Have not updated the blog in a while, but I have been uploading more videos to my You Tube channel that you can find at Philippine Dreams.
In recent news, my lovely ray of eternal sunshine has formally moved in with me. She came up about a week and a half ago intending to look for a job, as the prospects in Dumaguete were better for her than in her home town of Pagadian City. Well, not even a week later, and she hooked a job. Well, not just a job – a VERY good job, and we are both very happy about it. She will be getting paid very well as a virtual assistant (kind of a long-range secretary position for a real estate firm in the US) but the only downside is that she will be working overnights in order to accommodate the 12 hour time difference. S’all good, though, as it is her first real world job.
We are in the adjusting stage of the moving in process – getting used to each others little personality quirks and boundaries. Overall, it’s going very well and it is truly wonderful having her here.
This is Holy Week in the Philippines – basically the whole country shuts down for a week in order to accommodate the Lenten observances. If you happen to be in Pampanga on Luzon during this time, you might get to see Filipinos actually getting crucified. Me? I’ll pass. My sense of Irish Roman Catholic Guilt is not ready for something like that.
We are moving back to Dumaguete city on the 30th of April. Dauin was quite the cool experience, but it will be nice to be back in the city. It’s just more convenient. Plus, living without screens here has been a bit of a bear.
OK, enuff of that. I am including a pretty funny recap a guy made on the Living in Cebu forum about a trip he made to Boracay. I guess the place used to be pretty nice, but it seems to have gone downhill a bit in recent years.
Here it is:
You’re doing yourself a favor there. If you have even the slightest idea of what things cost in this country you will be disgusted, and that disgust will start when you get off the plane and find out you need to get an overpriced trike to an overpriced piece of drift wood posing as a boat, then when off the boat you have to get an extremely overpriced trike to your hotel (which takes about 20 minutes of driving through an extremely crappy and polluted cess pool of a town).
Then when you get to your hotel they inform you they overbooked and your room, which you paid for in full for online, won’t be available for two more nights…..and won’t give a cash refund.
You then find out every ATM on the freaking island is out of cash and you only have stood 7k pesos on you. Not that it mattered any because apparently the entire Korean Peninsula decided to take a vacation to Boracay that week. You go to every hotel in Station Suckacock except for “that one” and they are all fully booked, so you are forced to go back to “that one” and pay 5k pesos that was on par with a 150 peso a night boarding house. Knowing from previous experience that any charge on your debit card made in the Philippines will instantly lock your account for “security reasons” (no matter how many times you have told them you live there and not do that crap anymore) and it’s the weekend so you wouldn’t dare to risk to even try to find something better and risk not being able to use the ATM tomorrow.
Hungry, thirsty and stressed out from all the walking and BS trying to find a room you then try to get something to eat and have a drink to calm your nerves. You then realize that a rum (Tanduay 5 year) and coke will run you around 150-170 pesos a drink…..which consists of far more ice and coke than rum. Order the meal for you and your girlfriend 600 pesos and get a raw piece of chicken served to you, they take it back and fry the crap out of it. No refund. Don’t forget the 18 percent service charge automatically added to the bill!
After dinner with 200 pesos to your name you quickly realize you can’t do a damn thing in “paradise” without cash. So to take your girl to the beach and take a seat on a chair….Ha, jokes on you, “for customers only sir!”
So you sit on the sand and some kids want to make a sand castle with you and your girls name in it. Thinking that would be a sweet thing to do for your gf with your last 200 you have the kids make it. Well, before you can get a picture of it with your gf the god damn sand castle nazis come and kick the shit out of your castle and inform you that making sand castles is illegal in “paradise” and threaten to write you a ticket if you do it again.
You then contemplate if you should beat the shit out of the cop, steal his weapon and kill everyone on the island or just go back to your room. You decide there aren’t nearly enough bullets in that pea shooter so you go back to your room that smells like cat piss and cigarette smoke and make an exit plan for the next day.
Such was my one…..and only night in Boracay. Even if all had went as planned, I don’t see what all the fuss is about. The “white sand” isn’t white, walking on the row of restos and businesses is like working your way through a local disco on a Friday night, the street vender are relentless and everything is 5 times or more the normal price……with the same service you get anywhere else in the county.