I Shall Return

One thing that I definitely wanted to do in my time in the Philippines was to take a tour of Corregidor Island, which is a tadpole shaped island that guards the opening of Manila Bay. This tour was in doubt due to the way I was feeling recently and also due to the time constraints in the Philippines. I was fortunately able to squeeze it in and to feel good enough to make this tour. I think the non stop traveling plus the Asian heat had started to take a cumulative effect on me.

I walked down to the bay and secured a reservation on the boat for the next day. I was still feeling a little light headed, but who knows when I would return, so I made a reservation. The next day I boarded the boat, which was a very luxurious air conditioned liner filled with people going to the island. I immediately felt better in the air conditioned atmosphere of the boat, which gave me an incredible insight to why I was feeling so bad of late. Not only had I tired myself out with my travels lately, but I had also been traveling in very hot climates lately and staying in non-air conditioned rooms. The combination of the heat, lack of sleep, traveling, and alcohol had caused me to run out of gas, or more appropriately run into too much gas.

Corregidor Island is a very significant spot in the Pacific Theater. When Japan ran amok in the Pacific in the days following Pearl Harbor they were able to take many areas with the damaged US fleet unable to respond. They overran Thailand, French Indochina, and the Philippines within days. The US force on the mainland of the island of Luzon were trapped on the Bataan peninsula and had to endure the consequent death march to camps inside the Philippines. The only place that was able to hold out to the Japanese onslaught was Corregidor Island. A small contingent of US and Philippine forces were able to bravely hang on. The island actually became a Pacific Alamo.

The Japanese timetable for the surrender of Corregidor was one month, but the small force on the island held out for five months and disrupted the Japanese from further action and many think this heroic defense stopped the Japanese further Japanese aggression. The US and Filipino force surrendered on May 6, 1942 and bought the damaged US fleet time to rebuild. General MacArthur was on the island, but was ordered to flee the island leaving his troops by a direct order from FDR as the American Chiefs of Staff recognized MacArthur’s brilliance and did not want to see him lost to the Japanese. MacArthur argued that he did not want to leave, but with a direct order he had to. As he left, he vowed to return and supposedly said this as he was getting on a boat at a harbor on the island. There is a statue near this point commemorating this line of MacArthur holding out his arm with those famous words set in stone in front of the statue.

The island itself was absolutely beautiful. Great views of the surrounding landscape including some impressive mountains rising from the coast on the Bataan peninsula. After getting off the boat we were herded onto little buses that cruised us around the island stopping at key battery positions of American guns.

The island was equally important in 1945 when the Americans retook Manila. MacArthur believed that the Japanese on the island were expecting a seaborne landing, so he tricked them by dropping airborne troops on the island, which was no easy feat because the island is very small. This maneuver worked brilliantly and the Americans retook the island with very light casualties. MacArthur stood up to his pledge and returned.

This tour was one of the best historical tours I have ever taken. They showed films on the War both coming to the island and returning to Manila. Each bus had a tour conductor that was very knowledgeable about the battle and the war in general. The tour guide spoke about each stop we went arrived at and then allowed us to walk around the different spots and take pictures and check out the memorials. Both the films and the tour conductor did a good job of explaining the battles of Corregidor and also did a good job of placing the history of Corregidor in the context of what was happening in the Pacific theater.

After returning to Manila I headed back to my pension. My last four days in the Philippines I headed back to Angeles City to spend with my friend Richard and his wife Liza. I ended up not doing a whole lot here. I was exhausted from my travels and spent much of the time just resting in my hotel.

The day before leaving from the Philippines I headed back to Manila to be close to the airport for my departure the next day. On the way to the airport the next morning my taxi driver told me to look at the car next to us. We were stuck in traffic and there was a cab full of pretty Filipino women looking at me and laughing. I smiled and waived. I have never gotten so much attention from pretty women than here in the Philippines. They love American men here. Just about everywhere I went I was greeted by smiles and calls of “handsome” or gwapo (handsome in Philipines.) Probably 75 percent of these women were probably prostitutes, but I believe it is better to be called handsome by a prostitute than an asshole. The girls in the cab next to me took out their phones and were wanting my phone number. I had sold my cell phone to Richard the day before. Of course I could do nothing here since I was leaving the country, but I stuck my arm out the window of the cab and yelled to the girls “I shall return.”

Cebu City

A couple of days ago I flew into the second biggest city in the Philippines, which is Cebu City located on one of the bigger islands in the Visayas. The Philippines is divided into three parts. The first is the island of Luzon, which is the biggest island in the Philippines and contains it’s capitol of Manila. The middle part of the Philippines is called the Visayas, which are a bunch of smaller islands in the center. The south is Mindanao, which is a larger island to the south.

