It seemed there was much to do in this place and I sipped an icy beer in my usual way and gazed at the sea with islands here and there breaking its surface. It was a chill pill experience and I was really happy to be here.
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MANILA AGAIN AND ONTO LAKE TAAL AND ITS VOLCANO. PHILIPPINES.
I saw the owners son coming down the hill on his bicycle holding a hapless chuck by its legs flapping its wings wildly. A wicker basket with salad veg and herbs was attached to the back. The fat chef pointing at my approaching very alive bird shouted ‘Your dinner!’ grinning happily, I grinned back queasily.
MANILAS National Art Gallery and Palawans Tau’t Batu. PHILIPPINES.
Before hunting, they would seek blessings from the god or spirit caretaker of animals by offering animal-shaped wood carvings as a replacement to the real animal. For instance, they offer a blyok-biyok or carved wooden pig in exchange for a wild boar.
MANILA: START OF MY PHILIPPINES ADVENTURE.
I had arrived early morning after a dreadful day coming in from Bangkok., so had slept most of the day in crisp white sheets and black out blinds fully blacking me out. When finally I opened my peepers it was early evening so you can imagine my shock when I walked out on the streets I saw hard core bars with girls hanging around every corner.
BANGKOK HERE I COME! BYE INDIA!
But I don’t fucking know where I’ll be going, I don’t travel this way I wander freely. I book as I’m going along. I am a FREE SPIRIT” I whined, now even disgusted by myself, to the now decidedly frosty bitch from hell.
Old Bird Travels Solo! 