SM Lagro, Quezon City
Friday. Aug. 18 -
This was our last morning in Dumaguete. We woke up a bit late and decided to eat the fruits we had left - a whole marang fruit, a few bunches of tart lanzones and others. Instead of going into town to pass the time we decided to just stay in the compound to spend time with our relatives. First with Bootsie and husband, Ramonette. They showed us around their house and talked story with them. Second with Aunty Cherry and her maids, Lina and Judith, to have some "butong", young coconut, snack before Aunty Cherry goes to the hospital for a check up. She definitely looks great and acts normal, she no longer laughs and cries but rather she respond to anybody who talks to her. Next, we visited with Aunty Grace and lastly, with Andy (PingPing was still under the weather). Andy had asked Edwin, our caretaker, to open more butong for us. We sat under the tree in front of the Shalom house and had our snack. The weather was nice and refreshingly cool. By 12 noon, he drove us to airport, less than a mile a way.
At the Dumaguete Airport, we met Johndie Flavier, our old friend from Church who is also the son of Senator Johnny Flavier. He talked to us about his organization that helps men be educated about vasectomy - to help with the over population problem in the Philippines. He is not actually a barrio doctor like his dad but he's got the drive and motivation to help the local Filipinos. He and his wife, Patet, help this organization called C-Men (I'll post the meaning of this acronym later).
Back in Manila after an hour and 5 minutes, we took a cab out of the airport. About two miles, the cab driver said his brakes weren't working so had us take another cab. Some cab drivers pretend that their vehicle is not working because they actually do not want to travel to your destination if it's traffic. They simply will tell a lie to get out of driving you. The second cab we took almost got us to our destination only to have his vehicle die in the middle of a busy highway, C-5. We were fortunate to have crossed that busy area to find another cab. Finally,he took us out of our desperation and requested that an additional PHP20 be paid on top of the metered fee. Oh, boy. What an inconvenience really! That's one of the reasons I seldom take cabs here because you can never tell if the driver will take you all the way to the destination or something might happen in between. One cannot relax until you've reached the place. Anyway, I'm just so glad that we were light travelers and we didn't have big luggages with us.
The cab dropped us off at the University of the Philippines College of Education where my mom works. There we waited an hour or so for my brother to pick us up and bring us to Lagro. Peter and I refused to take the public after that experience with the cab transfers.
Finally in Lagro, we were able to relax and talk story with my mom about our adventures in her hometown of Dipolog and our experiences in Dumaguete as well as show her all the pictures we took on the trip.
Friday. Aug. 18 -
This was our last morning in Dumaguete. We woke up a bit late and decided to eat the fruits we had left - a whole marang fruit, a few bunches of tart lanzones and others. Instead of going into town to pass the time we decided to just stay in the compound to spend time with our relatives. First with Bootsie and husband, Ramonette. They showed us around their house and talked story with them. Second with Aunty Cherry and her maids, Lina and Judith, to have some "butong", young coconut, snack before Aunty Cherry goes to the hospital for a check up. She definitely looks great and acts normal, she no longer laughs and cries but rather she respond to anybody who talks to her. Next, we visited with Aunty Grace and lastly, with Andy (PingPing was still under the weather). Andy had asked Edwin, our caretaker, to open more butong for us. We sat under the tree in front of the Shalom house and had our snack. The weather was nice and refreshingly cool. By 12 noon, he drove us to airport, less than a mile a way.
At the Dumaguete Airport, we met Johndie Flavier, our old friend from Church who is also the son of Senator Johnny Flavier. He talked to us about his organization that helps men be educated about vasectomy - to help with the over population problem in the Philippines. He is not actually a barrio doctor like his dad but he's got the drive and motivation to help the local Filipinos. He and his wife, Patet, help this organization called C-Men (I'll post the meaning of this acronym later).
Back in Manila after an hour and 5 minutes, we took a cab out of the airport. About two miles, the cab driver said his brakes weren't working so had us take another cab. Some cab drivers pretend that their vehicle is not working because they actually do not want to travel to your destination if it's traffic. They simply will tell a lie to get out of driving you. The second cab we took almost got us to our destination only to have his vehicle die in the middle of a busy highway, C-5. We were fortunate to have crossed that busy area to find another cab. Finally,he took us out of our desperation and requested that an additional PHP20 be paid on top of the metered fee. Oh, boy. What an inconvenience really! That's one of the reasons I seldom take cabs here because you can never tell if the driver will take you all the way to the destination or something might happen in between. One cannot relax until you've reached the place. Anyway, I'm just so glad that we were light travelers and we didn't have big luggages with us.
The cab dropped us off at the University of the Philippines College of Education where my mom works. There we waited an hour or so for my brother to pick us up and bring us to Lagro. Peter and I refused to take the public after that experience with the cab transfers.
Finally in Lagro, we were able to relax and talk story with my mom about our adventures in her hometown of Dipolog and our experiences in Dumaguete as well as show her all the pictures we took on the trip.
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