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Travel Blogs from Pasay
... of the Philippines, preferring this time just to experience things first hand without being prejudiced by what I've read. All I know is from an overheard conversation with Randy in Banaue that the country has its first President who is a true democrat. He obviously didn't think much of Corey Aquino, so-called mother of democracy. We have seen "I love Imelda" t-shirts being worn in Laoag. But more than anything we've seen religion. The most vociferously religious country ...
... city market, and a butterfly farm. On this same stop was a a village where the native Palawan people lived and given a demo on their village life. On this stop I broke down a 59 year old wall of fear. I have a longstanding fear of snakes so much so that even seeing them on TV would make me lose sleep from bad dreams. But here was a boa constrictor that was the pet of villagers just a few feet away from me. As usual when I saw it I had an initial fear of it, then ...
... from a movie. Their familiar voices greeted my ears.
Together, they all came and hugged me, and their touch sent an
exciting jolt through my body. My heart thumped so loud as I hugged
Very soon, the screaming
chant of men and women welcoming us, left me breathless. I'd never
wanted to go to Manila for just two days, and just get a glimpse of
my family and home. But there I was magically, feeling like it is
... importantly 2) to appreciate what a privileged education I had in the States.
We arrived, but no one other than the director (Gail's mother) was aware of my upcoming visit. She gave me free reign and assigned me a cute escort (a young Filipino teacher) for the day. I visited just about every class and grade they had. The school was not in great shape, but you could see the pride that they all took in what they were teaching and learning. I later ...
... creepy. Although, the Philippines has a relatively high kidnap vs. journalist ratio, so maybe creepy is better than kidnapped.
When we finally made it back to the restaurant an hour later, they were serving number 8. I don't know what goes on inside the Viking, but it must be pretty sweet because folks ain't leaving. So, we skipped the Viking and went to a place about a quarter mile down the road called Buffet 101 ...