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It was  hot summer day when the people of Kadaclan went to Brgy. Chupac to witness the much awaited community gathering of the year, the Menaliyam Festival.

I consider myself lucky having attended this festival twice in a row. Now, this free-spirited girl is back again to her ili, this time, keeping in mind to take more pictures.

I have to apologize though, for the pictures I have is limited. I preferred to take video footages that’s why I only got a couple of still pictures. Rest assured that the video footages will be shown here soon.

Suit yourself!

Young and old alike, they all flocked to the gym to watch the most awaited festival

Kadaclan rice fields

The covered gym that shun away the stinging sunlight

Jaira concentrates on watching the cultural competition

The Barlig delegate during the Lang-ay festival also came to the community fest

Cute

Little Mr. and Miss Menaliyam

Lola Menaliyam, Mr. Menaliyam and Miss Menaliyam

Native bags (forgot the local term hehe)

Manuraw tako!

i-Kachakran beauty

'Ichi-id' (indigenous way of lighting up fire through the use of bamboo)

Another indigenous way of lighting up a fire through the use of shells

Barlig kids in their native attire

Fuayas locked in a commercial bottle

The sun shines at last.

My forefathers got calloused hands from your harsh earth. But you gave them bountiful harvet.

My forefathers had to fight for you. But you gave them existence.

My forefathers had to endure your ruthless storms and rains. But you gave them fortitude to survive.

My forefathers had to keep silent to appease you. But you gave them resilience to continue.

Kadaclan, I left you. But you gave me my identity.

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