The Philippines is revelled with festivals all-year long. With each having its own unique theme providing different kinds of experiences. One of the most popular is Masskara festival, which is held every month of October for three weeks in the "city of smiles" Bacolod City.

Conceived from a series of tragedies and economid downturns, Masskara Festival became a rallying point for the locals to rebound, rejoice and get back on their feet. Typifying the Eraserheads' song "pag may problema ka magsuot ng maskara", wearing a mask, indeed brings forth a different outlook in life, helping one withstand everything by having a positive attitude and a go-forth bravado. 30 years later, the smiles took over despair in the city of Bacolod.

Bacolod is so much different from Manila, its pace of life does follow the consumerism-centered lifestyle in Manila. The vibe here is more relaxed and almost every thing you need are just around and exotic places are just a bus and ferry boat ride away. This is why travelers love visiting this part of the Philippines. It serves as an ideal base in the Visayas, where you can easily come and go to different locations, or stay and enjoy a quality life based not on material things but rather on close personal relationships.

I arrived at Bacolod on a rainy Friday afternoon, I was pretty sure typhoon Juan was intent on crashing the Masskara street party. I headed straight to Kareen's place upon arriving. Kareen is an avid backpacker who've been to Europe and many parts of Asia. She used to stay at friends who she met while on the road and also people from couchsurfing. Couchsurfing is like the facebook for travelers, where people host other travelers or couch surfs at people's places for a short time.

Couchsurfing's is a wonderful concept intent on bringing people from other parts of the world to connect and at the same time, cheapen the cost of traveling. 

Kareen was also hosting another backpacker from New Zealand (but is now based in Melbourne), Michelle. Just like Kareen, Michelle has ventured solo (meeting new/old friends along the way aside from gaining a gazillion of wonderful experiences) across Asia and Europe and is now on her 4th week in the Philippines. (she came to Bacolod by way of Dumaguete). The next day Obi, a German backpacker arrived from Iloilo, he too had a vast experience in traveling to many countries and by just by listening to their backpacking stories, I can't help but be inspired by what they've been doing. They are indeed "living" the most of their lives.

We went to Lacson street to watch the Electric Masskara parade on Friday night. There was a crowded street party spanning the long road and on the sidewalks, people sat drinking beers and eating Bacolod chicken inasal. Rock bands performing on makeshift stages added invited some to partake in a wild mosh-pit. It was a festive atmosphere and I was glad to have came to experience Masskara for the first time.

On Saturday, we went on a walking foodtrip in downtown Bacolod. As we waited for another Masskara street parade, I bonded with my Couchsurfing host and fellow guest over bottles of Red Horse and a plate of juicy lechon. Saturday night, we had dinner at the "Manokan Country" and had a sumptous chicken inasal meal. 

Lacson street was once again packed with Masskara merrymakers that night. With new friends in tow like Kareen and Michelle, we met a bunch of German backpackers and NGO workers based in Bacolod like, Joyjoy, April, Devine, John, Eric, Max, Obi. I also met up with old friends like Dee (who is based there) and Sheila who I bumped into in the street party.

We all deal and react differently when one is beset with a loss of a love one. Having our hearts torn by separation from someone we love deeply produces a sudden urge that unleashes a series of actions that bursts our inner rage into the world. In my case–I go with a few friends at Mogwai in Cubao X and just drink myself to half death. A son of a politician, after a fight with his celebrity girlfriend opted to fly to Hong Kong to have a a drug binge trip–well, we all knew how that one turned out.