Cebu is known for its woodwork guitars. I asked my taxi driver this and he took me to a guitar seller in the middle of town. It was 9am, and had been up since 3am, so I decided I did not feel like buying anything, so I told him may be later. While I was checking out the guitars this quite large crowd gathered around to watch the transaction, which was really weird.

Got back into the cab and he took me to a pension listed in the Lonely Planet. This place turned out to be a crap hole. I ended up staying there because I was too tired to look elsewhere. They had different room types to choose from, but I ended up taking the cheapest room because even the most expensive room in the joint was still a piece of crap. There are no varying degrees of crap in a crap hole, so I opted for the crappiest and cheapest room.

I awoke later and walked around the city a bit. I visited a Spanish fort, which was the oldest Spanish fort in the Philippines. Cebu was the sight of the death of Ferdinand Magellan by local indigenous people who I guess took a disliking to being discovered. Sitting in the fort, I began to feel sick.

I started walking back to my pension and ran into the guitar seller again. I told him I was not feeling well, and I would think about buying later. He dropped the price 10$, so I ended up buying it for about 35$. The guitar is more of a souvenir than an actual good guitar. It is handmade from local wood and very pretty looking. It is not the best quality guitar. It does not sound so great playing chords, but it must be a classical guitar because it sounds very nice when finger picking.

I went back to my crap hole and played guitar for awhile and felt worse and worse. It felt like I had daggers in my stomach and I was very tired. I thought it might be something I ate because I had some Filipino food for lunch. I have talked to many other travelers who have gotten sick from Filipino food. I slept most of the afternoon, but it was hard to sleep in my place because my neighbors were incredibly loud. The wall adjacent to them did not even go up to the ceiling, so I could hear every word they spoke like they were in the room with me although I could not understand what they were saying. I think they were like the Laurel and Hardy of the Philippines because one of them would say something and then they would both crack up laughing and then the other would say something and again they would crack up laughing. The thing I could not understand was why the were in a pension and they did not go anywhere. I was staying there because I was not feeling well. This pension was the last place I wanted to be. They were healthy yet were by choice hanging out there all day apparently having a blast doing it.

I finally made it out to get something to eat. Because I suspected Filipino food for the cause of my present ailment I decided to eat only American fast food. I know this is not much better, but at least I knew what I was getting here. I got a value meal at Jollibee, which is a Filipino equivalent to McDonald’s. There was this cute girl I was making eye contact to. I tried to motion her over, but she refused, but wrote her cell number on a napkin and gave it to me. Her name was Rosalie, and she worked as a cashier at a hair salon. She works from 9:30am until 10:30pm every day with no break. Unbelievable. She says she is looking for another job, but it is hard because of her height. She is really small and I guess in the Philippines for some reason many employers do not like to hire short people and there is no law governing this type of discrimination. We have tried to go out a couple times, but with her work schedule and me not feeling well it has not come about.

I went back to my room and laid down for awhile, but got bored and decided to walk around. I walked past four girls and they all started looking at me. They came over and started talking to me. I had no idea where anything was, so I asked where are the cool places to go in town. They said we will show you. Somehow I got shanghaied (or since I was in Cebu I was Cebuhaied) into going with four girls to a bar and buying them all drinks. This was not exactly what I had in mind. I gave a 500 pesos for the beers which costed 140 pesos. I got no change and I asked the waitress where the change was. She said they were out of change and it will be coming. In the meantime, some of the girls finished their beers and ordered a second and one girl ordered potato chips.

I asked one of the girls if she worked or if she was in school. She smiled and said no and then asked why I had asked that question. By this response to the question, I realized I was sitting with four prostitutes. I decided to cut my losses and leave. I got 50 pesos back from my change and got the hell out.

Next day, I still was not feeling good and mainly hung around the room. The next day I was heading to Malapasqua island, which is a tiny island off the tip of Cebu, which supposedly has a nice beach.

I awoke the next morning at 3am and took a bus from Cebu to the northern point of the island. This took four hours and then I took a cool little ferry to Malapasqua. The ferry took about an hour and the highlight of this trip was seeing flying fish come out of the water and sail for a about twenty feet before diving back in.

This island was beautiful. Clear blue water with white sand beaches and rocky islands sticking up off the coast. I did not have that many pesos with me, so I wanted to stay at a place that took credit card. The only place that took credit card was the most expensive place on the beach. It is true irony when one is running out of money that because of this they need to stay at the most expensive place on the island.

