Made the trip to Iloilo again. Nice gentlemen that directs the departing jeepneys points me to the front seat of our jeepney so I can ride shotgun and have more room. “Salamat, po!”I say. (Thank you, sir; “po” meaning a title of respect for either gender.) I like that guy. I’ll have to tip him some time.
Continuing from yesterday’s blog about the wild ride to the Iloilo airport, the wife Melinda and I prepared to wait for her sister Marjorie’s flight to arrive. Her plane was due to touch down at 3:30 pm on a Cebu Pacific flight from Manila. We park our butts in an outside shaded waiting area with armed airport security hovering around. You are not allowed inside the airport without a ticket valid for that day. Right in front of us “the vultures” are perched.
[smartads]Whew! As I was looking over yesterday's blog that I had already posted about the Ricky Reyes salon visit, the wife came up behind me and saw the picture with her and the Heat Wave Contraption!!! It was too late to close the screen! I was trapped like a jeepney on a flooded street in Iloilo during a typhoon! Sainted Patient Wife Melinda asked why did I put that picture in. If I had to put a picture in why not use the picture of her in the Heat Wave Contraption where she is not making a face (like that one was more flattering!) She was pretty upset.
Thankfully I don’t have to be politically correct in my blog, because I don’t know that it is PC to write about peeing. I’m talking about peeing in public, here in the Philippines. As I have said before, I just try to observe daily life in the Philippines from my viewpoint. I write about. That’s it.
[smartads]Thought it time for a bit lighter blog today. First of all thanks to my friend and fellow Bonehead, Jay Grim, from back home at Springfield, IL. for his recent comment on this blog. Jay was a fellow co-worker (if you want to call what we did work), and good guy. Also heard from another Springfield celebrity, Dave Bakke, columnist from the State Journal-Register in Springfield, IL.. Dave is going to do a story on Sainted Wife and Boss Melinda and I. Should be in this coming Sunday's paper. I love Dave Bakke's columns, always witty & interesting. Check out his stuff at http://www.sj-r.com/
A few blogs ago I told the story about the big lizard in the kitchen which my wife was able to coax back outside of an open kitchen window. We have no window screens here. The lizard, called tuko, or gecko to us, made another appearance the other night during a “brown out” (don’t call them “blackouts” here, and we have about five or six a week, on one day alone a few weeks ago we had five. ) The tuko calls at night with “tuko…tuko…tuko!” I tell you, it sounds like something the size of an alligator when you hear it outside your window at night. Actually it gets to maybe 10 to 12 inches in length, and maybe 5 inches in width, but when you first see that thing in your house, and you are not used to seeing such a creature in your home, it does give you a bit of a jolt.