To Be Talaandig

Thanks to Facebook, I finally got the directions to the Talaandig village in Lantapan.  Forget about the zipline in Dahilayan, I was heading to Talaandig domain and double excited!

I had almost lost all hope in getting to the village as not even the Talaandig Cultural Village website had a “How To Get There” section.  It merely listed the location, Bgy. Songco, Lantapan.  I was thinking of just hopping on a bus to Songco then asking around there.  Then I remembered Waway Saway, the Talaandig musician, was my friend.  And doubly fortunate for me, he was online and gave me directions and the person to contact. I was just to hop on a jeep to Songco and tell the driver I was heading to Waway Saway’s place.

In the morning, asking around, I was pointed to large passenger jeep which was heading to Lantapan. I told the driver and a guy who seemed like the jeep conductor, that I was headed to Waway Saway’s place in Songco. They said they’d drop me off there.  I had already texted Balugto, the guy Waway told me to contact.

There were only about five of us and the jeep took off as I boarded it. We stopped to pick-up more passengers and cargo such as sacks of rice at Aglayan.  Past a couple of baranggays, we stopped at a large terminal and waited a bit for more people to get on board.  Large stretches of the road were still unpaved which made for a bumpy and dusty ride.  People were getting off at the different baranggays dotted with small wooden houses amidst fields and leafy yards.  Now and then, there would be a low-rise school building bearing the baranggay’s name. We passed a cemetery with raised crypts with a roofs over them.  It was my first time to see something like that.

As Mt. Kitanglad seemed to be getting nearer and nearer, I felt we were getting closer and closer to the village.  “We’ere nearly there, ” the conductor told me.  Two hours later since I boarded at the Malaybalay terminal, the jeepney came to a halt and the conductor told it was time to get off.  At the side of the road, a huge sign read, “Welcome.  You now in the heart of  Talaandig Ancestral Territory. Be cultural  conscious.”  I called Balugto and I was instructed to just follow the dirt road.

And there I sighted the village in the heart of Talaandig territory. I was met by long-haired Balugto and freezy-haired Raul.  I was led to a small house where huge canvasses of their unique soil paintings were displayed.  Some were still works-in-progress and I was told that a corn company had commissioned some of the works.

The Colors of the Earth

I was introduced to the others who were also painters and musicians like Soliman, a big guy also with long-hair who was working on a canvass for the corn company.  The house was like a studio where they created their soil painting.  It was really interesting how the Talaandig uses an age-old art tradition to create modern paintings.  I was astounded to learn that all the colors were natural pigments from the different colored soil they “harvest” from the slopes of Kitanglad.  The canvass is first primed to allow the pigments to bind it.  The soil is mixed with glue and a little water then viola! applied to the canvass. Once the work is done and the pigments have dried, an acrylic emulsion is painted over it to create a permanent finish.

RJ working on a painting

The paintings all had subjects that took on the Talaandig’s world view, philosophy, and understanding of the world.  These were interpreted in various ways, realistic, expressionist, and even surreal.  They were really nice and I especially liked the works of Raul, Waway Saway’s first student.  His paintings had a nice texture to it and his use of flowing lines create really fluid pictures.  At his house, Raul showed us more of his paintings.

Raul and one of his paintings

The spacious Hall of Peace had only a few paintings on display as much of the works were on exhibit elsewhere such as Cagayan de Oro, Malaybalay, and even Manila.  I bought a pack of postcards of their artworks as I couldn’t afford any of the real thing.  Though some of Raul’s works were just at Php 2,500 it still didn’t fit in my budget.  I would really love to own one, though.

The Sounds of the Earth

I had told Balugto in advanced that I was an anthropologist and ethnomusicologist so I was really keen on their music.  They led me to a house of young guy whose name I have forgotten. His house was still unfinished as the lower floor only had twigs and leaves as walls while a large blue sack served as the upper floor’s ceiling.  He was not only a really good flute player but a skilled sculptor too.  Beautiful incised designs decorated his flutes. One particular flute was covered with intricate designs that was a beauty to behold.  An innovator, he also had a lip-valley flute (pulalu) made out of a pvc pipe!

Playing the "pulalu"

Waway’s son, RJ joined us and he brought us to his house so I could see and listen to him play the kutyapi (2-stringed boat lute).  The instrument was made by Waway’s father and has been with the family for years.  It’s a beautiful piece made of hard wood with the tip shaped to resemble an animal.  The frets are attached by glue rather than the traditional beeswax to keep the frets intact as the last time the instrument traveled to Europe, the beeswax deteriorated.

RJ plays the "kutyapi"

Seated on a corner of the small house, RJ plays the kutyapi with his fingers deftly plucking the strings as his left hand travels along the frets.  One string plays out a continuous drone which is characteristic of 2-stringed lute music.  One piece that he plays, the others sing along to it.

He also leads me to an inner room where he shows me a video of him playing the guitar which he uploaded on youtube.  It’s his own music composition and boy does he know how to play the guitar!  The instrument is lying on its back and his left hand plucks the string the way a koto player would while a finger on the right hand taps the strings.  The music is beautiful.  He also plays videos of musical collaborations his father did with some foreign musicians from Culture of Harmony who stayed with them for a week.  There is a cellist and a guitarist and they play with Waway on the kutyapi and other Talaandig musicians including RJ and Balugto on the djimbe, African drums made by the Talaandig.

