To be honest with you, there hasn’t been all that much to write about, over the past few weeks. This is not a bad thing, to say the least. However, I suspect that this will change with the advent of the rainy season (which started sometime last week, I think). Currently, we’re preparing for a rather large tropical storm that has folks a bit concerned. This is my first rainy season out in the Provinces. Unfortunately, this is where most folks meet their demise during typhoons and whatnot. But that’s mostly due to mudslides and such in the more remote, outlying areas. I live near the resort town of Subic and the house I currently live in is 20 years old – so no major worries. In any case, I’m told that typhoon conditions are a bit milder in this area, due to the mountainous borders. No matter how you slice it, I can’t imagine anything worse than the typhoon that flooded my home, in Pasig. That one forced us to stay with relatives where I was subsequently attacked by giant flying cockroaches. Lovely.
But, I still need to work and a power outage is almost assured. So, today, we ordered a gas-powered generator that we’re scheduled to pick up in the morning. It’s nothing fancy – just enough to run the computer, a fan and the fridge. We’ll see how that works out.
Living in the Philippines will make you do some interesting assessments of your ability to adapt. I guess that’s why I see so few foreigners out here. I’m told they live all around, but I have come to doubt the perceptions of the locals. If you took 20 foreigners (from Europe and the U.S.) and placed them in one of the nearby towns, they would probably consider it an “invasion”. My next door neighbor is German – but he spends a lot of time on the road (he’s currently in South America – no jokes, please). Every now and again, I’ll see some aging foreign guy over in Subic (which caters to tourists) – but that’s about it. One may find this odd, since it’s so cheap to live here. But everything has its price. Sure, you can get a live-in servant for eighty bucks a month. But it’s a bit tough to tell your maid to clean up the house by candlelight. I’m exaggerating, of course. The power only goes out two or three times a week.
In all, I’ve come to the realization that no matter where you live – there’s always the good and the bad. Here, I think the best part is being able to slow down and look at all the fruit trees on the property while eating dinner on the porch and watching the sunset. Eventually, I guess I will come to understand the workings of this culture and the completely different way that the people think. But that’s okay – I have all the time in the world. Unless, of course, I’m listening to Harold Camping (or the Mayans)…