The hotel was beautiful, and I had a balcony overlooking the sunset. I played guitar on the balcony for awhile and then hit the beach. I had lunch and then went swimming. I was beginning to feel better. I then went back to the room. I took a nap and woke up feeling worse than before. I was taking anti-diarrhea medicine, which dehydrates and this plus the sun made me feel dehydrated and dizzy. I went down to the front desk and had some juice. I went back up to the room and then slept a little longer.

Later I woke up and went for dinner. The problem with this place was there was absolutely nothing to do after the sun goes down. Everyone on the beach it seemed were couples. I went into a couple of bars to see what was going on and they were empty. I had dinner at one and then went back to my hotel and fell asleep around 9pm.

The next morning I decided to leave early. Being on this beach was making me lonely, plus I was still not feeling good. Beaches are definitely not a good place to go alone unless there is a lot to do besides just the beach. The only two places I have felt alone on this trip have been at the only two beaches I have visited. This one and Nha Trang in Vietnam. It was a beautiful island, but I was ready to go.

I left the next morning and got back to Cebu. I fly out to Manila tomorrow. I am feeling much better, but my stomach is still unsettled. I have ruled out Filipino food as the culprit and now realize it is just general exhaustion. Going to and from Banaue I took two night buses in three days where I did not sleep, then woke up at 3am to fly to Cebu, so I think I am just over tired, and my body just shut down on me.

I have liked what I have seen of the Philippines so far, but since this is the last place virtually I have been I have been kind of worn down by the whole trip and not had the same energy I had in other countries. The problem with the Philippines though is the transport is very difficult. Getting from one spot to the other in other countries usually just consists of one bus ride or a train ride. Here it consists of a taxi ride to the bus station, then a 8 hour hot or incredibly cold bus ride to a town then switch to another bus, or wait for a ferry. It takes as long to get to a place sometimes then the amount of time you can spend there.

Back to Manila

Next morning I awoke at 10am feeling a little bit sluggish. I was not sure what I wanted to do. There are plenty of trekking opportunities around the area, but I got an itchy foot all of a sudden and decided to leave. The rice fields were beautiful, but in the end they were all the same. Guides offered to take me to other villages in the area to see other rice fields, but the best of the terraces was right outside my guesthouse window, so I felt like I have given sufficient time to the rice fields of the Philippines. Since I had only a couple weeks left in the Philippines, I wanted to see as much as possible. In retrospect, I wished I would have stayed a couple of more days at the very least to relax and chill out a bit because this itchy foot was going to cost me later.

I checked out of my guesthouse and began the back breaking walk back up to the ridge line. I walked back up to the ridge, which just about killed me. It was an hour straight up. I was not sure how I was going to get from the top of the ridge back to Banaue. I asked a guy up above if a jeepny was leaving for Banaue soon. He said all the jeepneys were privately rented. He said I could always ask for a ride when one was leaving. I waited about a half hour, but no one came, so I got ready to start walking when a Filipino family came up the trail. I had seen this family at the guesthouse and had said hello to them. I asked if I could ride with them to Banaue and they said sure. He asked first if he could take a picture with me as he liked the backpacking gear I had. I felt kind of good about this as I thought I looked like kind of an idiot with my stupid Thai mat sticking straight out of the pack. May be he felt the same, but was just being polite and wanted a picture with the idiot tourist.

I sat across from the husband named Benjamin and we talked about the Philippines during World War II after I told him that I was going to look for a history teaching position upon my return. We also talked about the American Civil War as he wanted to know how it started. I asked him how much I should give the driver, and he said nothing as he had already paid for the ride. I thanked him when we got to Banaue and gave him a Chicago Bulls t-shirt. The same trike driver that drove me to Batad approached me and he gave me a ride to the bus station to Manila. I drove off and waived to the nice Filipino family.

The bus was not leaving for another 2 hours, so I had dinner and then went back to the bus station. This bus was almost completely empty. The only problem was it was freezing. They had the air-conditioning at full bore and it was not that hot as it was night time in the mountains. I and the whole bus froze the whole way. Many of the people on the bus were using whatever they had to clog the air vents. At about midnight at one stop I finally asked the driver why it was so cold on the bus. He enlightened me by telling me it was because of the air conditioner. I asked if he could turn it down, and he said he would although he never did. The only thing I could think of is that they had the air-conditioning so high that may be they were transporting food or something below in the compartments. This trip they allowed me to put my backpack in the compartment, which ended up kind of sucking because all my clothes were in the pack, which was inaccessible until the end of the trip. I did not think to bring in any warm clothes into the bus with me because I did not think it was going to be the polar bear express to Manila.

