A Curious Dilemma in Baguio City
by Paul Brownlee
When an
American tourist complained to the Baguio City Government about how offended she
was due to certain artifacts being sold throughout their hundreds of market
stalls, it produced an extraordinary general assembly. What, they asked, should
be done about the proliferation of carved wooden phallic symbols blighting
visitor perceptions of their town?
Baguio
City, also known as the City of Pines, is situated amidst the mountainous
Cordillera region and is regarded as the summer capital of the Philippines.
At
over 5,000 feet above sea level and 155 miles north of Manila, it basks during
November to May in a cool, temperate climate, as much as 8 degrees less than the
lowlands which stew in a stifling heat. Bestowed with a variety of cultural,
historical and scenic attractions, it is a destination to equally satisfy and
challenge the most demanding traveler.
Within
this tropical nation, Baguio is the best source of highland vegetables such as
lettuce and broccoli, cauliflower and carrots, potatoes, cabbages and asparagus.
They are produced locally from the different Cordillera provinces and sold at
the huge and very popular city market. The wide variety of produce on offer,
together with the sounds, smells and colors of this vibrant shopping
extravaganza makes the rather arduous task of getting to Baguio pale in
significance. Combine this with a stroll around some of the world's finest
strawberry fields and you'll know what having your head in the clouds is really
about.
Baguio is
a city of style, culture and sophistication. Created by the Americans in 1901 on
the site of the Ibaloi tribal village of Kafagway, it is a testament to town
planning that defies convention. The serpentine and infamous Kennon Road is not
for the feint hearted. Built between 1903 and 1905, it is not the only way to
reach Baguio, but it is by far the most scenic and hair-raising one. So, if you
enjoy roller-coaster rides, then this is the route for you. Presuming you
have a breath left in your body after you arrive, prepare for it to be taken
away once you see the vibrancy, confidence, and excitement of this remarkable
city in the sky.
"Enough of all this, you say,
what about the phallic symbols?"
Enough of
all this, you say, what about the phallic symbols? Ah yes! I'm glad you brought
me back to that. For many years, a certain curio has been one of the most
popular souvenir in the Philippines. Found in any gift shop, and even at
airports, this diminutive wood carving of a Cordilleran tribesman attracts
utmost interest. He stands upright and proud in a barrel, which the unsuspecting
punter cannot resist lifting, whence immediately the little chap's manhood
springs into action. At half the length of his body, his member stands as erect
as a horizontal flagpole overdosed on Viagra. How many of these well endowed
little folk are scattered around the world is anyone's guess, and their
popularity is undoubtedly due to the novelty factor.
Sometime
during the last thirty years, the wood carvers of Baguio experienced some warped
logic. "Let's remove the little man and his barrel, and just carve the
appendage!" So successful was their manufacture that popular opinion,
erroneously, contributed to the belief that they were made by the indigenous mountain tribes which
still inhabit the landscape. There's no denying that such symbols of virility
are commonplace amongst ancient peoples, but this particular one's appearance is
purely driven commercially. The problem over time became the ever increasing
size!
"The problem over time became
the ever increasing size!"
It cannot
be denied, subject to your point of view, that they are carved to perfection.
Some are small enough to attach to a key ring and others large enough to shame
a thoroughbred stallion. Immaculately smoothed and polished, they are an impulse
purchase, when little thought is given to the inevitable question of who the
recipient will be. After all, it's hardly something to give to your Grandmother
as a reminder of your visit! Furthermore, where are you going to pack it, and
would you really want it scanned in your hand-carry when passing through airport
security?
So what
then are the noble burghers of Baguio to do? As of yet, little action has been
implemented. In fact, there now seems to be even more of these souvenirs
available than ever before, especially the key chains which hang in
bunches everywhere like grapes on a vine. If the issue is simply about supply and demand,
then this is one pert little product which clearly stands up to
scrutiny.
© 2008 Paul Brownlee


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