turbulence from streams and the river coming down from the foothills. There's a fair amount of desirable hardwood timber grown in those foothills (mahogany, nara, etc.) in addition to coconut trees and camote (sweet potato/yam root crops).
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| Bangka boat "Kimberly", as taken from our bangka boat |