Banaue Rice Terraces

I got out of the bus in Banaue at 5am. A smiling tricycle driver named Denard took me to a restaurant. He wanted to drive me to the Rice Fields, which were 12km away. I declined because I knew from my guide book that there was a jeep leaving soon. I had a couple of cups of coffee and decided I did not want to wait for the jeep as it would be another 2 hours. Plus, I was tired of my bags getting in everyone’s way and I knew the jeep might be crowded, so I got a ride on the tricycle as soon as it got light enough to travel. A tricycle is basically a little side car attached to a motorcycle. It is funny how each country had some sort of rudimentary designed taxi. In Thailand it was the tuk-tuk and in Vietnam they had these self-propelled tricycles, especially in Saigon. Here in the Philippines they had jeepneys, which were elongated truck like buses and the one person side cars that they called tricycles.

I arrived at Batad junction at around 7:30 after a beautiful ride through the mountains. There were rice fields all over the place. Batad is a little village of about 1,000 people and is supposed to have the most beautiful rice fields in the area. The tricycle can take you to Batad Junction, but the only way to Batad from there is on foot and it takes two hours.

I said good bye to Denard and then got my back pack on with my awkward mat from Thailand still sticking straight out of it. The first part of the sojourn was straight up. It took about 45 minutes to get to the top of this ridge and by the time I arrived at the top I was covered in sweat and out of breath. The view was beautiful as the sun was rising over the mountains and you could see the rice terraces below. There was a bunch of locals on top selling Gatorade and other drinks and offered to guide me the rest of the way to Batad. There was one guy up there that offered to have me stay at his house for 100 pesos. This was twice as much as the guidebook stated, so I declined. I had a Gatorade, which I drank in one guzzle and started to walk down. The guy who offered for me to stay at his place had a brother that was going down, so I followed him.

Everyone says that they backpack SE Asia, but to describe the activity as backpacking is really a misnomer. No one really backpacks Southeast Asia, they just have all their crap in a backpack. People go from bus to taxi to tuk-tuk to motobike, but rarely do they actually walk any length with their backpack. I am included in this description. For this couple of hours and the hour back I actually am backpacking in Southeast Asia, and I am hot as shit wishing a taxi was around.

I got to the town of Batad and the view was absolutely breathtaking. There were several guesthouses in town, but I approached the first one I saw to the annoyance of the guy I had been following. It had a little café looking over the village of Batad and the amazing rice terraces below. Batad is in a little valley that reminds me of Telluride, Colorado except that the mountains were not as steep or high. The mountains here are pretty high, but they are more like the Appalachians as they are completely tree covered. I asked how much and a cute little Filipino said 100 pesos. I looked at the room and it was sufficient. No electricity in the room, but for 2$, no big deal. The Filipino girl named Jarmaine and an Aussie girl were eating breakfast and she invited me to join them. I had some rice covered with some egg and tomatoes.

I took the room and headed off to bed. I wanted to take an hour nap and start exploring, but I was pretty bushed. My one hour nap turned out to be about four as I was more tired than I thought. I woke up around 2:30pm and finally left at 3pm. Everyone in this village wanted to be my guide, but I just wanted to walk around the village and go to a waterfall that was 45 minutes away. I figured I could find this myself.

The guesthouse was on the ridge overlooking the town and the trail was a steep descent down these steep steps. Once down in the valley you had to cross the rice fields. The Ilfigau rice terraces are these terraces that are built right into the mountain and descend like giant steps down the mountain. Each terrace is covered in bright green rice paddies. It is like a giant amphitheater of green. It is breathtakingly beautiful.

The walk to the waterfall was really interesting. There was really no set trail. I was walking down from the building through the people’s houses down into the rice terraces themselves. Walking through the rice terraces was really cool, but kind of tricky as the stones that divided each field was narrow and there were stone steps that descended up to each level. The steps were not the widest steps, so it could be tricky and one had to be sure to keep your balance. After walking through the terraces the trail then went up a ridge again through more houses. Once on top of the ridge the trail descended down towards a mountain river. The trail now was made out of concrete and was easy to follow and had steps going down to the river. I descended down the steps going back and forth down the ridge as the trail kept switching back directions. I then came around the corner and there was the waterfall. Since I got a late start I could not stay too long. The waterfall was beautiful as the river dropped about 200 feet from a gorge and there was a nice volume of water going down into the pool. There were a bunch of Filipino people getting ready to leave. One girl smiled at me and said she was happy I was there and then she and her group left. I then went swimming for a bit in the pool and it felt incredible. I was extremely hot from the walk and the temperature of the water was cool, but felt perfect after the walk in the hot weather. I definitely felt revived. I knew I had to go back and the incline up to the ridge and back to the guesthouse were not easy and it made me wish there was another pool to swim in after I got back.

