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Holy cow! Welcome to Masbate, our rodeo capital

By Christine S. Dayrit | December 21, 2011 - 12:00am

As the pilot slowly maneuvered the plane to a suave landing in Masbate, I couldn’t help but be awed by the acres of grazing land that stretched as far as the eyes could see.

Travel and Tourism