A view from “The Farm”
Guimaras. Sweet mangoes. Bewitching beaches. Pretty Pinays. Massive amounts of Red Horse. The perfect formula for a Sunday afternoon beer garden birthday bash in Guimaras. Retirement in paradise. It’s a tough job. But somebody has to do it.
My asawa and I had the pleasure of meeting some readers of my website, PhilippinesPlus, Brian and Carol. They came all the way from New York City during a recent trip to Guimaras where they have some property and were kind enough to meet my asawa and me. Our American expat friend, Scott B., took time off from his busy schedule in Iloilo City to join us in "G-Land," as he likes to call it. That's our group in the next photo taken at The Shirven Hotel in Guimaras.
After living as an American expat in the Philippines for nearly three years, I've had several close encounters with balut, a fertilized duck embryo that's boiled alive and eaten in the shell. I've seen Andrew Zimmern from Bizzare Foods on TLC chow down on this favorite street vendor food of the Philippines, but there was absolutely NO WAY I was ever going to digest the thing. It looks absolutely disgusting (see photo after next from Wikipedia for a close-up.)
Haven't been to Guimaras in a couple of months. My asawa still has her home there, but since our move to Iloilo last October I haven't been back. But with the passing of my spouse's 94-year-old aunt, Tiyay Seriang, the grandmother of LenLen (seen on the left speaking to my asawa), one of her countless relatives in Guimaras, we decided a visit to the family should be made to pay our respects.
Looking for a gorgeous Philippines resort? Guimaras is your place. While waiting at the Jordan Wharf for Murray to arrive from Iloilo City this past Sunday, I was checking out the various travel brochures the official greeter at the Jordan Wharf had given me. There are several tropical beach locations in our rural province with beautiful white sand and clear, turquoise waters. If you're looking for a place to relax and unwind and enjoy the full benefits of Filipino Time, a journey to our slice of paradise in Western Visayas is highly recommended. Been here over two years and thanks to some recent visitors such as Alan and Mike, and now my new mate, Murray from New Zealand, my asawa and I have been exploring more of our island province, known the world over for its sweet mangoes.
My friend, Brother Tom, is back in the United States. He has some business to take care of and will return next March to Guimaras, home of sweet mangoes and even sweeter Filipinas (I know, I married one.) As you can see by the following photo, Tom is making himself at home and getting reacquainted with some old buds. No, I don't know how long it took him to empty those, felt it best not to ask.
I can't even swim. But yet I live on Guimaras Island, home of sweet mangoes and sweet Filipinas, and surrounded by beautiful beach resorts with white sandy beaches. I grew up in Central Illinois. My wife can swim like a mermaid on steroids. I'm lucky to even make it out of bed each morning, let alone try to learn how to swim and go scuba diving in the Philippines at my advanced age. I'm a 59-year-old geezer. I remember my Grandpa turning 62 and remarking "This is probably the last birthday I'll be celebrating." He lived to be 80. I don't plan to say that when I reach 62, God willing, and The Sainted Patient Wife doesn't clobber me with her bolo before then. More episodes like the recent incident in Iloilo City at The Moon Cafe, and she just might.