one peculiar thing, which i think is also unique here in my city, is the harmonious relationship between a monkey and a crocodile living in the same cage.
the day i went diving, we also visited carlo yusepeng's farm situated somewhere in our city. the old man, now in a wheelchair, is a genius. he specializes in cross-breeding just about every kind of fruit trees. there's his sweet camias, calamansi with edible skin, all variants of apple with given initials NPA (the most unforgettable meaning being No Problem Apple), crunchy langka with edible skin, and all other sorts of new species of fruit trees with strange names. when we toured his farm, we also saw his would-be permanent resting place being built. the people working on it explained that mr. yusepeng wishes to be with his beloved plants when dies than be buried in a cemetery.
aside from fruit trees, there are also exotic animals in his garden such as bayawak, which the caretaker said is missing that day; a foreign and a philippine crocodile in the same murky pool; a weird-looking primate with sharp teeth; a monkey and a large crocodile living in the same cage; and a 14-foot python whose body is waaaay thicker than my thighs.
so back to the monkey and crocodile. we were all astounded upon seeing the two being the best of buddies. we asked the people in the farm whether the crocodile is alive, coz we were wondering why the crocodile doesn't see the money as one big yummy, juicy prey. to prove that the crocodile is indeed alive, one caretaker tried to aggravate the crocodile by poking its leathery, humongous body with a big stick. the crocodile suddenly jerked and reacted violently. just then, the monkey rushed to the side of the cage where the stick was in defense of the crocodile. we were really surprised because the monkey tried to protect the crocodile by trying to get hold of the stick and screeching loudly as if scolding the man who poked the crocodile. then we asked mr yusepeng for an explanation of such a behavior of his pets. while some of us were reminsicing the folk tale about a monkey on a crocodile's back, he told us he just wanted to prove that he is a great teacher by being able to discipline a monkey and a crocodile to be able to live together inside a cage harmoniously. then my mother commented "Mabuti pa ang hayop hindi nag-aaway, pero ang tao puro away."
then we went to see the python. mr yusepeng offered to let the slithering reptile rest on our shoulders for photo-taking. we gracefully declined through our forced smiles and gritted teeth. about three men carried the python to help it out of its cage, and as it was crawling on the dusty floor, we were all naturally jumping about to avoid the snake's head. mr yusepeng held the snake's head in his arms as a part of its body rested on the arms of his wheelchair during the photo-taking. we all tried to touch the python and proved to ourselves that snakes are indeed cold blooded creatures.
so there. i just thought our trip to mr yusepeng's farm is something blogworthy.
the day i went diving, we also visited carlo yusepeng's farm situated somewhere in our city. the old man, now in a wheelchair, is a genius. he specializes in cross-breeding just about every kind of fruit trees. there's his sweet camias, calamansi with edible skin, all variants of apple with given initials NPA (the most unforgettable meaning being No Problem Apple), crunchy langka with edible skin, and all other sorts of new species of fruit trees with strange names. when we toured his farm, we also saw his would-be permanent resting place being built. the people working on it explained that mr. yusepeng wishes to be with his beloved plants when dies than be buried in a cemetery.
aside from fruit trees, there are also exotic animals in his garden such as bayawak, which the caretaker said is missing that day; a foreign and a philippine crocodile in the same murky pool; a weird-looking primate with sharp teeth; a monkey and a large crocodile living in the same cage; and a 14-foot python whose body is waaaay thicker than my thighs.
so back to the monkey and crocodile. we were all astounded upon seeing the two being the best of buddies. we asked the people in the farm whether the crocodile is alive, coz we were wondering why the crocodile doesn't see the money as one big yummy, juicy prey. to prove that the crocodile is indeed alive, one caretaker tried to aggravate the crocodile by poking its leathery, humongous body with a big stick. the crocodile suddenly jerked and reacted violently. just then, the monkey rushed to the side of the cage where the stick was in defense of the crocodile. we were really surprised because the monkey tried to protect the crocodile by trying to get hold of the stick and screeching loudly as if scolding the man who poked the crocodile. then we asked mr yusepeng for an explanation of such a behavior of his pets. while some of us were reminsicing the folk tale about a monkey on a crocodile's back, he told us he just wanted to prove that he is a great teacher by being able to discipline a monkey and a crocodile to be able to live together inside a cage harmoniously. then my mother commented "Mabuti pa ang hayop hindi nag-aaway, pero ang tao puro away."
then we went to see the python. mr yusepeng offered to let the slithering reptile rest on our shoulders for photo-taking. we gracefully declined through our forced smiles and gritted teeth. about three men carried the python to help it out of its cage, and as it was crawling on the dusty floor, we were all naturally jumping about to avoid the snake's head. mr yusepeng held the snake's head in his arms as a part of its body rested on the arms of his wheelchair during the photo-taking. we all tried to touch the python and proved to ourselves that snakes are indeed cold blooded creatures.
so there. i just thought our trip to mr yusepeng's farm is something blogworthy.
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