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Sendai Airport CCTV capturing the tsunami engulfing its tarmac (video courtesy of Russia Today)

On March 11, 2011, the world was shocked and awed again with nature’s raw awesome power as Japan’s Tohoku region was rattled by a magnitude 8.9 earthquake, and after that–the sea gobbled up cities, towns, farms and people — seven meter tsunami has changed the Japanese psyche and landscape forever. The aftermath was devastation and death. Japan’s worst crisis since the end of World War II.

Iloilo Airport was brought by the cooperation between the Japanese and the Filipinos

What I couldn’t believe was that even Sendai Airport was like a sitting duck in nature’s fury as its runway was submerged in sea water of debris and destruction. Come to think of it, the airport is already located more than a kilometer away from the coast (the tsunami was reported to have reached as far as 10 kilometers inland!) In a way, Sendai Airport reminds me of Iloilo Airport…however its far from the coast line and was constructed with Japanese backing and aid.

Sendai Airport engulfed in muck, water and debris (Photo Courtesy of AllVoices.com and NHK)

Sendai Airport (仙台空港) was born out of war as a training airstrip during World War II. After the war, it was captured by the US and the Allies then it was surrendered to the Japanese authorities in the 1950s. It has experienced several expansions in its era and became one of the primary airports for the Tohoku region, with the airport expanded in the late 1990s.

On the other hand, Iloilo Airport sits on what was once a Japanese Imperial force air strip for its Zeros, now located somewhere between three barangays in Cabatuan town in Iloilo, some 20 kilometers north of the city. After the war, it disappeared…only to the old people who recounted the time remembers. Then in the 1990s, there was a motion to move the old airport out of the city due to safety and expansion reasons. Local politicians found their funding–and its from the Japanese…the Japan International Cooperation Agency (JICA). From that point on, the Japanese and the Filipinos cooperated and constructed what is now one of the most beautiful airports to serve the fourth busiest in terms of passenger traffic in the Philippines.

Iloilo Airport

From what was once an instrument of war, atrocity, and hatred, both people mend and helped each other to build an airport that would serve more than a million passengers as of 2009–an instrument of peace, cooperation and development. If it wasn’t for the Japanese, the airport could still be a dream.

Sendai Airport pre-departure area (photo courtesy of Airports Worldwide.com)

Iloilo Airport's pre-departure area

As I saw Sendai’s terminal quite similar to that of the Iloilo’s in terms of execution of architecture and design, I couldn’t deny the fact that Iloilo Airport’s influence may have drawn its inspiration from the Japanese airports. And it was saddening to see  Sendai airport to be submerged and engulfed by the Pacific Ocean, leaving around 2,000 stranded, navaids unusable and now probably 10,000 people dead all over Tohoku region.

I am one with the rest of humanity praying or hoping for the fast recovery of the Japanese people from the worst crisis their nation has faced since the end of World War II. 平和を見つける死んだ人の魂があります。(may the souls of those who died find peace.) From Iloílo to Sendai with compassion. Let the Land of the Rising Sun rise and shine again!

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Malamang, ito na ang unang Filipino at English post ko ito sa blog na ito. Pero marahil, isa na rin itong paraan para sa aking pagbibigay pugay sa bayaning Pilipino. This is just some compilations of my past blog posts in my older blogs dedicated to the Filipino spirit of resilience and bayanihan. This is just the first part. Bangon Pilipino!

Pilipinas: Sa Delubyo at Ligaya

(mula sa The Bamboo Bayou ng berniemack.i.ph – published November 12, 2005)

Filipinos smiling despite the catastrophe (Photo from Felixberto Baguyo Jr.'s Blog http://www.bleuken.com/)

Ang Pilipinas ay itinuturing na isa sa mga pinadelikadong lugar pagdating sa mga sakuna na dulot ng lindol, pagputok ng bulkan, bagyo at iba’t ibang delubyo na dala ng inang kalikasan. Kung tutuusin, binibisita tayo ng humigit-kumulang na 18 o 20 na bagyo kada taon, may habagat na nagdadala ng malakas na bugso ng ulan tuwing Hunyo hanggang Oktubre. Mga lindol na aakalain mong katapusan na ng mundo tulad ng nangyari noong 1990 na sumira sa mga lungsod ng Baguio, Cabanatuan at Dagupan. Akala mo ang dagat dito hindi lumalamon ng lupa, noong 1976 ang Moro Gulf Tsunami ay kumitil ng libo-libong buhay sa baybayin ng Mindanao. Ang pagputok ng Pinatubo ay maituturing isa sa mga pagputok ng ika-20 siglo. Ayoko nang isa-isahin at baka maubos oras ko sa blog.

