To continue from where I've left off, John and Virgie had decided to give us a lift to a nice spot to rest our weary heads. They inform us the festival we are here to see was the week previous as they just make the day up each year. Bleedin' Philippinos!
Driving through Bacolod traffic (There's like one set of traffic lights in the 7,100 islands, so it can get messy) and having a grand old chat with two perfect strangers in the back of their car heading to a place that may not even exist.....
*BANG*
No it's not a scene from Adam West's Batman, we've really been hit, by a fellow motorist, he's driving a tricycle. John gets out to review the damage. The little fella has plowed into the back of the jeep we're passengers in. But it's okay as his excuse washes with me.
"Sorry, but I have no brakes"
As cool as anything, real matter of fact, the best thing is that he has no money. He offers to fix the damage as he works as a mechanic. Yes guys, a mechanic driving round the company trike with no brakes.
ONLY IN THE PHILIPPINES!
After we sort out that business we finally reach the hotel and christ on a bike is it nice! 1,000 pesos a night works out at 16 euro, at the time, which is better than the 150 a night you'd probably/most likely pay in Dublin. John's mate Tony is staying there aswell. He's a bit eccentric but absolute top bloke. We pay a visit to their mansion which is so big they have to carry walkie-talkies so they know where each other are. If only Virgie used her one.
A trip to Mambucal,with the English is next , another poxy volcano. Before I go any further, yes I lost my new sunglasses up there and shouted out in anger as if it was the mountains fault. I also got bad sunburn. B is mad for her butterflies and luckily enough there was a butterfly farm there and there was a big unguarded pool of boiling water, from the heat from the volcano, next to this. Kids running everywhere. Health and safety how are ya?
It had been about 2 days so in my books that's 2 days, too long so we search out a tiny shack selling Red Horse (oh-ohhhhh) in the middle of this jungle. They're going down like water and I'm talking more nonsense than usual, all is right with the world. It's hard to put into words the banter between John and Tony, two fifty plus (or sixty minus?) men in shorts and flip flops talking about how much they dislike the Phillies, but continue to live there coz they couldn't be arsed moving home.Can't really comment too much more on the night as lack of memory is causing problems. Damn chicken.
Done other cool stuff, like went to Paanad stadium, home of Bacolod United Football Club, I'm a freak for football grounds. The local endangered species centre was taken in aswell, cats, monkies, flying foxes. The usual. Me and B took a stroll to the local shopping centre and got stuck into Dunkin' Donuts, which would become a pattern for us, every day. Really. My goal of having McDonalds in every city I visit was going well, I was usually the runner after a hefty night out, the following morning for Mackers, Ferreo Roche and Sprite as B was usually incapacitated. Bacolod was a good spot, full of wild nut cases, mainly the reason I felt so at home. After this place we were heading for Cebu via San Carlos and Toledo. Bus, coach, ferry, coach. Whopper. Better than working of a rainy tuesday. A strip club may have been hit in the 4 days we stayed here, it also may not have.
Mind Fuck.
Tomorrow I'll talk about getting to Cebu, annoying kids and more Bernadette-isms.
It's Fucking on Now Chaps.....
FTA.
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