After about twenty minutes I left myself. The water felt great, but it was too cold to stay too long, especially since the sun was going down. I caught up with the group that was at the pool climbing up the steep hill. The girl that smiled at me was named Antoinette and she was teaching religion in Banaue for a year. I followed this group the rest of the way back to the guesthouse. Antoinette said that later they were having a party with a bonfire and drinking rice wine and she said she would come to my guesthouse and get me. I thanked her and returned to my guesthouse for dinner and to wash up.

Back at the guesthouse I had a beer and a vegetarian pizza. There was a Scottish guy that had checked in and he was outside talking to the Aussie girl that I was talking to before. After dinner Antoinette came back and got both me and the Scot named Craig and took us to a local’s little hut. The huts owner was named Romeo and he looked like a Filipino Albert Einstein. He had long brown crazy hair with a mustache. He was the owner of my guesthouse and also the local rice wine brewer.

The Filipino rice wine was much better than the crap I drank in Vietnam and in Thailand. It was brown colored compared to the clear color in other countries and ten times smoother yet still contained a bite. It was sweeter too than the stuff in Thailand. This gave it a pleasant taste compared to the flavor of the Thai rice whiskey, which tasted like nothing I have ever had before, but its disgusting taste could only be compared to something like formaldehyde. Romeo informed me that they also make wine out of coconuts too. I am struck by the ingenuity of mankind because the whole world over and all through history whenever we want to get fucked up, we always find a way to do it.

An interesting conversation ensued while the Aussie girl named Rachel, Romeo, and this other Aussie girl named Danielle talk about some of the customs involved in growing the rice. Rachel is studying rats and that is why she is there. Apparently in the rice fields rats are a problem. Rachel says that she has found in her research that many of the old tribal customs in the village were very effective in keeping rats out of the fields, but many people now that are growing rice do not follow some of these customs and they are having more of a problem with rats. I guess that the old tribal customs appear out of date and superstitious to many of the present rice growers, but actually there was a rhyme and reason to these practices. Despite Romeo’s appearance, he was very eloquent, and he discussed the growing of the rice wine and also techniques for growing rice, which was very interesting.

We then leave the hut after a couple of drinks and head down to the bonfire. At the bonfire, Antoinette and her friends are there along with two brothers named Orland and Romel. Orland is playing a guitar. He is really good and has a great voice. His brother Romel also has a great voice. I had told Craig earlier that I played guitar myself and he mentions that to Orland and Orland passes me the guitar. I play “Peaceful Easy Feeling” and a short sing a long occurs. I am a little out of practice as I had not played much in the past couple of months, but I am able to get through a few songs.

The rest of the night each of us takes turn playing a couple of songs and then hands over the guitar to the next person. I have always been hampered by two things when playing guitar in front of people in campfire like settings. First, I am usually really drunk, and secondly, I do not have many sing-a-long type songs in my repertoire. I always intend to rectify this each time I bomb out at a campfire by learning songs I know everyone knows, but I soon get bored of learning those and want to play what interests me. I did pull out a few that got good reactions like “Take me Home Country Roads” and “Into your arms,” by the Lemonheads. Other than that and a couple of others, I think I bored the hell out of them when I played, but they were very respectful and gave me a little ovation after each song.

I was really impressed with both the guitar and vocal abilities of the two Filipino brothers. The song selection they played was also very interesting. They were really into Reggae and played several Bob Marley tunes, but they would then pull out a big surprise and play “Handy Man” by James Taylor or “Wish You Were Here,” by Pink Floyd. Those are definitely two songs that I would not expect to hear a Filipino to sing in the middle of nowhere in Northern Luzon. Antoinette kept asking me if I was happy and having a good time. Yes, I definitely was. Drinking rice wine, playing and listening to guitar around a campfire, and talking with great interesting people is about as good as it gets in my humble opinion.

Angeles to Banaue

Next day I felt horrible. I tried to take the edge off my hangover a bit by ordering a long island iced tea while sitting around the pool. It did not work too well. I sat in misery in my pool chair as my phone chirped with quotes from Jesus. Richard came by the pool at 5pm with his wife and took me and Brenda back to his house. We enjoyed seeing Richard’s three month old baby Amy who was adorable. Brenda then left for church and Liza turned on the TV and I was excited to see college basketball. My excitement turned to disappointment to find out it was the quarterfinals of the ACC tournament. This happened a week ago. I could not watch an insignificant tournament knowing the one that really mattered was being played out in the states.

Richard, Liza, and I went to a Chinese restaurant and ordered a feast. I was so grateful to have Richard and Liza take me around. We ended up doing another bar crawl this time till 3am.

After two nights out until 6am and 3am respectively or disrespectively, I ended up doing absolutely nothing this next day. I hung around the pool and drank coffee all day and had a great breakfast. That was the highlight of my day.

