Nearly 90 days in the Philippines!

Just about 90 days in the Philippines!


Casaroro Falls – Valencia, Negros Oriental



Alright, so it is been just about 90 days – of course NINETY Days – due to the fact your intrepid planet traveler stepped off a 747 into the dizzying insanity that is the Republic of the Philippines.  In that shorter time I have eaten the ideal food of my daily life (contemporary kinilaw), the worst foods of my lifetime (boiled rooster necks), ordered a bike (sweet trip) and truck (semi-lemon), fulfilled a very long time web chat mate, fallen in adore, been attacked by a killer sea urchin, ingested four diverse forms of antibiotics, experienced my lessen back again go out 2 times, learned a very little of the neighborhood language (Bisaya), professional the most beautiful sunrises and sunsets possible and at last recognized that this is fingers down the most wonderful put I have ever noticed.  Furthermore, I have arrive to the conclusion that it is not just the position the place you are – it’s the individuals that you are with.  And the men and women of the Philippines are the country’s actual treasure.  I assume I outlined in a preceding publish that when I acquired in this article, I had to discover to smile once more.  In which I arrived from, people passing in the road in no way manufactured eye call, a great deal the significantly less really smiled at each and every other.  And even though it seriously has been crushed to death in other blogs, Filipinos certainly consider the principle of friendliness to a full other level.  And I guess – when all is stated and completed –  there are even worse stereotypes that just one can attribute any group of individuals on a national level.



Twin Lakes Park – North of Sibulan, Negros Oriental.


Anyhoo, I will be devoting the future handful of site entries into some of the impressions I have produced during my just about 90 times here in the islands – the fantastic, the poor, and the in essence unfathomable.  Continue to be tuned, faithful subscriber, as I consider to compile my notes, wrack my brain, and try to set random thoughts to the printed web site.




True street signal on Negros – to the Remaining is a 200 meter cliff.