At my advanced age, 63, I really shouldn’t be taking a walk on the wild side of the Philippines. But that’s exactly what I did the other morning.
I wasn’t happy. We were encountering a motorcycle gang invasion at “The Farm” in Guimaras, our home province. Our fortress of solitude had been shattered one morning by motorcyclists who had discovered a path through our sequestered enclave in order to avoid detection by nearby Land Transportation Office officers who were conducting a checkpoint nearby.
A view from “The Farm”
My asawa and I moved to the Philippines in July 2009. We had an unwritten five year plan before moving to “paradise.” We’re approaching the final phase of our retirement manifesto. In about one year from now, February 2014, every thing kicks into high gear. Our income will more than double. We’ll be buying property for our dream home in the Philippines then and in late 2014 we plan to move into our new residence in Iloilo City (the new house could look similar to the home depicted below.)