SPS will be holding its 2nd Arts-Science Festival in Malapascua Island, Cebu from May 11 to 15, 2014. The Festival teaches children and teens marine conservation through creative forms and promotes creativity and appreciation of nature outside the four walls of a standard classroom.
Join the fun and spend your summer with a dynamic team of sea lovers and give back to Mother Nature! We are looking for Cebu-based volunteers who can teach the following subjects to elementary and high school students:
2 volunteers for Marine Ecosystem
2 volunteers for Climate Change
1 volunteer for Hydrology
1 volunteer for a videographer
1 volunteer for Musical theatre
Volunteer teachers must:
- Submit their proposed 3-day syllabus and culminating activity to Project Manager Aphol de Vera at apholdevera[at]gmail[dot]com and savephseas[at]gmail.com by Thursday, March 20
- Have classroom management skills
- Contextualize lessons to fit the local setting (Malapascua or Cebu)
- Incorporate various interactive activities per session (e.g., games, fieldwork around the schools, experiments, group work)
- Conduct pre- and post-surveys to gauge knowledge and progress (Day 1 and 3)
- Assign an output (e.g., simple project, essay, etc.)
For good samaritans out there who would also like to join our cause but won’t be able to fit in the Festival’s schedule, we are also open to sponsors.
Should you have questions or suggestions, feel free to send us an email or contact us through our social media sites.
It makes me so happy to be surrounded by Philippine art. Ike and I are trying this one-local-gallery-a-month weekend date to get to know our art and artists better. We’ve done the Ayala Museum (twice), the Orlina Museum, Pinto Art Gallery, and this month we hit the Art Fair Philippines that was held in Ayala Center over the weekend :)
I am not a mountain person. Though I’ve had my share of mountain climbing and trekking (from Mt. Makiling to Mt. Fuji, about 90% of the time required because of a family trip/school/conference), I’d choose the beach and sea any day.
But I wanted to visit my friends/life coaches Tito Andrew and Tita Binggirl in Sagada so a trip to the north was due. The first and last time I went to Sagada was back in the early 2000s for a day trip from Banaue with my family. It didn’t take much convincing to go back because Tito Andrew and Tita B were setting up glamping (glamorous camping) operations. That way, I (and other, um, “premium adventurers” as my friend Pablo described me) would get the best of both worlds: the luxury of having a clean toilet and comfortable bed, and the sights and silence of the mountains.
While packing for it, I realized that I didn’t know what to pack, and that my choices were very limited. I had so many bikinis, loose dresses, and flip-flops — not the best options for 13-degree weather!
Tita B, her best friend Tita Tina, Ike, and I left Manila on the Victory Liner De Luxe Bus on Thursday night. The bus was clean, with a toilet, snacks, bottled water, and wifi. It only took 4 hours to Baguio, then we hung around in another bus terminal to get on the bus to Sagada. We got off in Bontoc to try our luck paragliding.
It turned out to be more like para-waiting because the weather wasn’t cooperating. I didn’t mind; I was in great company and I was able to take a nap on the hills.
While Manila turned into a parking lot from payday Friday Valentine’s Day, we spent that evening in front of a fireplace with wine and cheese. Trips far away from Manila during Valentine’s are highly recommended.
On Day 2, Ike and I got up before the sun did so we could watch the it rise above the Kiltepan Rice Terraces. We got there about an hour after the sun rose because of our slow and steady walking pace. Not knowing how far it was drove me crazy. At one point I morphed into my 8-year-old version, whining, “Are we there yet?” And just like my mom would say when I was 8, Ike would answer, “Three hours to go!” Ugh. Shouldn’t have told him about that.
Getting there late worked to our advantage because we had the view all to ourselves. When we were going up, everyone else was on their way down. We stayed there for about an hour, listening to Kaskade and Zedd. (I fell asleep at one point. You seeing the pattern here?)
After breakfast at the Yoghurt House (sarap!!!) and a quick trip back to the log cabin we were staying in, Ike and I headed to the Echo Valley and the Hanging Coffins. The trek was much shorter (I was also more psychologically prepared) and I didn’t fall asleep this time. The names of the sites are pretty straight forward: shout something in the Echo Valley and it shouts back, and the Hanging Coffins were, well, coffins that were hung to bring the deceased closer to the heavens. We overheard a tourist say he would shout “Hot pandesal!” in the Echo Valley. Lelz.
In the late afternoon, Ike, Tito Andrew, and I went back to Bontoc to see if it was flyable. Ike and I couldn’t paraglide because our tandem partner had already flown down, but we were happy to watch Tito Andrew anyway.
Day 3 was dedicated to going back to Manila—but not without seeing the Maligcong Rice Terraces of Bontoc. What makes this different from other rice terraces is its stone walls, which is supposed to make it more stable and resistant to erosion. Imagine the feat of bringing stones and cement up this place!
We wanted to see the terraces from a bird’s eye view, which I assumed would be through a view deck somewhere beside a parking lot. Tito Andrew, triathlete extraordinaire, had something else in mind. We ended up hiking (or actually more like huffing and puffing) all the way to the top.
The terraces were still brown, in preparation for planting season which is in a week.
Tita B and Tita T, bffs since 5th grade!The traditional cartwheel picture
Day 3 was again another failed attempt to paraglide. “You’re not meant to paraglide,” Tito Andrew said.
"It means we’re meant to come back," Ike replied.
And so we will, with more friends when glamping bed and breakfast is fully operational :)
If I could pursue another advocacy full-time (or maybe I’ll switch in the future, hmmmm), I’d love to go into public health and health promotions. I may not have followed my high school dream to become a doctor, but I still get really passionate (and angry) about healthcare issues in the Philippines, especially when it’s related to the environment (e.g., polluted air, lack of walkable cities, etc.) and the tobacco industry.