Next morning I sent a text to Richard who had sent some text messages the night before which I did not reply to. I apologized for not responding the night before. He said he had a friend named Wayne coming from out of town and they were going to hit the bars. He asked if I was interested. After taking a day off I felt a little better and thought that I was up for it.

Brenda came by for a little bit and visited me at the pool with her cousins Judith and Daylin. I hung out with them for a bit, but then they left. While sitting around the pool that day I had a pretty Filipino girl borrow my lighter. She was hanging out with a fellow behind me. When I met Richard later that night I was to find out that this guy behind me was Richard’s friend Wayne and the girl was Wayne’s girlfriend.

We met around 9pm and ended up having a drink at every bar just about in the area. I think there are like two-hundred bars in the general vicinity, so to have one at every bar would take weeks may be months. That night we did a good job of trying hard to make as many at one night. In each bar, Richard would order for us. He would point to each reveler and go around the table saying “San Miguel, San Miguel, San Miguel.” It got to be a joke as the night wore on.

I really enjoyed my time in Angeles. It was great to have a group of friends to hang out with on a regular basis. This is something that I have not experienced since I left home. I could have stayed in Angeles for my whole three weeks, but I did want to see some other areas of the Philippines. Richard scoffed at my attitude and said the only place worth visiting in the Philippines was Angeles City. Richard is definitely not as adventurous as me. He told me about his trip in Palawan and how boring it was. They stayed at this place where the electricity went off at a certain time and there was absolutely no night life. There was also a horde of mosquitoes in the place they were staying. I told him I would like to return to Angeles before I went home as it was convenient to get back to Manila for my flight to Japan.

My next destination was the Banaue Rice Terraces in the north of the island of Luzon. The Philippines are an archipelago consisting of over 7,000 islands. Luzon is the biggest island and the most important as the capital Manila is found here. Angeles was just north of Manila and Banaue was about ten hours north of Angeles. Unfortunately, there was no direct bus to Banaue. I had to first take a bus to Baggio and then connect with a bus to Banaue.

The trip to Baggio (pronounced Baggy-O) took about six hours and the last hour or so was very scenic. Baggio is located basically on top of a mountain right along the coast. The view toward Bagguio was nice and the view of the ocean from Baggio was beautiful too, especially with the sun setting as we were arriving in to town. The bus pulled into the station and I found my connector to Banaue. I kind of regretted not staying in Baggio as it was very scenic here. Plus, as it turned out, I really could have used the rest. I could have stayed a night or two there and taken an earlier bus to Banaue. I have a cat named Baggy, and he would have been disappointed I did not spend more time at his namesake.

The bus to Banaue was leaving in two hours. The man in the bus said I had just enough time for short time and laughed. He was referring to the fact that I could find a prostitute for short time and still make the bus. As tempting as the short time suggestion sounded, I went into town and had dinner and then found an internet café.

The bus to Banaue was absolutely packed. It was holy week and many Filipinos from Manila came up to Banaue for the weekend. I had my huge back pack with me as they would not let me store it underneath the bus. Because of my seat they made me sit in the very back. This turned out to be the most uncomfortable seat crammed against the seats in front and my luggage to my left. Fortunately, two nice Filipinos on the other side saw my predicament and made more room on the other side for my bag, which relieved some of the tension against my crushed legs. About an hour short of Banaue, most of the people got off the bus, so at least I had some comfort the last hour of the trip. Unfortunately, I knew I was not going to get any sleep. The bus into Banaue was scheduled to arrive around 4:45 am. It looked like it was going to be another sleepless night, which I really did not need after a paucity of quality rest in Angeles.

Arrival in Angeles City

Next day I caught a bus to Angeles City just north of Manila. I took a cab to the bus station and there were all these beggars trying to get me to give them money for helping with my bags. As I got on to the bus after paying for the ticket a guy in the bus helped me with my bag. He said the bag was too heavy and this would cost 50 pesos. Not thinking I gave it to him. I thought it was fishy, but I thought he worked for the bus company. Just turned out he was a crafty beggar as after taking my money he got off the bus. The bus trip was a couple of hours away. I was glad to have the number of someone as it is always nice to have a contact going somewhere new.

I got out of the bus and called Richard. I talked to Richard in the bar for 5 minutes in Manila as most of the time he talked to Roger as the two had not seen each other for over a year. As soon as I called he asked where I was. I told him I did not know. He told me to look around and described what I saw. I looked around and did not see much. After naming off a few stores he figured it out and said he would pick me up in 15 minutes. He picked me up and then dropped me off at a hotel in the center of the town. He brought me into the hotel and greeted the manager. Richard does the sound for many of the bars here in town and knows quite a few people. It was my good fortune to meet him in Manila.

