Iglesia ni Cristo church (Tagalog for Church of Christ). Most large towns had a church in exactly this style. Iglesia ni Cristo is a Philippines-orginated religion.
Between us and Iloilo (where we would catch a ferry to Bacolod) there was a really big range of hills, so we decided to catch a bus to the top of the range (at the Antique/Iloilo boundary) - leaving us with a big roll down a hill and a 75km ride to Iloilo.
Descending the hills towards Miagao - an awesome ride through jungle and small villages.
The valley at the bottom took us through terraced rice paddies and down to the coast.
Mausoleum and cemetery at San Jaoquin.
A corridor of graves.
Bridge repairs!
While I was taking the photo of the bridge repairs, this guy came up to me and pointed down the road to Hana. 'Your wife?' he asked. 'Ah yep.' I replied. 'How many children?' (I was used to this question by now) 'Um, none ... yet.' (Look of absolute bewilderment on his face). 'But no children? That is your wife yes? So old ... when will you have children?', 'Well we're busy seeing the world and having adventures'. (Shakes his head, and smiles).
Keen!
The road to Iloilo was smooth and fast, flowing along the coast. We were heads-down and pushing along - not wanting to miss our ferry. It was mostly an uneventful run, except for the unfortunate chicken that ran under Hana's back wheel. It made a strange, stilted squawk as 80-odd kilos went over it.
Single cigarettes for sale.
Outskirts of Iloilo, late afternoon.
Abandoned, rusting hulks in the river port. Iloilo. We made the ferry with about 30 minutes to spare and after the confusing process of buying tickets for ourselves and our bikes we were soon on our way to Bacolod - the largest city of our next island.
We arrived in Bacolod early in the evening, found a spot to stay downtown and then got a tricycle to this amazing japanese restaurant in the nice part of town. 'Sleep cheap, eat heaps' might become our adage. I took this while were biking along looking for the right (numerically named) street. Our apparently illiterate tricycle driver had no clue (or couldn't count) - we had to keep telling him to go further.
Poor little chicken… I didn’t want to see what it looked like after getting seriously squashed so started pedalling even faster and called back to Mark not to stop!
The church is not a Catholic church, it’s a church for a religion which was originated here in Philippines called “Iglesia ni Cristo” (tagalog for Church of Christ). For more info of what i’m saying, visit the link below
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iglesia_ni_Cristo
Thanks for the info Melven. I appreciate the correction.