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  • Day52

    Mabuhay Manila!

    October 19, 2017 on the Philippines

    We had become somewhat part of the furniture by the time our 12 hour stay at Vancouver airport had ended. We had planned to go to the on-site aquarium but this turned out to be merely the official shop for the city aquarium - a crushing discovery. With no budget to shop with we retired to the ‘observation deck’ - a big windowed area overlooking the runways. Reading about the Instrument Landing System that Sharlene was so keen to find in Toronto quickly grew old, so we resigned ourselves to a long read of our books.

    So Philippine Airlines; after reading some reviews online, the polite and friendly cabin crew are apparently the saving grace of the airline, however this was not our experience. A young hostess pottered down the aisle serving meals from the trolley and glanced over to me with an expectant look. Appearing confused, she then actually asked me what meal I wanted and abruptly handed over an odd concoction of beef stew and pasta. Although the offer of water throughout the flight was virtually non-existent (I think twice in the first 11 hours), the films on offer were unexpectedly decent, and we crammed in as many as we could before our inevitable deaths from thirst. A Philippino lady next to Hugo asked us about our trip and warned us to ‘be careful’ when in Manila - the broadness of her warning made it sound very ominous. Mabuhay! Thirteen hours after take off we came in to land at Manila airport, although the extra 2 hours flight time hadn't gone unnoticed by the passengers. With no explanation, or even announcement by the pilot, as to the extended flight, we joined a queue in arrivals of people with only 30 minutes to board their connecting flight, or worse still, who had missed their onward flight.

    After a very disorganised and confusing passage through border security, we made it to the equally chaotic arrivals hall and sought the advice of a very unenthusiastic guy at the information booth. The police directed us to a taxi and Hugo demanded to know the price of a drive into to the city. The driver ignored the question, chatting away as we got into the taxi. On the third attempt at the question (a little more emphatically this time) we were passed a card that quoted $45 and suspicion immediately arose. Having already set off, we said we wanted to get out as we were not willing to pay that much, to which he replied something along the lines of 'oh you want cheap taxi’ and ushered us out at the petrol station, without demanding payment thankfully. We then swapped into a vehicle offering the trip at the more reasonable price of 200 pesos - about 4 dollars. We joined a traffic jam and conversed a little before a young boy of no more than 8 years repeatedly knocked on my window. The taxi driver told us not to give any money and leaned over to lock my door, before handing over a few coins of his own. As we passed a few hotels he informed us that Trump would be staying in one of them in November. Poor city. We disembarked at Manila Bay and walked to the rather unpleasant smelling harbour. Shortly afterwards the heavens opened and we decided to take cover in an unassuming cafe. We were handed menus and failed to identify any of the unfamiliar dishes, looking to the young waiter to tell us what each contained. We opted for some sort of pork dish and a local seafood speciality, still unsure what to expect. The pork was yum but the seafood was probably an acquired taste. Refuelled, but with no further knowledge of any sights to see, we decided to walk the hour trip to the mall. Of course we hadn't accounted for the unbearable heat. As we sweated through the streets, it became apparent that there were only three occupations for Filipino men, namely labourer, taxi driver or security guard. Security/police were at the entrance to almost every building and on every street corner. Besides two police, we watched a guy hop on a motorbike and shove an object down his pants. We looked at each other in alarm and horror to confirm what we had just seen. He had concealed a pistol! We skirted into an air conditioned convenience store and cautiously sat to have a drink and consider what had just happened. We hastily marched to the mall and went air-conditioning hopping between shops. This included a B&Q style shop with a staff member singing live karaoke over the shop speakers and a disproportionate number of staff (at least 2 per aisle) milling about with nothing to do. Hugo found himself drawn to a stand selling only mozzarella cheese sticks, temporarily died and went to cheese heaven. We did a spot of clothes shopping in Uniqlo and then negotiated a taxi back to the airport. We commented how similar it was to India - ramshackle vehicles including the 'jeepney’; a kind of brightly decorated tin bus crammed with people, and few road rules to govern them. Local street vendors lined the roads with their string vests rolled up to their chests and shanty towns made from corrugated tin popped up periodically.

    Our wait in the airport was a slightly frustrating affair akin to being herded like cattle into the next pen. After clearing security and settling down at the gate, we were told that we would have to vacate the seating area as they would be setting up a security zone. We were ushered to the edge of the room while they put up the cordons and then had to queue to go through a security check (again) to get back to the same seats we had been lounging on for the last hour. We also had to abandon our water bottles and finish our meals (that we had bought in security!) One guy behind us had just bought a can of coke, only to find himself chugging it to get back in. Never have I had to show my passport to get to the toilet (which was outside the new security zone). We were just happy to get on the plane without a third security check.

