After nearly nine years of living in the Philippines, one would think I would have adjusted to “Filipino Time” by now. In some instances, I have. Nevertheless, there are occasions where this maddening Filipino custom raises my blood pressure to the upper stratosphere. Case in point, today’s post: New Guimaras Hypermarket Operating on “Filipino Time.”
I apologize to my readers. While I haven’t posted on a daily basis for years, I have been wanting to opine about our local utility company, Guimelco. “28-Hour Brownout Grips Guimaras” is the latest installment of our ongoing battle with the lack of adequate infrastructure on the island province we call home.
Most of us are going to die someday. There’s not many ways to avoid it. You might consider becoming a vampire and living as an immortal (as long as you avoid direct sunlight and wooden stakes through the heart.) Or you could hang out with Shirley MacLaine and be reincarnated as a door knob. Me? I wonder. Can I be buried in our backyard in the Philippines?
In the almost eight years I’ve lived in the Philippines, I’ve made hundreds of trip from Guimaras, our island province home, to nearby Iloilo City. Since Iloilo has many more shopping options than our island home, my asawa and I have found it necessary to make the 12-15 minute trip around two to four times a month. But I’ve never experienced what I did one junket: “Pump Boat Preacher Has Captive Audience.”
Our niece DenDen is one of the “Teen-Age Fililpina Beauties” featured in this post. Den recently competed in the “Search for Mr and Miss YES-O-MODEL 2016. ” YES-O is an acronym for The Youth for Environment in Schools’ Organization. The competition was held at our niece’s high school in Guimaras.
“The City Mall Parola Expat Experience.” A retired fart like me has plenty of time to go shopping with his asawa. I enjoy checking out new places. Parola is located at Fort San Pedro Drive in Iloilo City. Guimaras, the island province we call home, is an approximately 12-15 pump boat ride away from Ortiz Wharf, minutes from Parola.
I seriously doubt that many of my readers were collecting cow poop in the Philippines on Valentine’s Day. I wonder how many people all across America were doing the same. Perhaps some couples were celebrating Cupid’s Day by waiting in line for an hour (or more) at their neighborhood Olive Garden or Outback restaurant, stomachs growling, perhaps wishing they were alongside Captain Tom picking up poop. Then again, maybe not.
Captain Tom and his amazing mohawk took time off from his thriving graphic design business, Line of Sight, to visit a Guimaras fiesta in Buluangan, the Philippines. Tom has been visiting his fiancée, the lovely Lenlen, seen seated in between my beautiful asawa on the left and a family friend on the right.
My Sainted Patient Wife and I were taking another walk on the wild side of the Philippines. I’ve been exceptionally lazy recently and haven’t even been taking my daily walks. But after diplomatic suggestions from my asawa, I decided it would be in my best interests to resume this exercise routine.