Articles tagged with: fly
Photo Walkabout and Karaoke Horror
It’s 6:30 p.m., an unusual time for me to fire up the NEO, but I have been ambushed by the horror of the Philippines once more: karaoke. I don’t know how people in this country can live like this. I find the tension is like living on top of an armed nuclear weapon. You never know when the darn thing will go off. It can …
Creatures in the Philippines
Still on the island of Biliran. Still raining. There were downpours last night that I thought would sweep away the building. The rain hits the roof with a deafening sound that builds and builds and builds. This hotel sits on the edge of town and I get beautiful views across green fields into trees and villages and then on to the mountains. The fields are …
Trip Preparations – Tent Waterproofing, Philippines Visa
Sunday March 10, 2012
On my Chinese New Year scooter trip, I noticed that the waterproofing on my tent was coming apart. The tape over the seams had turned brown and was peeling off and disintegrating. Worse, the inside of the fly felt tacky. I did a bit of reading online and people said that this tackiness meant that the waterproofing was breaking down. This happens …
Tapdancing Giant Flies and Other Wonders – A Performance at Wenshan Theater
Saturday December 1, 2012
9:37 a.m. 7-11 on Chang-An Road in Taipei
I am at a second 7-11 very close to my apartment in Taipei. I thought I’d give my usual one a break and hang out at this second one. It’s December 1st. It’s not pouring rain right now, but it is still gloomy and overcast. Sprinkling a little bit. It is supposed to rain all …
008 – Mantigue Island & the Giant Clams Santuary
Thursday April 7, 2011 7:05 a.m.
Jasmin by the Sea, Camiguin, Philippines
I have Mozart playing on my little speaker, water slowly coming to a boil in the pot, and a motorcycle sitting outside waiting to take me to some new small adventures. Hard to know how things could be any better.
There is one way I would improve on the situation – and that would be not …
034 – Gomando
“Father, father, where are you go?”
Five minutes into the new day and I already had my first entourage of children. They didn’t call me “ferenji”, however. Not even “you you.” It seems I’d been promoted. I was now “father.” “Father, father, where are you go?” cried the children.
All in all I thought it a great improvement. The ‘father’ denoted a certain respect and the ‘where …