    Although a fleeting visit, we were somewhat glad that was all it was. Not somewhere we will return to anytime soon, although I'm sure the more rural areas and beaches are worthy of a visit!
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  • Day16

    Streets of Manila

    December 7, 2016 on the Philippines

    Cars, pedestrians, scooters, bikes with side cars. All moving as one symbiotic unit. Horns and whistles.. hollars and hellos. Something happening in every single nook and cranny. Like if the space isnt used it will just disappear.

    All moving with haste and purpose. Frenetic and metered... Tolerant but not unaware of the thin layer of permanent sweat covering everything. Like so much dust shining.. sunbeams through the slats of an old barn. And power. Power running every which way... Masterfully stolen by modern day circus Robin hoods.Read more

  • Day122

    Day 122: Conference Day 1

    October 15, 2016 on the Philippines

    First day of the conference today. After a quick Jollibee's breakfast we headed over fairly for the start of formalities - keynote speeches from both the CEO of TBEX and another well-known blogger (who I'd been chatting too at the Wednesday night drinks, funnily enough!).

    As there were several seminal/presentation-type things on at the same time, Shandos and I agreed to split up and cover as many interesting ones as possible. So today I went to sessions about making compelling video content, social media research and using drones for videography, while Shandos went to the ones that interested her.

    Later in the day were some speed networking sessions which I didn't partake in (I'm not a real blogger, you see), so I just hung around outside the room getting to know other people. We were starting to form a decent sized group by this point which was nice! Everyone is fairly unpretentious and welcoming - different from the cliquey behaviour you get in Sydney all the time.

    Tonight's party was back over in Makati City at Raffles, and was put on by Travel Massive (a community of online travel bloggers that Shandos has been part of for a while). Although it originally wasn't supposed to be, suddenly it was an official Conference Event which meant we were chauffered there in 25 seater minibuses with a police escort clearing traffic for us - we got there a bit quicker than the other night!!

    It was also pouring rain at this point due to an incoming typhoon. It wasn't expected to be a serious one, but you never know what the weather's going to do in this part of the world. Anyway we got to the party quite quickly, paid our 800 peso ($25 AUD) for "Happy Three Hours" and got stuck into the Singapore Slings. Chatted to lots of people here as we were both far more comfortable with the whole socialising business - surprisingly it takes time to get used to other people when you've spent months only talking to your spouse!

    Stayed out a bit late again, home by 11:30pm, but it was a great party and lots of fun. Definitely better value than Raffles in Singapore where we paid $28 AUD for a single drink!!
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  • Day123

    Day 123: Conference Day 2

    October 16, 2016 on the Philippines

    Tired and hung over today, but it's the last day of the conference so we have to make it count. Back on the shuttle bus (this time accompanied by a Kiwi PhD living in Nepal who I'd been chatting to the night before), and arrived at the conference later than yesterday but still in time for the opening speeches.

    First we heard from a VP at Agoda who talked about his visions and plans for the future, followed by the Philippines Secretary of Tourism to welcome us. She was supposed to speak on Saturday but apparently wasn't well.

    Today's sessions for me were: writing expert hotel reviews (not just the junk you see on TripAdvisor), how to use Snapchat, and a super interesting and inspiring one about Hyperlapse videos which sort of blew my mind. What are Hyperlapse videos? You'll have to wait and find out!

    In between we also had a lunch session done Filipino style - we all ate standing, with our hands, using banana leaves as plates. Difficult, but you get the hang of it pretty quickly. Some tasty stuff there, but as I may have said before - there's a reason you've likely never encountered a Filipino restaurant.

    More speed networking which I sat out and just hung around chatted, before the closing keynote from Patricia Schultz, author of "1000 Places to See Before You Die". It was interesting, though she had a slight tendency to ramble a bit. And with that - TBEX was over! Only remaining order of business - the closing party!

    The party was at Chaos Nightclub in "City of Dreams" - a large entertainment development attached to the Crown Casino (even over here we can't get away from friggin Packer). Took a while to get in since all 500+ attendees showed up at once, but once in we got stuck into the food & beverages provided. It was done in an Oktoberfest theme, with lots of German food (bratwurst, saurkraut, pretzels, schweinhaxen etc), and gigantic steins of German beer. They also had a couple of live bands playing which added to the atmosphere.

