Today, the family awoke early and got ready to leave for Tondo, Manila to attend the fiesta celebrations there. Their fiesta is usually held on the third Sunday of January, much the same as Cebu’s Sinulog fiesta since they both have the same patron – the Santo Niño.
It was a bit difficult getting there which is why we opted to leave early to steer clear of traffic areas and get there with ample time to park the vehicle. But sad to say, the house rented by our pamangkin (who lives there and works as a vendor at Divisoria) was situated within a tiny eskinita and so we had no choice but park in the corner and walk the rest of the way to their house.
The fiesta itself was uneventful, we were too far away from the city proper to view the parades and see the street festivities – we just stayed inside the house and ate delicious fiesta fare prepared by no other than Ditse who slaved all day yesterday and today to cook menudo, afritada, fried chicken, among others… what made our stay memorable was what happened afterwards, in the afternoon, just as we were getting ready to leave.
We were standing outside the house, trying to walk off the numerous pounds we just gorged into our bodies when suddenly a commotion occurred and many people were seen hurrying inside their homes and so without asking what and why, we just followed suit. It was much later when we found out from neighbors (and from Jun and Rely who were outside at the time) that a stabbing incident occurred at the street corner and the suspect with a knife ran inwards, to the street where we were situated and hid somewhere in the inner side streets of the place…thankfully, the suspect did not harm anybody else. The FX we left at the corner even had traces of blood…eeew! I guess that was more than enough to shake all of us up and after awhile we decided to leave lest it become dark soon and God knows what else would happen once nightfall happens… hopefully, this would be the last time we would attend such an event in this place.
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