Showing posts with label Janiuay. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Janiuay. Show all posts

Saturday, February 25, 2017

ILOILO: The Heart of the Philippines

The main reason why I want to go to this province is to visit the UNESCO-listed heritage church in Miag-ao. I feared that if I don't visit sooner, another earthquake in Bohol might level these historic churches and it's too late for me. Then a piso fare from an airline last week of January 2015 brought me to this Western Visayan itinerary.

Iloilo province is the glory of Region VI where it occupies most of the Panay island. Old rich families flourished in its city capital where religious, commercial, and administrative centers are within its vicinity.

On my three-day stay at Panay Island, I visited the Iloilo towns of San Joaquin, Miagao, Janiuay and the premier Iloilo City.

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Monday, August 1, 2016

The Agricultural Town of Janiuay

After a leisurely walk at the beautiful Iloilo Promenade, we hailed a jeepney back to SM Iloilo to ride another one but this time, going to my friend’s hometown of Janiuay.


This town is known for cultivation of rice, corn, sugar, copra, coffee, banana, abaca fiber, fowls (and gamefowls), goat and cattle raising as the main sources of livelihood. Verdant mountains and great rivers of Suage and Magapa nurture the plains of Janiuay.

Aside from being a main agricultural town, Janiuay takes pride of its two famous heritage structures: the Catholic Church and the cemetery a kilometer away from town center.

We alighted at the at the town center before the main junction. I left my things at my friend’s house and started to walk toward the church’s ruins.

Saint Julian of Cuenca Parish is a heritage church made of sandstone, limestone and bricks that stand prominently adjacent to town plaza. It used to be a large church but was destroyed on World War II. The ruins of monastery attached to main nave of old church was made a meeting hall for church officials. Half of the brick belfry was still attached to old monastery ruin, and my friend told me that it was turned to a prayer hall. An-all new structure was built beside it.

Lea June, my friend, told me a story about Saint Julian as to why he was chosen as the patron of their town. It turned out that he was the patron saint of basket-weavers and provoking rain. The connection between the two signifies that rain is needed for crops to grow and baskets to use for harvesting them. Amazing!
St. Julian of Cuenca holding a crosier at right hand, wearing a mitre, and a basket on the left hand.

I took a picture of the old town hall and the plaza. Since it was getting dark already, we went back to their house to have a dinner of grilled chicken Visayan-style (brushed with achuete oil) and some Ilonggo dishes. Her mom is a great cook.


Someday I would visit the cemetery when I get back here. I bid farewell to them as I rode on a tricycle leading me to bus stop in Pototan.