    Loads of fun dancing, drinking and eating and just generally making merry with all of our new friends. But alas all good things must come to an end, and eventually we were getting back into a shuttle bus around 11pm and heading for the hotel. Although my conference is over, Shandos is going on a FAM trip (media trip) and needs to be at a hotel near the airport at 6:30am tomorrow morning.

    Yes - I'll be flying solo for a week!
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  • Day32

    29.- 30. päev- Manila Baywalk

    February 4, 2017 on the Philippines

    Järgmisel päeval oli 3 eesmärki- hankida süüa, leida adapter pistikute jaoks ja käia kuskil jalutamas...

    Ärkasin suhteliselt varakult üles ja kohe pessu... et ikka täie raha eest oma sooja vett nautida. Arvake mida mul ei olnud?! Sooja vett loomulikult, okei lähemal uurimisel sain aru, et see boilerimoodine asi oli OFF'i peal, keerame kohe MAX'i peale ning saabki alustada. Tegelt ei saanud veel, sest see vesi nagu ikka ei läinud kuidagi soojaks. Kõht oli nii tühi, selleks hetkeks ma ei olnud juba üle päeva midagi söönud ja külm vesi tundus väga okei, ega ma mingi pirtsutaja ei ole. Astusin värske meelega oma "hotellist" välja ning hakkasin ümbrust uurima. Märkasin kohe ühel poel kollast silti- Office... no nendes kauplustes müüakse kõike, ma tean küll. Sealt saingi endale selle vahejupi pistikute jaoks, ise olin endaga nii rahul.. ma olen ikka nii nutikas 😂 Järgmine kollane silt suunas- Yellow Cap Pizza, see on ka midagi mulle. Ma olin võimeline kõik suured perepitsad ära sööma. 😆 Samuti ei olnud mingit tahtmist hakata katsetama kohaliku toiduga, pluss Manilas ma ei julge eales midagi tänavalt süüa, enne nälgin. Läksin siis pitsat sööma, relvastatud valvur tegi mulle ukse kenasti lahti ja astusin sisse. Kõht korralikult täis poogitud ning õhtuks pool pitsat kaasa võetud, vaatasin mis edasi. Muide neid relvastatud valvureid on igal pool. Päris veider on ringi käia, kui mingid tüübid automaatidega sulle vastu jalutavad. Tahaks kohe küsida, kas te sobivad koolitused olete läbinud nende relvade kasutamiseks 😎 Ma kohe räägin ära ühe oma parima seiga.

    Sattusin USA saatkonna territooriumile jalutama. Natuke kōhe ka, sest tegelt päris seal ma vist ei oleks tohtinud niisama jalutada. Siis hakkas minu poole tulema üks ilgelt suur jōhkard, üle ōla oli mitme realine automaat, mōtlesin, et nüüd läheb seletamiseks...Olime juba kohakuti, kui tema naeratas nii et valged hambad välkusid ning ainus asi, mida ta ütles oli:"Morning ma'am". Oh see oli kergendus 😂 Ja etteruttavalt vōin öelda, et tähelepanu puudust mul siin Manilas just ei ole...

    Edasi läksin Rozal Parki, see on jalutuskäigu kaugusel ning tundub tore koht olevat, kus hommikul natukene pead tuulutada. Liiklus on siin jube nagu ikka, aga jalakäijate roheline foorituli on väga äge... Väike roheline liikuv mehike ning mida vähemaks aega jääb, seda kiiremini mehike jooksma hakkab 😄 Ainuke tore asi, mida Manila tänavatel nägin... Jõudsin pargi väravateni ja mida ma alustuseks nägin... Magavad inimesed... puude all kõikide oma kompsudega. Mitte üks-kaks inimest, vaid puualused olid täis. Esimene vaatepilt oli ennast rahuldav mees. Ma sealt värvavast ei hakanud sisse minema, otsisin uue. Imetavad emad, mängivad lapsed, täisid otsivad paarid... seal oli kõikeeeee. Magajatel oli vihmavari siis katteks ette tõmmatud. Suundusin rohkem väljakute ja muruplatside poole, seal tundus olevat ka mõned mälestusmärgid jne. Park ise oli suur, aga ilust oli järjekordselt asi kaugel, amortiseerunud ja väsinud nägi kogu see kupatus välja. Pargi merepoolses otsas oli veel Ocean Park. Kõndisin isegi usteni, aga siis mõtlesin, et alles ma ju delfiine käisin vaatamas ja hülgeid olen ma näinud küll ja küll- ei ole vaja siin raha raisata. Ja ma juba ennustan, et Filipiinide eelarve läheb täiega lõhki. Läksis hoopis hotelli tagasi, et kõik nutiseadmed täis laadida ning vaadata, mis seal tööjuures toimunud on.

