Even Photojournalists took time to have a photo-op with the cute munchkins
performing in the parade.
As the excitement of the day wore down, the street party was just beginning. Alcoholic Drinks and street-food stalls started popping up all around. You could mix your own cocktail for a cheap price, eat traditional street foods like fried fish balls (not what you're thinking), kwek-kwek (hard boiled eggs dipped in an orange-colored batter, fried and served with seaweed and spicy vinegar. Sounds weird? Maybe...but it tastes good), Balut (the infamous Filipino aphrodisiac or better known as duck egg w/ embryo -now this one is nasty) and other such goodies lined the streets. And of course, you couldn't have a party without good old San Miguel Beer. My friends and I started running down the streets joining the winding parade, dancing and drinking like lunatics and having a grand old time. The best part about this event was, everyone was very respectful of each other. There were no riots nor fistfights. Most of the revelry was done in a mannerly fashion. The performers were so happy to have their pictures taken. It was good vibes all the way. They even encouraged people on the sidelines to come join the parade toward the finale.
Ryan getting some lipstick on him. Kissy-kissy!
Love your shirt, Sabine!
While everyone ran amok (others in their bare feet) in the streets harassing the performers, Orange organized a dinner buffet for everyone. And there I thought, she was trying to pick-up one of the tourists with her suggestive note. Hahaha...kidding, Orange. She patiently waited for everyone to get the munchies before gathering all the peeps into a Japanese style-tour; waving her umbrella up toward the sky while weaving through the crowded and now littered streets of Cebu. Make sure you keep an eye out for that girl with the huge umbrella. Follow where she goes, and you'll reach the cheapest buffet in Cebu City. Her suggestion didn't disappoint. Everyone was so hungry from the day's festivities, that we tore through that buffet selection like wild animals. Some even washed their feet in the hand washing stations...(for shame, nasty bunch!). Neither that disgusting move nor the sweaty, smelly tourists deterred us from acquiring our dinner. Once everyone settled on the table, we literally gulped down the foods on our plate (shame on us for eating like savages). But we were really, really hungry! Especially me. By that point, I was so hungry and cranky, I growled at Dutch-boy for taking my seat, drinking my juice, and picking a piece of chicken off my plate. Hello???!!! Seriously dude, you don't mess with a hungry, cranky Filipina like that. No, no, no! That just ain't right. You could get your balls fried and fed to you for pulling a stunt like that. But after having our dinner safely settled in our bellies, it was all good vibes again. I even forgave Dutch-boy.
After a long day of excitement. The night finally came to a close. And just as it started with the thunderous sound of drums, it ended with a bang of fireworks.