Sa palagay ko, maaaring dahil sa mga paghihirap nating nararanasan hindi lamang sa lipunan o ekonomiya, kundi sa pagharap sa mga delubyo na maaaring tayong mga tao ang nagdulot o di kaya’y paghihiganti ni Inang Kalikasan, ang nakapagpatibay sa atin habang dumadaan ang panahon. Kung tutuusin, para tayong mga kawayan na kahit anong lakas ng hangin, bumabaluktot lang tayo at hindi napuputol hanggang sa mamatay.

Nasabi nga pala sa Time Magazine noong Enero 2005 na ang Pilipinas daw ay isa sa pinakamasayang bansa sa buong mundo! Nakita ko sa larawan ng artikulong yaon na ang mga bata kahit nasa baha, nakangiti pa rin sa camera. Aba, napansin ko nga pala na kung andyan ang kamera ng media sa mga nasalantang lugar, hindi maiiwasan na ang iba ay kumakayaw sa likod o background ng taga-ulat. Akala mo’y di sila nadaanan ng delubyo! Sanay na si Juan de la Cruz sa mga ganitong pangyayari sa kanyang buhay, kahit mayaman siya o mahirap.

An Ode to Iloilo’s Catastrophe and Recovery

(mula saTragedy and Hope: An Ode to Iloilo’s Catastrophe and Recovery ng habagat.i.ph – published June 24, 2008 )

Storm Fengshen (Frank) ravages Iloilo / Photo by Ricky Alejo | AFP

Saturday, I was at the class. I was informed that Typhoon Frank would probably hit Manila since the public signal warning was at signal number two yet there was sunshine. I didn’t took “Frank” seriously as I thought as earlier foretasted, would evade the Philippines and go to Japan instead, but it made a landfall.

Saturday afternoon after class, me and my friend went to Antipolo to do some research but failed due torrential rains…and this text from one of my best buds shocked me: “Bro, grbe bha sa Pvia, ara sa a2p akn u2d. (Bro, the flood in Pavia was at the worst. My brother was even at the rooftop.)..I was numb. I called my grandmother and she told me that she evacuated our house as half of it was submerged all of the sudden by floodwaters. The appliances and everything has not been saved…She’s all alone. She said that it was the worst flood that hit Pavia in recent memory.

CNN coverage of Fengshen's devastation in Iloilo, Philippines

And as I went home and watched CNN, the scene of Iloilo’s catastrophe was flashed for few minutes…familiar places which traditionally don’t have floods were like Atlantis! Emotionally I was uneasy. I’ve been to the floods of Iloilo, experienced it first hand. But not this devastating.

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Fireman and members of a rescue group help an elderly woman out of the Jaro river near Iloilo city, central Philippines June 21, 2008. Typhoon Fengshen killed at least 17 people in floods and landslides in the Philippines and left a ferry adrift with over 700 passengers and crew on Saturday. REUTERS/Stringer [From BuhaysaKorea.com

Mother Nature’s wrath was awesome, I was dumbstruck. Never seen Iloilo this miserable, this state that anyone was caught on a surprise. Disaster!!!

Typhoon Frank floods Diversion Road, Mandurriao, Iloilo City | Photo by The News Today

Despite hell broke loose, I am thankful that my loved ones are Ok. Although my home at Pavia was devastated and appliances were not salvaged, nothing of it could replace the lives of my loved ones who survived the wrath. And although my loved ones survived, I still sympathize and pray for those who lost their relatives and friends, hoping that they would soon recover and see the light behind the dark clouds.

Fellow kasimanwas, we will prevail. Our spirits would not be dampened, yet learned our lesson from this tragedy. We Ilonggos in history has this attitude of never-say-die, we fought for our freedom from the colonists, we’ve thread the murky waters of depression, we stood mighty despite the dethronement, we still stand. This is the time that we can prove that we as Ilonggos are courageous despite our gentleness. Padayon guihapon Ilonggo! Pagkatapos sang sini nga kalaut na aton nga ginabatyag, amo na ni ang tiyempo sang panibag-ong pagsugod!

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And I thought this would be the last time I’ll be ever seeing such disastrous flood like that of Ormoc and Iloilo, but I was wrong…a year later, mud and flood waters swept the our nation’s capital and northern Luzon.

To be continued…

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Buendia Avenue, Makati City, Philippines (Photo from Skyscrapercity.com)

26 September 2009 – While working, our office is being bombarded with nature’s fury as Tropical Storm Ondoy unleashes his full fury in Philippines’ capital Manila. While we were busy taking calls, he was busy creating havoc and destruction in Manila that would make Filipinos shocked and awed with nature’s awesome power.

