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Tingloy

Last June 17-20, I went on an AIHO immersion to Tingloy, Batangas.

Tingloy is a 5th class municipality in Batangas province around 4km (45 min boat ride) away from the mainland Batangas.

Batangas province has 24/7 electricity from 3 major power plants and 4 major distributors.
And then there's Tingloy where electricity is only available for 12 hrs, from 12nn to 12 midnight everyday.

Batangas province has 18 established economic zones, 2 SM cities, and 16 other smaller commercial centers.
And then there's Tingloy where there is not even a single formal market.

Batangas province has 554km of national road and 514km of local road, paved and maintained well especially near election season.
And then there's Tingloy where roads only fit tricycles or motorcycles. Some barangays are still not accessible to any form of road at all and so walking is still the major form of transportation there.

Batangas province has 16 government hospitals and 60 private ones, of which at least 3 are Level 3.
And then there's Tingloy where there's only 1 RHU capable of primary care and patients with complicated emergencies and referrable cases are told "Itatawid ho natin yan ngayon ha."
And so they have to get a boat ride going to the mainland. Pero paano kung gabi na? Kung maalon? Kung walang makasabay? Kung walang makuhang bangka?

As you enter the province you'll be greeted by a big tarpaulin that says "Welcome to RICH Batangas!"
Yes I guess there's "rich" Batangas.
And then there's Tingloy.

















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