Deadliest Journeys – Philippines

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Every day somewhere in the world, normal people risk
their lives just getting from A to B. In far off countries and isolated forgotten villages, our camera crews follow the journeys of those brave enough to travel in the
world’s toughest, most dangerous and deadly roads. Buckle up for a hell ride. This is Deadliest Journeys. The Head Hunters Road, or Kalinga is aptly
named, considering all the lives this road has claimed. It said the spirits of the mountain
still have a taste for human heads. Christopher and his gang face the same
struggle against the mountain every day. Their job is to remove the thousands of cubic meters of rocks blocking the road in record time. So every night we move. Further down the valley lies
the town of Bontoc. It has no airport or railway station. The road is vital for its inhabitants. If the Kalinga is blocked,
the entire region is paralyzed. And even this lady ‘s
Snake Bone Charms are powerless. The only means of transport in
town are these peculiar, customized tricycles. For longer distances, a four wheel
drive or a bus is needed. For passengers, it’s a challenging
journey, to say the least. Bus 532 with 20 years of service is about to leave one of the most dangerous roads in the Philippines on the island of Luzon. It relays Bontoc to the regional capital of
Tabuk, to the north through the Cordillera mountains. A tough road. It’s been under construction
for nearly a century. But it still looks like a dirt track. It takes almost a day if all
goes well to travel, it’s 55 miles. The buses are usually owned by the
drivers themselves to maximize their return. They have no qualms about
putting passengers on the roof. The roof passengers get half price deal since they’ll be risking their lives on the journey. These guys must remain alert and hold on
tight to avoid being thrown off or electrocuted. Every time he takes on the mountain Ed the
driver prays for a safe drive on this deadly road. Terrible accidents have made this road infamous. Mudslides have swept buses
into ravines, killing dozens. The rain season has just begun
too, which hardly reassures the passengers. But the travelers have a guardian
angel to watch over them. Fernando, the assistant driver, scrutinizes the mountain and at the first sign of movement, he stops the bus. To save some time, passenger lends him a hand. On this arduous road, Fernando always
has his work cut out. The roads, other dangers of a deep ruts that caused the bus to jolt and shake nonstop, that could flip the bus at any time. Being the guardian angel of the Kalinga route means
working like a slave and being paid a pittance. A battle between machines and the mountain thathas gone on for almost a century. Despite their best efforts, Christopher and his team failed to clear the road in time. The bus will remain stopped for hours. At the moment, it rains almost six hours a day. Water weakens the mountain and
slows down the workers. The slightest mistake can lead
to another tragic accident. Here man tries to live in harmony with the mountain with mutual respect. Even in death. Some tribes will not even dig into his bowels to bury their dead, so they
attach the corpses to the side of the mountain. As high as possible and as close
to paradise as they can reach. And before the eternal rest, the tired soul
can take a break on these chairs. Of the 45 miles and five hours,
the bus finally arrives at Tting Land. Some of the passengers are
preparing for new ordeal. The village is another seven miles away
up in the mountains to get there. The only choice is to take a
wild ride home when a motorcycle taxi. And the old bikes
are usually totally overloaded. Rode bikes with slick tires on dirt tracks
equals forty five minutes of anxiety for the passengers. Stones, cracks, rocks at any moment. These guys could stack. Tognetti. Yet without the motorbikes, it would be a four
hour state climb to that village. Uh, but by no means yes. I mean, you’re not gonna make it. Oh, we’re gonna make, uh, record. But that’s a familiar recipe
specifically for the program. And I let tell why she made you. Yeah. Yeah. Uh, yeah. Mr.. They sued the bikers
and around eight thousand pesos per month. But not everyone is cut out
to be the daredevil Boyka. Here, the only flat area is the village square, and
it serves as a training ground for the new motorcycle taxi recruits. Jeffrey? He used to be a farmer, has been trying
to master this motorcycle and a pair of flip flops and without a helmet. Watari, the trainer, does not seem worried. No drawn Marcus mcavan second, Ibar can make a move on mortara to do
the naming and Mr Newman Pitroda. Sorry, the instructor life
balance can be learned. Only one wife on the mountain roads, LaFell. Yeah. Um, I like that too. And then made that for you. Uh, no, I’m not. I’m not that much. You didn’t come in time. Okay. Let’s go straight then. Sheila, my Gresham from the. Oh, yeah. You have a month week. Okay. I just had to show you something. Jeffrey Small is a little premature. He knows that the dissent will be much riskier. Fine. I did. You can do that in that kind
of detail in grabbing me out of the car. Supine. Uh, Jiffy Lube Lube. He had a room. Mirotic and I knew Perino’s that he got it all. So I have to go home. So much of it. Backing up on what I say have fallen. Superorganism I heard that she wanted
to get her ticket cut. Back in the valley, the
bus continues its route. They’ve been on the road for more than six hours
and are still a long way from to book their final destination. After the 10 instead of six hours, the
bus is finally back on a concrete road. It’s the end of a long, eventful journey. At the driver, Fernando, it’s
now the moment of truth. At the drive is very disappointed. The bus is now half empty. They won’t be making much money this on. The book is crowded today at the Driver suggests
we check out a strange character that’s in town for the weekend. You know, you might need a hobby. By. Under a makeshift tent, hundreds of
people listen religiously to this man. He’s revered as a saint. His name is Santino. In this deeply Catholic country, people come far
and wide for his powers to heal. It’s always the same ritual
before receiving the miraculous treatment. Men and women are separated. The men must take off their shirts
assistance, then hand out free cups filled with water from a magical spring. This is the first step. The
purification of the inner body. Something of a deep. And then the second step is the mystical shower
Santino sprinkles generous amounts of his holy water on each of the
faithful to alleviate their pains. He says he’s had the gift since he
was a child, according to my mother. Normally five of us have good health. But I doubt one nagging apple nagging totally. Dion pretended like that. And then after that, you
know, I used techno healing. I, you know, him knew nothing to give. No. I don’t. Nothing. I love. There are many people in here
that do not have permission to yeah, will be in love
with the magical springwater, Santino says he can help even the
most desperate cases under the Maintain. Entire families awaiting the healer
is their last hope. I don’t get it. It’s my day off as proof of his power for our cameras. He takes a hopeless case. Apparently the woman has been unable to walk
without crutches for a long time, virtually confined to a wheelchair. If she was a phony or a miracle worker, nothing seems to stop Santino and Jundi people. No, not yet. The secret of life is just behind him. The magical water comes, in fact,
straight from the city’s pipes. They always like the water from the water. You’ll have to give them water. Live with the people, misunderstood what you’re seeing that
they can be let you all go on their feet to get through it, just
as they did for two months. I think I get up and walk with this simple phrase and some well-placed miracles, Santino,
whose business is making great strides.

 

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