Wednesday, August 5: Buses, Buses, Buses!!!

One of the few things I actually didn't like about the Philippines was its lack of infrastructure and accessible transportation (obviously I've been spoiled by my time in Korea), meaning that when you wanna travel it takes a long, long time. This was our dilemma as we parted from Malapasca Island. In order to arrive at Moalboal, our next destination and near the south coast of Cebu, at anywhere near a respectable hour, we decided to depart from Malapasca on the 6:30am bangka. Early, I know, but it had to be done. 8-9 hours later (30 minutes to shore, 5 hours by bus to Cebu, 10 minute taxi between bus terminals, then another 3 hour bus ride to Moalboal), we arrived near our destination. Now anywhere else that much transportation would be pretty penny, but since it was the Philippines we paid 10 bucks (2, 2, 3, and 3, respectively). The funny thing is you get used to the really cheap prices and throw a shit fit over having to pay 5 bucks for a 3 hour bus ride instead of 3 bucks by the end of your trip. Nothing too crazy to report from the bus ride. My legs hurt from 8 hours of being driven into the seat in front of me, which I expected. Jamie nearly wandered off onto a jeepney going in who knows what direction, but that was also expected. Overall, the trip went incredibly quickly given all we had to see. Hell, I probably could have spent another 8-9 hours staring at all the fields, rice patties, valleys, mountains, villages, etc.

Now on to Moalboal. Now, Moalboal itself was not where we intended to stay, and with good reason. It was run down, dumpy, dirty and had absolutely nothing to do. Our true destination were the resorts and beaches outside of town, alongside the coast. We just had to get there. Time to call on the Bat Bike. Or that's what it felt like. This was my first time taking the motorcycle with passenger side car mode of transportation, but I liked it. I couldn't help but feel like Burt Ward (Robin actor from the original Batman TV show for you non-nerds) racing to combat crime, even though my knees were again smashing into the wall in front, the bike was only going about 10 mph in order to navigate the massive potholes, and I didn't have a weird, homo erotic relationship with my Batman, the middle aged Filipino driver (yet). Soon we arrived at Panagsama Beach, where all the resorts are situated. Our driver quickly directed us to a fairly nice resort, and we quickly scooped up the room when we found that all the nice amenities came for only 22 bucks a night (and we shared a room, so it came to 11 bucks a person). Again, the pictures will do a better job of showcasing what we had to work with. For 22 bucks a night, we had a single bed and double, tiled floor with fans and AC, nice bathroom, electricity 24 hours a day, a cozy little balcony, a pool across the street and the resort's restaurant/bar across the street as well. Not bad at all. After taking it all in, we moved to the restaurant/bar for some much needed refreshments and who should we meet but Graham, our old buddy.

Well, not really old buddy. Graham was a tourist who we happened to chat with at breakfast one day while still in Malapasca. He is originally from Scotland, but has been teaching English in Turkey for the last 12 years. Given how much we teachers in Korea hate our jobs on certain days, we are always curious about pay, working conditions, etc. for English teachers in other countries. He was on vacation with 2 fellow British Isle teacher buddies working in Istanbul and their Turkish friend. Jamie was in heaven, finding some true blue Brits after a year of associating with primarily dirty Americans in which to talk about British things, like British bands that no American has ever heard of (probably with good reason), cricket, rugby, and snooker (a crazy British billards-like game). Exciting. They also enjoyed making fun of my improper English ("Hey Eric, what do you call the stuff you put on a sandwich with jam?" "What, peanut budder?" "No, I think you mean peanut butt-er. hahahahaha" ouch, that hurts). I was most interested in the teaching situation in Istanbul. The group really seemed to enjoy working in Istanbul, as 2 had been in Istanbul for 12 years and were married, while the other had been there for 3 years and was planning on staying. In general, their job situation seemed to be the same in regards to the job, the pay, the vacation, and the living arrangements in the country. However, it did sound like Istanbul is more open and accepting of foreigners than Korea, at least at this point. Both Jamie and I were very interested in giving it a shot, Jamie possibly next year and myself further down the road. Regardless, they offered to hook us up with jobs were we to ever try Turkey. Not a bad fall back plan, if I do say so. Kicks the shit out of "Uhhhhhh, I don't know. Live in my parents basement?" as an option if I didn't get the Seoul job. Not surprisingly we spent the rest of the evening playing pool and drinking at the bars nearby. It's hard, but somebody's gotta do it and then brag to their friends back home about it. Have no fear, I will be that guy.

Pics: Album 1, Pictures 66-83 (Resort pics attached to next post)

Now for something completely different

Well, as a break from vacation recounting, lets discuss the massive changes to yours truly's life since coming back from vacation. And as I'm currently writing this from inside a massive apartment in a quiet area of Seoul (not an oxymoron, I swear) with a good looking job, it would appear that a great many things have indeed changed.

