If you’re about to sit down to a meal while you’re reading this, be forewarned, you might not have the stomach for this post. “The Poop & Nothing But(t) the Poop” details my latest visit to our local hospital in Guimaras.
My asawa and I were back in Bacolod, the “City of Smiles,“on a mini-vacation in the Philippines. Regular readers of Philippines Plus know that I excel in doing nothing but my spouse works from sunrise and sunset and deserved a break. I’m always on a perpetual one of course.
“Walk on the Wild Side, Philippines: Head Lice & Cute Chicks” is the third installment of what will become a regular feature on Philippines Plus. In an effort to reduce my gut and not go beyond a size 36 waist size, my asawa (who doesn’t need to lose an ounce) and I having been taking strolls outside the property of our new home in the Philippines.
What would I have done the same the last 6 yrs. living in the Philippines? One of my faithful readers asked me that question several months ago and due to our recent move, I haven’t taken the time to respond to that query until now.
Call me “Old School.” I am a crusty old expat at age 63. In the Fifties, when I was growing up in a sleepy small town in Central Illinois, the latest high tech gadget in our household was a black-and-white television set. We got five channels from St. Louis on that old wooden box: KSD, the NBC affiliate, KTVI, offering programming from ABC, KMOX, backed by CBS, and independent station, KPLR, which featured one of my personal favorites, The Three Stooges, and the Public Television station, KETC, which I rarely watched at the time since Mr. Rogers creeped me out.