1 PM – Dismissal. The company would like to have their employees be safe at their site, so it was recommended that they wouldn’t leave the premises and would be given food. I decided to just leave since I was so worried with my family in Cavite. I ate a heavy meal before launching a journey in which I would never ever forget in my lifetime. Location: Market Market, Fort Bonifacio, Taguig

2.30PM – Got an approval from my trainer but he reminded me to update him and at the same time, stay safe. I took the Fort Bus from Market Market in Fort Bonifacio Taguig. The driver said that the floods have subsided in some parts but EDSA was still a virtual parking lot for south bound vehicles.

2.45PM – I reached Ayala-EDSA corner. EDSA was at standstill for south bound vehicles while north bound was virtually empty. I tried to ride on a Cavite bound bus but after 15 minutes, I left and diverted to Ayala Avenue towards Buendia. For I thought that there would be an easier way up there going out of Makati through Buendia-LRT and Pasay.

3.00PM – I started walking from Ayala-EDSA through Greenbelt and Glorietta. Some shops were closed. Ayala Avenue was in the field of desolation. It was my first time seeing Makati CBD battered by a storm.

While walking the elevated walkway from Greenbelt to Rufino, Ondong unleashes again his missiles of rain and gusts. I was getting wet, but no bother…I stopped over at a 7-11 convenience store to buy me an energy drink. My motive was to at least walk all the way to Baclaran. And so I went off all the way to Makati Med.

4.00PM – The sky was sinisterly dark and rains still pour as if Chino Roces/Pasong Tamo was flooded. So, I passed through the shanty community near Makati Med which leads toward Buendia. Upon reaching Buendia, I was happy to see that there is a Buendia bus bound for Baclaran but thought why there are no Ayala bound buses around. And so I rode in the bus which was in a standstill for 30 minutes of no movement at all…I paid yet I left the bus afterwards. To my surprise, Buendia-Washington was in a torso-deep flood.

Flooded Street, Manila, Philippines (Photo by Romeo Ranoco-Reuters)

Buendia-Washington area was submerged under flood waters that smelled like oil…really! People made the center islands as their pathway since it’s much higher…but I thought it wouldn’t reach the soles of my feet…but no…it was ankle deep. May mga lugar nga na abot kalahati ng binti na. And everytime there is a vehicle that passes by, waves come crashing our feet…some would lost their balance and fell off to the flood waters. However, smiles and tons of smiles amidst the deluge still prevailed. It made the crossing somehow light and bearable. And for a moment, I thought the flood waters would end just at SLEX…but I was wrong.

4.45PM – Just as I thought that everything was over after 45 minutes of carefully threading the waters of Buendia-Washington towards SLEX, I thought there are no flood waters waiting…but I was wrong. I was about to face the toughest challenge yet…Crossing the waist deep flood waters of SLEX and Buendia all the way to Pasay City boundary! God in heavens name help me I said! But no matter, I said to myself, kakayanin ko poi to sir! With a grin, I started threading the deep waters of Rio Buendia. Never had I lost that sense of humor and smile upon crossing the waters. It’s almost a kilometer or two to cross all the way to Pasay! Despite the difficulty, the people surrounding me never lost hope of reaching their destinations safely…we’ve kept holding on with our dear lives and our sanity…

Just as I thought that I am confident to cross this avenue turned river, the unexpected happened. Cramps! I had cramps in the middle of the waist-deep waters! I was a bit nervous but nevertheless someone heard my prayers…a container truck is managing itself to cross the flood who is bound for Pasay. Four of us rode the backside of the truck. I was still managing my cramps when I started to talk to one of my companions at the truck. She said, “Oo nga, ganito sa Makati! Sana hindi naman ganito ang buong bayan!” I laughed at her remarks. She still managed to create a satire in the middle of the catastrophe.

West Avenue Flooded, Quezon City, Philippines (Photo by: Wally Tiu - Reuters)

We were lucky, we reached Pasay City boundary. We thanked the manong driver. Sana dumami pa ang mga tulad nila!

5.20PM – I reached Pasay Buendia area and gearing towards LRT station. Hahaha! It was also flooded…but unlike Makati, their sidewalks are very uneven and we even took precaution over opened manholes that are existent in the area. And so we moved on.

LRT Buendia Station seems very fine but it was operating. Taft Avenue is another long Venetian canal. I heard that the flood waters stretched from Baclaran all the way to Lawton! That’s the whole length of the avenue!

Anyway, LRT came in at around 5.45PM already. It was jam-packed with drenched and tired people. Upon arriving EDSA Pasay Rotunda station, it was a disaster! Pasay Rotunda, the already chaotic junction of EDSA…was in its eerie silence of vehicular traffic. No wonder, it was also waist deep down there! Good thing MMDA constructed the elevated footbridges!

