Dear Reader,
It’s been a while! Since my last update, the three IWU interns have become quite busy with both work and life on the farm. It’s quite easy here to unconsciously drift away from social media.
About two weeks ago we were invited to take part in one of MAD Travel’s more popular weekend trips, named Tribes and Treks. The trip takes place on the western coast of Luzon island, in a region called Zambales. This mountainous area is one of many in Luzon that are home to the Aeta, a group of indigenous Filipinos. They are thought to be some of the earliest inhabitants of the Philippines, and are unique in that they have mostly resisted Spanish influence during the extensive colonization period from the 16th through the 19th century. Today, they are known by the general population for living a more “primitive” lifestyle, and for possessing curlier hair and darker skin than many Filipinos.
The goal of MAD Travel’s involvement with one group of Aeta in Zambales is to assist with reforestation efforts, and to offer an additional source of income through tourism. These efforts are helping to combat the ill effects of climate change, deforestation, and exploitation by outsiders (a common scenario for indigenous peoples around the world). After a 6 hour drive to Zambales and a night spent in Circle Hostel—a partner of MAD Travel—we headed by jeepney (looks kind of like a bus, kind of like an aluminum limousine. Pretty unique to the Philippines) to the center of the Aeta’s town. We were then accompanied by several generous Aeta folks, one dog, and two carabaos (a type of water buffalo native to the Philippines) during the hike to the mountain village where we would be spending the afternoon.


This hike offered some of the most breathtaking views I have ever seen in person. It was almost funny to watch the Aeta stroll along effortlessly through the river, with the comfort and nonchalance of someone walking through their own backyard. Meanwhile the rest of us sloshed quite loudly upstream, necks craned upwards at the mountains that framed the valley. We were very much in luck that day—no rain, despite it being the middle of monsoon season in southeast Asia, and a swollen, crystalline river thanks to weeks of rain beforehand.


We stopped for a while to soak in the water.




Upon arrival at the entrance to the village, I learned that the mountains I had just spent the past two hours admiring are actually “dying”. It’s clear in photos that a large portion of most peaks are a very pale green—they’re missing the crucial forest cover that anchors down soil and regulates precipitation patterns. This is partly due to the eruption of Mount Pinatubo in 1991, which buried a large portion of Luzon in volcanic ash and effectively destroyed miles of forest. There is also concern in the area about destruction of forest for mining purposes. Since 1991, the Aeta have noticed more intense and unpredictable rain and flooding because of this. It made sense—just a few hours before we had taken an alternate hiking route to avoid the construction of a damn downstream. The construction of dams in southeast Asia is increasing as a dire need to control flooding has developed.
MAD Travel has helped to plant thousands of tree saplings to help heal the ailing ecosystem in Zambales. I was so glad to learn that a lot of effort is also put in by MAD Travel, the Aeta, and other involved parties to make sure that the planting is ecologically effective. There are many reforestation efforts around the world that consist of simply planting saplings without sufficient planning, and many of them will simply die. Successful reforestation efforts always pay attention to the reasons why a planted forest might not survive. There may not be pollinators present or the soil may be highly salinized, in addition to hundreds of other reasons.
Some photos from the planting:





After a lunch of chicken adobo (a Filipino classic, popular with Americans) and fried tilapia, we got to try out some native archery, which the Aeta men use to hunt wild boar.


We then had a dance party consisting of traditional Aeta performances, and my embarrassing attempts to demonstrate American dance moves.

It was a wonderful, too-short stay. It matched the length of some mainstream tourism experiences, but MAD Travel pushed it much deeper. It is tourism at the expense of nobody—we left nothing more than our footprints, and we gave some of our own energy towards a solution that is benefiting the Aeta.
Maybe we didn’t form lifelong friendships with the tribe—Richard (PhD guy) himself told me that there are twelve different levels of “connection” that one human must work through to become a part of a community they didn’t originally belong to. I don’t think we made it through too many of those levels that afternoon. That’s okay, though. We put our money in good hands and received an unforgettable experience in return. That is an impact you just won’t see with most mainstream tourist ventures.
If we’re making a list of tourism experiences that will help secure the future of the Philippines as a population and as a land, I believe this one certainly belongs on it.