    Olin oma kolm eesmärki kenasti täitnud, kuid tundsin puudust kohalikust netikaardist. Tuvastasin, et minu lähedal peab olema üks suurem kaubanduskeskus. Mitte mingi hübriid, vaid meie mõistes natukene suurem. Sealt võiks midagi ikka leiada. Google map'i järgi suundudes juhtub tihtipeale nii, et see suunab mööda väikeseid teid, mida mööda vb kohalikud ülde ei käigi. Minu kõrvaltänavas/naabertänavas inimesed käisid küll, aga lisaks sellele nad elavad seal. Mitte nendes majades, mis seal ümber on, vaid noh tänaval ikka. Järjekordselt magavad nagu ikka... pesevad end ja riideid, lapsed jooksevad paljalt või riides, kõikvõimalikud koduloomad, tehakse süüa, ollakse niisama, kustakse, lõigatakse küüsi, silutakse oma rasedat kõhtu... KÕIKE ja seal sitasel tänaval. Nad elavad ja magavad absoluutselt igal pool. Kes tahab näha videot, mida ma salaja tegin, enda kodutänavast siis võivad küsida.

    Aga kauplus ise oli enam-vähem. Neli korrust, kino, palju söögikohti, poode, toiduosakond jne. Leidsin ka ühe leti, kus müüdi mulle kohalik sim-kaart. See oli küll kallim kui Balil, kuid toimib ning peaks edaspidi veel toimima 30 päeva. Turgutasin end veel ühe värskelt pressitud sidrunimahlaga ning võib minna kodu poole. Väljas oli juba jälle pime ja õhtu käes... ehk aeg proovida seda värskendavat dušši (sooja). :D

    Pidin jälle pettuma, kuna see veemasin ei olnud end ikka kogunud. Läksin alla ning kurtsin enda muret kuuma veega. Algul taheti mulle anda termos kuuma veega, eieieiei.. sellega ma küll enda pead puhtaks ei saa. Siis tuli keegi natukene adekvaatsem tüüp vaatama, mis mul toimub seal. Siis tuli järgmine tüüp... Mõlemad kontrollisid mitu korda ja selgus tõsiasi, et veemasin on katki. Toimus toavahetus, pakkisin oma kodinad jälle kokku... Teine tuba oli samasugune konku, ainult esimesel korrusel ehk kōik mida need tüübid tänaval tegid kostus korralikult mulle voodisse. Ütleks tuppa, aga tuba oligi üks suur voodi.

    Järgmine päev olin jälle natukene ahastuses. Tegelt mulle üldse Manila see pool ei meeldi, mida mina nägin. Kindlasti on seal kuskil hea ja tore ning kōik on hästi... aga minul jäi see nägemata. Terve selle aja, kui ma seal viibisin, oli ikka ütlemata tülgastav olla. Rōhutan jälle, et see on ainult minu arvamus ja selle pōhjal palju vōi vähe ma jōudsin kahe päevaga näha.

    Hommikul läksin mere äärde promenaadile jalutama. Peale jalgratturite ja kohalike seal väga kedagi ei olnud. Kōik jalgratturid teretasid, vahepeal tuli neljast ilmakaarest -Mooooorning, ma ei teadnud, kuhu vaadata vōi mida öelda, siis väiksed poisid veest püüdsid ka veel oma tähelepanu ja lehvitasid. Need inimesed ei ole halvad, kes tänavatel on, iga teine ikka teretab ja mina aina naeratan. Aga nad ei ole minu jaoks meeldivad. Käin seal ringi tobe irve näos, kuigi sisimas tahaks lihtsalt kiiresti ära.

    Meri haises, ilmselt oli see hais tingitud ka sellest, et seal promenaadil toimus samasugune elutegevus nagu mu tänaval. Olin puuvilja karbi kaasa vōtnud, et söön seal hommikust, aga ei olnud kohta kuhu istuda. Ei tundunud väga hea mōte süüa seal, kus teine inimene ennast kasib. Jalutasin jahisadamani, seal oli vähe lahedam. Mōned kalamehed püüdsid kala ja mina istusin pollaril ning kirjutasin ühte neid sissekannetest. Tükk aega kükitasin, et kōik kalurid saaks ikka enda isu täis vaadatud. Täna üldse haises igal pool, ilmselt sellest, et päike paistis. Promenaad, tänavad, poes ma pidin lihtsalt hinge kinni hoidma, et mitte seal samas oksele hakata.

