Meeting the Mangyan Community |

After ethical committee approvals, travel approval, and many conversations…I found myself finally there in Southern Mindoro. Awakened by roosters and a new-age sound of Budots blaring from the market below me. It was 5 am, and the sun had just barely begun to rise. Today, I would finally meet the teachers. After jetting back and forth from Bucalalao to Panaytayan to Mansalay, we finally found the community on top of the market in Mansalay.

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