I settled in at the hotel and this hotel is absolutely awesome. It has a huge gorgeous pool in the back with all sorts of chairs around it. I sat out at the pool all day and drank a few San Miguels. Richard sent me a text at 7:30 saying to meet him and friends for dinner.

If there are two things that Filipino’s are obsessed with it is text messaging and Catholicism. I now have three Filipinos in my phone book. Rafy, a girl I met in Manila, and a girl I met on the bus coming up to Angeles. My cell phone chirps constantly with incoming messages. Some just are how are you doing type messages, but many of them are in the smile Jesus loves you category.

I met Richard for dinner and he was accompanied by his very pretty Filipino wife Liza and Jack from the Netherlands along with his son Dave and wife Vina. I had my first steak in two plus months. A pork tenderloin that was fantastic. After that it was bar hoping until 6am. Angeles is like Bangkok and Las Vegas put together. It is the sin city of the Philippines. Every bar has 10 go-go dancers up dancing to music. It is quite a crazy place. During the night I met a sweet girl named Brenda and ended up having her join our entourage for the rest of the night. I entered her into my phone book and now have a fourth person sending religious text messages.

A Day in Manila

Somehow I got put in the wrong room though in the pension. I wanted the drunken/hung over traveler’s room, but somehow I got the movers and shakers room. Half the people in the room came to life at 5:30am dressing, showering, and making noise. The other half left at 7:00am. After being woken up twice, I finally got back to sleep and woke at 9:30am to an empty room. I could understand Roger leaving early as he had business to take care of, but what was everyone else’s hurry? That is the problem with this type of sleeping arrangements. Not everyone (or in this case, no one) is on the same schedule as you.

This pension had a really nice courtyard with tables and offered food and coffee. They also had several English newspapers. The Philippines has its official language, which is called Tagalog, but just about everybody speaks at least passable English here. English is the language that is used on many of the store fronts, so it is really easy to get around here. I read in the newspaper that an uprising in a prison was brutally suppressed by the police and over twenty inmates were killed. The victims were part of the militant group Abu Sayef, which has ties to Al Qaida. The Abu Sayef vowed to revenge the killings. They even threatened to bomb churches during the Holy week. The Philippines is a fervent Catholic country, which was one of the major differences between this country and the other countries that I visited.

I also began to write in my journal. I was joined at the table by an Englishman named John and a young Filipino lad. We began to talk. John was not feeling well as he had just arrived from England and was a little jet lagged. His Filipino friend was from Manila, so I asked if he could recommend a place to buy a cell phone. I was not going to screw around this time with used phones. I had heard that a phone in the Philippines is essential and that the country is just crazy about text messages. He gave me some confusing directions. I tried to write them down. Rafy, short for Rafael, was getting confused himself telling me the directions. John told him that he should just take me there himself. He said he was not feeling well, and that we could go while he was taking a nap.

I thanked both of them for the help and Rafy and I departed. Rafy informed me that he had met John over the internet. John apparently had a homosexual lover other than Rafy and that he and John were just friends. Rafy was definitely gay himself and walked in an overtly effeminate matter, but I did not mind. I appreciated his help with getting a phone.

We went to a local mall first and I hit an ATM. After that we boarded the metro. It was rush hour and the subway was just crammed full of people. It was like the red line after a Cubs game in Chicago. The security was tight getting in as they checked anyone with a bag due to the Abu Sayef threat. I could see why as this subway would be a great place to inflict many casualties at one time as the subway stops were just filled with people. It would be like the Madrid bombings.

I successfully bought a phone for seventy dollars brand new. They said they would buy it back for fifty dollars, so it was like renting a phone for twenty dollars for three weeks. It seemed to work perfectly, so I was happy with my purchase. On our way back Rafy brought me into a famous Catholic church. The devotion to Catholicism was evident the moment I walked in. The church was pretty crowded for a weekday evening. They had a likeness of Christ in a glass window and his feet were sticking out. There were many Filipinos bowing by this likeness and praying. A line formed past it and people touched the feet that were protruding out of the glass.

We returned to the pension and John had emerged from his slumber. We were on the patio talking and Roger emerged all happy because he had received his passport. He asked if I wanted to go get some dinner. I asked John and Rafy if they wanted to accompany us. John demurred as he was still a little tired, plus I think he was waiting for his lover. Rafy decided to join us. We hit the boardwalk, which is a series of restaurants along the bay front. After dinner we went back to a few bars near our pension. The Filipinos really love Western rock music. Every bar we entered had someone performing rock music. They were all pretty good to. I was leaving for Angeles city the next day and Roger was heading to Palawan, so we got home and got some rest for our mutual departures the next day.