    Söögiga on neil üldse nii, et kōik on kohutavalt magus. Selle toa vahetuse stseeni eest pakuti mulle järgmine päev tasuta hommikusööki- riis, muna, vorstid. Need vorstid olid kōige jälgemad asjad, mida ma maitsnud olen. Minust jäid need sinna taldrikule. Vorstid olid magusad, rasvased, roiskunud maitsega. Sama lugu oli ka söögikohas, kus ma ōhtust sōin. Käisin seal samas poes ühes kallima välimusega kohas- riis, lihavardad, jällegi jäi see kōik sinnapaika. Lisaks ostsin värsket avokaado mahla, arvake ära mis oli nii magus, et seda ei andnud juua. Värske vōis see olla, aga suhkruga üle valatud...

    Päeval ma ostsin endale uued lennupiletid järgmisele saarele. Ütleme nii, et hetkel neid ostes tuleb ikka kohutava väljaminekuga arvestada. Lisaks ei saa mina aru , kuidas osad saavad öelda, et Filipiinidel on odav. Siin on kōik 2x kallim kui Balil. Üritan mingi aeg teile Bali kulutuste postituse ka ära teha...

    Olen nüüd vist kōik hingelt ära saanud ja vōin eluga edasi minna...

    👣- Manila Baywalk
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  • Day122

    Coron die 2.

    March 13, 2017 on the Philippines

    Ich verbrachte die letzten 12 Tage so wie man sie besser wahrscheinlich nicht verbringen hätte können.
    Ich wohnte bei Charlie (der Filipino mit dem Plastik Projekt) auf Coron, wir zelteten an Menschenleeren Stränden, machten Motorrad Touren zur anderen Seite der Insel, bestiegen Berge, fuhren mit dem Boot raus um paradiesische Lagunen und Stränden zu besuchen und mit schwärmen von Fischen und Schildkröten zu Schnorcheln, und natürlich unterstützte ich ihn auch bei seinem Projekt. Was heißt wir säuberten 2 mal Strände von Müll, wir weihten wieder die Kids die dort lebten ein und nahmen ein paar Freunde oder Gäste mit. Außerdem hat Charlie mittlerweile seine festen bars und Restaurants wo er Plastik Müll abholt und bei sich im Haus trennen lässt. Ja genau, lässt. Er wohnt mit 3 anderen zusammen, einem Mädel, seinem Bruder und einem kind. Außerdem helfen noch 2 andere die dafür essen bekommen. Der Müll wird getrennt, das Plastik anschließend geschreddert und in Plastik Flaschen gestopft, daraus entstehen Prikkets woraus dann mal ein resort entstehen soll in spätestens einem Jahr.
    Da glücklicherweise zu meiner Zeit Charlie's Geschäftspartner (sein boss der in das alles investiert) nicht da war, hatten wir viel Zeit für uns und die Insel.
    Also hatte ich viel Zeit in das typische Leben einer philippinischen Familie reinzuschnuppern, Kinder hat hier in meinem Alter meistens schon jeder mehrfach, auch wenn sie dann nur bei den Schwestern, Omas oder Tanten wohnen. Arbeiten ist sowieso eine Moral für sich, da meistens einer das ganze Haus durchfüttert, da der Zusammenhalt sehr stark ist gleicht es sich aber durch zB den Haushalt schmeißen und kochen wieder aus. Gekocht wird noch traditionell im Freien mit offenem Feuer. Zu meinem Nachteil kommt die Tierhaltung hier, da die Welpen keinerlei Erziehung genießen wird überall hingemacht, zwei mal sogar in unser Bett (oder besser gesagt Matratze), und Ameisen gehören leider zum Alltag wie die Hühner die Tag und Nacht den Wecker spielen. Aber im großen und ganzen bin ich froh und dankbar über die Erfahrung mal wieder gemerkt zu haben mit wie wenig Menschen auskommen und trotzdem glücklich sind und wie ich diese Art von leben eigentlich bevorzuge, und natürlich über das Dach über dem Kopf für umme.
    Da ich jetzt 4 Tage in Manila hab weil das blöde Boot nur 2 mal die Woche von Coron wegfährt habe ich Kontakt zu einer deutschen aufgenommen die ein Projekt hat indem sie arme Kinder unterrichtet. In den Philippinen kostet es die Eltern was wenn ihre Kinder zur Schule gehen, da sich das vor allem in Großstädten nicht alle leisten können hört sich das für mich sehr interessant an und ich hoffe ich kann meinen Beitrag dort leisten.
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