Pasay Rotunda was also in a virtual standstill. Vehicles cannot push through north bound. No wonder there are no north bound vehicles down at EDSA-Ayala! And so the walk to Baclaran resumes…

6.30PM. Heritage Hotel Area (EDSA corner Roxas Blvd). Upon reaching the area, there was a bus who is bound for Cavite…I thought it would be the end of our kalbaryo! I was already tired but still managing to keep up my spirits high. I paid for my fare our bus was full. Then off we go to Coastal Road.

Along the way, I was quite shocked that Roxas Boulevard and Macapagal Boulevard were also flooded. These areas are not flood-prone areas if I’m not mistaken.

By the time we’ve reached Coastal Mall, the bus turned left towards MIA Road. Macapagal Boulevard just at Marina Village and Sentosia Apartments are also flooded. What?! Those areas are not flood-prone areas and yet binaha pa rin sila?! With that thought plus the fact that the traffic was not moving more than 30 minutes, looks like this is no ordinary flooding of Metro Manila.

7.15PM. I said to manong konduktor, bababa na lang ako. Dami atang naglalakad. And so I did. I disembarked the bus and walked…and was shocked that Coastal Road was dark and virtually a parking lot for south bound vehicles and a runway for north bound vehicles. And as PEATC closed Coastal Road to vehicular traffic, pedestrian traffic became its major concessionaire. Zapote-Talaba, the southern end of Coastal Road, was reported to have been flooded as well. The already notorious traffic of Cavite has another culprit to blame…no, not CTMO, BTMO or Buhos…but literally, buhos or outpouring of flood waters!

7.30PM to 9PM I started walking at Coastal Road from MIA Road junction towards Cavite. Mass exodus of people walking in the darkness, with only their phones lighting up the dark Coastal Road…thank goodness the rain stopped a bit. But the thought of walking all the way to Cavite was unimaginable…not until yesterday!

It’s a good thing that I have people to talk with while walking in the dark. I was not alone. I think there were thousands who were going back to Cavite from Manila. The scene was eerie. It’s as if like Manila was bombarded by an invasion…the scenes of World War 2 were reminiscent as people left by the thousands. Para syang scene sa Independence Day or War of the Worlds!

By the time we’ve reached Longos Junction, traffic was at a virtual standstill. Fast flowing floods are consuming the “Talaba Bottleneck” to its knees…and I mean knee-deep fast flowing flood coming from Zapote. So we need to hang on to vehicles or anything. I reached Talaba-Evangelista Junction (Bacoor Bayan) and the way towards poblacion Bacoor was dark and turned into rapids…Finally I reached Cavite after an hour and a half of walking 6 kilometers of silence, darkness and standstill!

Saint Dominic junction as we call it. It was already 9PM and Tropical Hut was full to the brim…I’m exhausted and hungry. Yet I was still thinking of walking all the way home to Imus…about another 5 kilometers away from here. Aguinaldo Highway was a river of strong waters. Buses and trucks cannot push through because of the deep waters in Talaba-Niog-Panapaan area. By the looks of it, I cannot push through with going through Aguinaldo Highway. I bet its flooded all the way to SM City Bacoor…but that was just an estimate…I turned myself instead towards Molino Boulevard…at least there is a way there to our place.

Ortigas Extention flooded, Pasig City, Metro Manila (Photo by Erik de Castro - Reuters)

And as I crossed the fast-moving waters at the junction, I hanged on with my dear life. Never had I seen this place having deep waters! And at last, I crossed the last “river” and homeward bound. I was desperate; I even told myself if there would be a tricycle or a motorcycle that is willing to send me home at Imus or Bahayang Pag-Asa/Molino. But thank goodness, there is a jeepney bound for Paliparan! And from that point off, it was smooth…except the fact that I was hanging at the back of the jeepney.

9.45PM – I reached Bahayang Pag-asa and called in a tricycle bound to our subdivision in Imus. I was already tired and my body is aching all over. Manong Driver told me that some flood waters reached some areas in Imus and Molino. Areas that are not flood prone.

Finally, I reached home…safely! Wet and tired…I told my mother about the experience that never would I ever forget for the whole lifetime.

If Frank had my hometown devastated, Ondoy did the same for Manila. An event that most people here thought it only happens in other Philippine cities and provinces. The only thing that surfaces is the will to survive…and not only that…but to make happiness out of misery, a strong trait that we Pinoys are made of. There was no looting, no panic, and no kaartehan! There was only the will, the smiles that shone in the darkness and the bayanihan spirit, thought long dead in Manila.

Manila shines through and still gives her friendly grin, courage and care to her people still despite the wrath. And as of my journey, it wasn’t an ordinary one…but a reflection of me and of the society in which I am living with.