Arriving in the Philippines

Next morning I said goodbye to Gick and took a taxi from the hotel to Kho San road. I had bought a shuttle to the airport for one dollar and fifty cents. I bought a few things at 7-11 and headed to the stand to wait for the taxi. There were three other travelers in the car with me. Two Japanese girls and I think either an Englishman or an Irishmen.

The cab driver asked us if we to take the regular roads or the toll roads. I told him I had no idea. I figured that was your job to figure that out. He said that the toll would cost more. I told him I had no more baht left. I only had enough for the departure tax. He went on the toll anyways and then before entering the toll gate began to ask for more money. The girls in the back had none either. The cab driver began to get visibly upset. Finally, the Englishman in the back took off his earphones and asked what the problem was. He got this annoyed look on his face and dug into his pocket and saved the day. He handed over the baht to the driver and berated him for his greediness. The taxi was supposed to be 60 baht each paid up front with no extra charges. It was unfortunate to leave the country on such a low note, but I was not going to hold several million Thai people accountable for one unprincipled cab driver.

I was shocked getting through security as it was pretty tight. I had my bags checked going through the security checkpoint and then also before boarding the plane. Welcome back to the world of Al-Qaeda I thought. One of the reasons I chose the countries I have traveled in so far was the peaceful situation of each of the countries. Southeast Asia is for the most part pretty stable and with not many extreme terrorist or militant groups. Thailand has a small Muslim minority in the south that from time to time causes problems, but for the most part is a very peaceful country. The Philippines of all the countries I was going to travel in has the largest Muslim minority and they have been known to cause some problems. For the most part this group, called the Abu Sayef, is limited to the southern island of Mindanao, which I had no intention to visit, so I was not worried. They have been known to kidnap and bomb other areas of the Philippines, so that explained the tight security. I was also to find out when I arrived in Manila that there had been some recent problems with the Abu Sayef , which also explained the tight security.

Arriving in Manila was a little crazy, but every new major airport is. I managed to navigate the immigration line with no problem. My next order of business was to set my ticket for my departure to Japan. The Philippines has an automatic twenty-one day visa for staying in the country without an official tourist visa. So I had to leave in three weeks or apply for an extension. My ticket to Japan was originally set for March 23rd, which would only give me a week in the country. I was told that I had an open ended ticket and could adjust my departure for any date up to six months from when I originally purchased my departure for. There was a Japanese air office in the airport here, so I reasoned I might as well take care of this now.

I found their office and in ten minutes I had a new ticket for an April 7 departure to Japan. I also obtained a departure from Japan to home for a week after. I have nothing but great things to say about Japanese air. They were incredibly efficient; everyone who worked for them that I had any contact with was very friendly and accommodating.

Then I went outside and found a taxi. A man in an SUV offered me a ride for 300 pesos. He then drove past check off place where a couple of uniformed police were orchestrating the taxis through. There was a warning in my guide book about unauthorized taxis robbing tourists, so I was a little skeptical about this arrangement. I approached the policeman and asked if it was safe to take a ride in that SUV. He shook his head and flagged down a cab, and I got in. This cab ended up breaking down on the way to the pension I was planning on staying at, but he flagged another one for me and I paid him for part of the ride and gave the rest to the other driver.

I checked in to the pension and got a room for five dollars, or a bed, in the dormitory section, which was basically a dorm room. I picked a lower bed and took a nap. Once I awoke I met my bunk mate who slept above me. His name was Roger and he was from England. Roger was having a little bit of a crisis. He had lost his passport and wallet with credit cards while walking down by the Manila bay front. He was a pretty experience traveler in the Philippines, so he was a good source of information. He was there for several weeks, but he was being detained in Manila until he got his financial and passport situation under control. There are some nice things in Manila, but no one who comes to the Philippines wants to spend too much time here as it is crowded. However, Manila is the hub of Philippine travel as all ferries and planes and buses go through here, so I found it necessary to spend quite a bit of time here while I was going back and forth to other places.

Roger and I went out for dinner at the closest McDonald’s. I felt kind of lame, but I went two months and one week without American fast food, so I figured I could let my standards down. We then went to a local bar called the LA café. There was some good music being played and the San Miguel beers tasted pretty good. Roger turned to me and said that he thought he knew this guy coming in. A littler later he motioned to this guy and he came over and said hello. He was a fellow Brit named Richard and Roger introduced him to me. It turns out that Richard lives in Angeles City, which was a place I was considering a visit to on my way north to the rice terraces of Banaue. I told this to Richard, and he said excitedly to come on up and visit. He gave me his number and said that he would get me situated in a good hotel. It is always nice to have a contact when you are visiting a new place. Roger and I had a few beers and called it a somewhat early evening.