On Saturday night, my sister and I took a jeepney down to Olongapo City “proper” (a.k.a. the heart of the city). From the jeepney transfer station we took a trike down to a small dive-like bar where a small reggae cover band was playing. The place actually reminded me of my favorite college bar- The Joynt. As we were listening, singing, relaxing and enjoying a Red Horse, suddenly the cool, tranquil atmosphere of the bar went black. It was my first blackout.
The entire street was out, and unlike the U.S., generators are practically non-existent. Despite my dazed bewilderment, time for the blackout veterans continued on. Soon, the band members turned on their phones and we all entered mock “rave” mode. People flickered the lights on and off from their phones creating a facade of strobe lights bouncing against the walls. So as we rocked back and forth to the pulsing lights from our cellphones and the beat boxing band, workers circled around the sidelines to light candles.
And the show went on.