Friday, April 20, 2007

Bankerohan bridge collapses.


Due to the recent slew of despairing news, I almost forgot that this incident happened about a week ago. Perhaps because I don't pass that way. But most of my colleagues who are north-bound sure feels the brunt. Calling the LGU City Engineering's Office and DPWH to expedite the rehabilitation. (Photo credit: Ang Dabawenyo)
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