Nice story!
]]>Ha! I'm not saying the customs are "weird," just different–and I always say, vive la difference! Maraming salamat for the comment.
]]>Jimmy,
Of course It's true that most Filipinos speak English, but my experience was that outside Manila it was not the "default" language, and the vendors, fellow bus passengers at least didn't choose to speak it with me! :-P
]]>P.S. I'm still glad I stayed behind on this trip :-)
]]>Ah, what happens next!? Thanks for asking!
We arrive in Baguio, where it is quite chilly and rainy…Ken loses his digital camera in the men's room at the bus depot…we check into a hotel with no heat and drink delicious native grown coffee…we get in-room massages from blind massage therapists…that evening we go to a "club" with a warning painted on the wall: NO MAN-TO-MAN DANCING…next day, shopping in a market, I thwart a pickpocket and eat crab kamayan style–with my hands.
What fun memories!
]]>carl Brush
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