Warm greetings from Dubai, UAE! I’m here with hubby and mom for a much awaited month-long visit to my sister and her family.
Before I left Manila, I knew that there was little chance that I could do Arnis here and I felt bad about it. Upon arriving here and amidst the hustle and bustle, I didn’t think of Arnis…for two days.
On the third day, I started to mope around missing my sticks. I tried to do empty hand exercises and they were nice but I missed the feel of those weapons in my hands. I missed doing the sinawalis, redondas, and strikes. I missed hearing those marvelous sounds they make when they slice through the air and strike each other. Most of all, I craved for that after-session muscle ache they always give me… Divine.
I became so cheesy that I sent this thought across the globe to my sticks:
Then I saw my 12-year old nephew and 8-year old niece playfully hitting each other with their socks. A lightbulb suddenly lit in my brain! Of course! How could I forget? Ordinary items can be improvised weapons. In Arnis I can use ANYTHING and EVERYTHING as weapons. That’s one of the reasons why I adore Arnis!
Oh yes, yes, yes.
Thank you for that most amazing reminder. It cements my belief that Arnis is so relevant and workable.
So I borrowed the socks. They felt like short whips and getting hit with them were also painful. Arnis also has whips and it was good that I somehow got to try how they moved. Oh, the feel of having weapons, delicious! Then I also got a knife and a fork, and then keys. Weapons were everywhere!
After a while, I saw something wonderful… my nephew’s drum sticks!
THANK GOD, I have sticks!
Sure drum sticks only measure 15 inches but still, they’re sticks and they’re fantastic.
So here’s my obligatory Dubai tourist photo. The Burj al Arab with me… and my sticks.
I’m happy now.
I hope everything is well with you too, my friends.
The Filipino whip Latigo / Bill Lowery/ FMA Informative Magazine, 2013