"Djimbe" jam

Unfortunately, except for the specimen I saw on the video, they had none of their traditional large double-headed drum to show me.  All they had were djimbe, some of which had thin metal membranes which were made for a specific market.  At one house, different sizes of the drum were on display and large ones were also at the art studio.  As I looked at the drums and even the carved flutes, I knew that I was with an indigenous group who were able to accept cultural materials from other cultures  at their own terms while they maintained theirs.  It was living proof that this was a culture that was going to survive the onslaught of modernization no matter what.

The tambeliling, a cross between the bowed 2-stringed lute (dayunday) and the plucked kutyapi invented by Waway was a most interesting instrument as it showed cultural innovation.  It could be bowed, plucked, and the body thumped like a drum. Unfortunately, RJ doesn’t know how to bow it. At a small shed outside the house, we listened to Soliman play the kubing (jaw’s harp).  The guys were really talented, except for Raul who doesn’t play, they not only paint but play as well.

Soliman tries out the "tambeliling"


We returned to the studio for lunch.  While Balugto cooked the freshly-dug gabi, I looked at some necklaces they made from the clay at Kitanglad.  The pendants were of important animals to the Talaandig such as the frog and the lizard.  They weren’t particularly beautiful but I bought some as a way of helping the community as they weren’t even asking for any donation.  The least I could do was buy some of the stuff they make such as the flutes if only to encourage them to keep their tradition.

One young girl caught my attention as she was dabbling on the canvass that Soliman had been working on earlier.  It was a commissioned work and they were all helping Waway finish it.  Raul said that she was from Cotabato and was like an adopted child of Waway.  She regularly comes to stay with them and as of that moment, had been there for two weeks learning their art.

Lunch was traditional Taalandig fare of boiled gabi and its stems cooked with soy sauce and eaten with rice.  Simple but delicious and nutritious.  The stems had the texture and taste of abalone mushrooms.

Living Tradition

It is amazing how the village continues to try to keep its intact culture.  On their own initiative, the people set-up the School of Living Traditions which teaches the younger generation their traditional music and dance.  Classes are held Monday to Fridays in the morning. Every month, the elders hold an elder-youth dialogue where the youth are taught the old ways.  The night before, they had just held a dialogue where they were taught how to read the stars and the skies.

It was almost three in the afternoon as I made my way to the bus stop by the highway accompanied by Raul, Balugto, and the girl from Cotabato.  I wish I could stay longer as they even asked me if I were staying overnight.

They invited me back on October 11-16 for Talaandig Day which was going to be really special this year as there was going to be a peace pact of different Mindanao “tribes” (their term) including the Maranaw and the Maguindanaon.  There was going to be lots of singing, dancing, and playing.  There would be lots of traditional food too that everyone can partake of.

When asked how everyone could fit in the village, they said, that there were lots of houses and people sometimes pitch tents.

Some of the houses have a small tree house in the yard

Earlier, Balugto explained to me that the artists build their own houses so they could accommodate guests who wish to learn more about their craft.  They’re actually quite famous having hosted even Korean school groups who stay for a couple of weeks to immerse themselves in Talaandig culture.  “After staying with us, the kids don’t want to leave anymore.  They call their parents asking for a visa extension or asking them if they could stay longer, ” Raul told me.    “It is the tradition of the Talaandig to welcome anyone.  If one wishes to stay with us, we would accept him.  He can stay as long as he want.  That’s why we are peaceful because it is in our character to be very accepting of everyone.”

As we sat by the wooden benches in the shed waiting for the rickety bus to Malaybalay, I knew what he said was true. I had only stayed a few hours with the Talaandig but I have felt so welcome.  Everyone was just so generous sharing what they had with me.

I know I will be back.

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5 thoughts on “To Be Talaandig

  1. Hi! Thank you for posting this! were the jeepneys stationed within Malaybalay City proper? Do you still remember how much the fare costed? Do I need to communicate with someone from the village before I can visit? My hubby and I are thinking of staying overnight in the Monastery, and then visit this village (any idea how far that is? or any other suggestions for lodging?) 🙂 Thanks again!

    • Hi Tina! Thank you for reading my post. I really enjoyed by day trip to the Talaandig village in Lantapan. The jeepneys are stationed in the Malaybalay bus and jeep terminal. Songco-bound jeepneys pass by the Talaandig village whose entrance is situated just by the roadside. Just tell any jeepney drivers at the situation that you are heading to the Talaandig village or to Waway Saway’s place in Lantapan. They will point you to the right jeep and the driver will tell you where to get off (there is a big welcome sign). Those were the same instructions given to me. The village was about an hour and a half from Malaybalay over fairly nice roads. Malaybalay is a sleepy capital city and I did see some little hotels. The village does not ask for anything for visiting them. They are peaceful and welcoming people and will be glad to show you around. They even fed me a trraditional Talaandig lunch of rootcrops and vegetables when I was there 🙂 You can buy some of their small oil paintings and other little stuff they make such as bracelets to help support the community. You may contact Balugto at 09263287899. Please say hi to him from me. Tell him it’s Earl, the bald guy, who was so interested in their music and musical instruments.

  2. Hi… just two minor corrections. The lip-valley flute is called pulala in Binukid, not pulalu. Waway mixed that up with another type of flute used by the Tigwahanon Manobo, because he was my guide when I went there. The traditional spike fiddle is called dayuday, not dayunday, and it has only one string.

    • Thank you Hans for the corrections 🙂 By the way, I have read your work on the Talaandig 🙂

  3. Mitzi Eguaras

    Hi Earl, thanks for this blog, so helpful. I’ve been searching the net for directions on how to get to the Talaandig Tribe. My friends and I are going there this November. By the way, we would like to try soil painting so if we stay there for a day or two, how much would it cost us? thanks!

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