Our new domestic helper was trying to give “Lolo,” Grandpa, a shower the other morning. Lolo, afflicted with Alzheimer’s, lives in a nipa hut behind our home in Guimaras. Guimaras is the island province we call home. Seems like my father-in-law didn’t want a shower that morning. Which leads us to today’s post: “Philippines Stinky Cockfight Crowds?”
Philippines Stinky Cockfight Crowds?
First of all, though I retired to the Philippines almost 10 years ago, I’ve never been to a cockfight. Frankly, I never plan to attend one. Therefore, while I know that the barbaric practice is a leftover from 300 years of Spanish rule, I don’t have the stomach for it.
My father-in-law, however, used to attend cockfights on a regular basis and bet on his favorite bird. He hasn’t been to one for years. Nonetheless, he refused his shower the other morning because, in his mind, he planned to attend one that day.
Lolo insists its “bad luck” to take a shower the day you go to a cockfight. As a result, I believe that other Filipinos surely share his superstitious belief, and don’t use any Safeguard before they head out to see their favorite roosters rumble.
However, my father-in-law was somehow finally convinced to take his shower even though he still believed he was going to a cockfight.
Only in the Philippines.