With my classmate Arian, the youngest barangay councilor in the city and perhaps in the country, I jogged almost a kilometer trying to capture for posterity the Marbeleño Mardi Gras (Marbeleño refers to the people of Marbel, Koronadal's old but still popular name).
Our mini-marathon did not produce good results, though. My pictures were a mess and we were only able to witness a small part of the night-time street dancing.
Dancers waiting for their turn in front KCC Mall
When Arian and I got out of the school, at about 6:45 pm, we saw the tail of the parade. We ran towards it. I kept trying to get a perfect picture but I was met with every kind of problem: the light in the lamp post was too glaring, the dancers were just walking straight, or the street was too crowded.
Before we knew it, we were near the roundball, at pace with the first dance troupe. When all the competing groups had passed, we whiled away the hours at the roundball, chatting beside the water fountain.We later noticed that the people were crowding in the street in front of KCC Mall, where, we found out, the street dancers would have a mass demonstration. When Arian and I got there, all we could see were the heads and shoulders of the people in front us.
Still, our moods weren’t spoiled. We laughed at how crazy we must have looked running the long stretch of Alunan Avenue. And we had a chance to share stories, which we haven’t had for quite some time.
2 comments:
Kami nakita ged namon ni Jomar clearly...
Maayo pa mo. Ako katong nagtext sa inyuha nga murag naa pa sa atubang sa KCC Mall unya ako pa katong way nakakita. Malas hehe!
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