Although pulburon, or sandstorm, or desert storm (whichever way you call it) causes annoyance by showering us with irritating dust, dirtying our accommodations and leaving behind mounds of earth materials on our surroundings, it has its favorable effect on us, nevertheless.
Actually, the people here, particularly the Pinoy craftsmen slaving in the industrial areas, always feel glad with the occasional sandstorm occurrences for they know a pleasant weather condition will emerge the following day.
I don’t know about the science behind this phenomenon but this is really what happens in my nearly seven years of existence here in the Libyan desert. A changing weather pattern caused significantly by the intermittent occurrence of sandstorms.
This means rising temperature will be reversed in the process resulting to an atmosphere as pleasurable as what you might feel when having a walk by the Caliraya lakeside next to the spillway or when having a stroll and smell of fresh air atop the peak of the Japanese garden in Talaongan. Or indeed when trekking that stretch of dirt road from Patahan in Luisiana to Patola and then all the way to Calminue in the highlands of barangay Cansuso in Cavinti, Laguna. (The names of places mentioned here are some of the scenic spots in my province in the Philippines).
Here in Ghani field, most of the Pinoys subcontracted to Veba (the oil company) work in the open areas among the heat-emitting machineries and gigantic oil storage tanks or out there in the oil rigs where they are exposed under the blistering sun. So the sudden drop in temperature is a welcome relief to them.
Before I end this piece, let me just say that my personal association with such words as sandstorm, Sahara desert, Libya, Africa, Mediterranean, Tripoli, Benghazi, etc. actually began when I was in Grade Six, when we were being exposed to the world and its many places of interest through our Social Studies subject under Mrs. Dalisay Delos Santos.
These words bring back memories of the amusing and informative daily guessing games which Mrs. Delos Santos would engage us in. We would trade questions about countries, the US’ 50 states, capitals, US’s Presidents, etc., and in every occasion my male classmate Rolinel Benerayan (now lives in Britain) would pester my female classmate Frecie Lubuguin (now lives in US) by singling her out to answer the same question over and over again throughout the school-year. That was fun then.
Well, have to end it here for now. It’s time to catch the live telecast of Nadal’s playing against Nalbanian on Madrid Masters. (Note: This blog entry was written and initially posted in my friendster blog a month ago).
Actually, the people here, particularly the Pinoy craftsmen slaving in the industrial areas, always feel glad with the occasional sandstorm occurrences for they know a pleasant weather condition will emerge the following day.
I don’t know about the science behind this phenomenon but this is really what happens in my nearly seven years of existence here in the Libyan desert. A changing weather pattern caused significantly by the intermittent occurrence of sandstorms.
This means rising temperature will be reversed in the process resulting to an atmosphere as pleasurable as what you might feel when having a walk by the Caliraya lakeside next to the spillway or when having a stroll and smell of fresh air atop the peak of the Japanese garden in Talaongan. Or indeed when trekking that stretch of dirt road from Patahan in Luisiana to Patola and then all the way to Calminue in the highlands of barangay Cansuso in Cavinti, Laguna. (The names of places mentioned here are some of the scenic spots in my province in the Philippines).
Here in Ghani field, most of the Pinoys subcontracted to Veba (the oil company) work in the open areas among the heat-emitting machineries and gigantic oil storage tanks or out there in the oil rigs where they are exposed under the blistering sun. So the sudden drop in temperature is a welcome relief to them.
Before I end this piece, let me just say that my personal association with such words as sandstorm, Sahara desert, Libya, Africa, Mediterranean, Tripoli, Benghazi, etc. actually began when I was in Grade Six, when we were being exposed to the world and its many places of interest through our Social Studies subject under Mrs. Dalisay Delos Santos.
These words bring back memories of the amusing and informative daily guessing games which Mrs. Delos Santos would engage us in. We would trade questions about countries, the US’ 50 states, capitals, US’s Presidents, etc., and in every occasion my male classmate Rolinel Benerayan (now lives in Britain) would pester my female classmate Frecie Lubuguin (now lives in US) by singling her out to answer the same question over and over again throughout the school-year. That was fun then.
Well, have to end it here for now. It’s time to catch the live telecast of Nadal’s playing against Nalbanian on Madrid Masters. (Note: This blog entry was written and initially posted in my friendster blog a month ago).
1 comment:
Benos Dias Senor,
Very good obviously Mr Abdulghani is not keeping you busy enough.
The one question I have is, did all the children in your class have the opportunity to go under Mrs -- the teacher? or was this a privilege set a side for young master Bong as it was.
Sorry to here your stuck for Christmas again in Ghani. We have a few Filipinos on this project (www.YLNG.com) unfortunately two weeks ago one decided to take his own life. Why we don't know, only he could explain what became so dire that needed him to end it all!
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