But before I could move into the new job in Seoul, I had to vacate the one in the sticks. Surprisingly, the transition went quite smoothly. The drama, for once, wasn't involving them. Right before I left for Japan, I received a letter from my recruiter who was desperately trying to get a hold of me (on vacation for two weeks with sparse internet, which he did know beforehand) because my application process was on hold because I hadn't submitted a letter of release and proof of employment yet. Cept on the application paperwork it said that those particular documents weren't due until the first paycheck for my new job. So I naturally started to worry until the next day or so (the recruiter mailed the letter on the 14th, I received it on the 16th and got his email on the 17th), when I checked email at Collin's place to find out that, ohhh, the recruiter just called up my school and asked them to fax it over. Face. Desk. Thud. Problem solved. Well, until I arrived home Sunday night to read on the Korea blogs that SMOE (my employer) had just cut 100 jobs out of 600 fall positions as of last Wednesday without much rhyme or reason. Naturally, I was really worried and pissed about the late notice (I don't like 1 in 6 odds). I emailed the recruiter as fast as possible to get a response and he said Monday morning that he was sure that my job was secure, but that I should call SMOE to be sure. Well, when I arrived home Monday evening and turned on my phone to call the SMOE lady, I was bombarded with several text messages from my recruiter. One that I read said "Job cannot be secured. Call SMOE." I freaked out, naturally. Thought about calling our contacts in Istanbul for a possible job there, if I really was sunk here in Seoul. I turned on my PC to check my email and saw that the recruiter had sent a message. This message said "If you don't call SMOE by tomorrow morning, then the job cannot be secured." What the recruiter had done was break up his e-mail into 3 separate texts and sent them. They just were separated in a way that ended up giving me a heart attack. Christ.

So I called SMOE and yes, my job was safe but I had to get my ass into Seoul to do contract signing stuff and visa extension, as I was illegally in Korea as of that Saturday. She was upset that she can never get in touch with me (sorry, its the boonies...we don't get phone reception at work) and told me that I should have scheduled my vacation better. I understand her frustration at not being able to contact me, but my hands were tied. Available weeks for vacation: 3. Weeks of vacation left: 3. Not much wiggle room. Now, I was obviously concerned with being allowed to leave school early on my last and second to last day, as I had asked to leave early once during the whole rest of the year. To my shock, they let me go with no hassle. Maybe since they couldn't squeeze anything more out of me, there was no use in being douchey about stuff. Who knows? Anyways, after 3 hours at immigration and a trip to the SMOE office I was all signed sealed and delivered to the big city.

The last day was a tough one though. Didn't think I'd be sad to leave, but those kids, they get to ya. Both of the older grades gave me little thank you and goodbye messages as well as flowers. The 7th graders went above and beyond, but they are like that. After I had said goodbye to them in English class, they pulled me into their Korean class and presented me with a mini cake, lots of party streamers and confetti and stuff, free hugs from any students brave enough to come on up (I had to bend down quite a bit for some of the little ones), and a short rendition of The Beatles "Yesterday", which they wanted me to finish for them (I had 'em swooning by the end"). Man, that was a good bunch of kids. Some of my favorites from their messages, 7th and 8th graders combined: "Goodbye my love, now send to Seoul. Oh ~ shit! Don't forget me! I can get you ~ haha sorry kidding. You are a very good and funny teather. I can't forget you! than good bye ~ hot pink~ (weird kid, I think the hot pink reference was to the color he wrote it in). "Hey. I sent an e-mail to you. you must send back to me. OK? you must give me your picture. I'll send my recorded voice. I'm a genius. P.S. Thank you for teaching bad words." ("The student" of whom much has been said. I think I'm okay with my legacy being the corrupter of young minds. Besides, now the children can swear effectively in Korean, English and Spanish. Broadening cultural horizons) "I remember you. You are very sexy!" (a male student....ohhhh Korea) "Good luck ~ Seoul is Hell. Here is good. Why go?" (Pretty much encapsulates the students feelings). Sadness all around, but I promised to come back and visit in October, so I will see the little buggers again.

Moving Day. My moving day was hectic to say the least. I decided I would further complicate it by traveling to 25 minutes away by car to watch a soccer tourney with Amy that her quasi-boyfriend was playing in. His tiny little town got smashed 5-0. I also happened to run into the soccer squad from town and they weren't terribly pleased that I had completely stopped playing soccer. I don't think I ever fully explained to the gym teacher why I stopped doing soccer and thus he didn't give them a very good explanation. But being the amiable group they are, they still fed me food and booze with the intention of getting me drunk at 10 in the morning. The strangest moment came when the "Casanova", the guy who ohhhh so long ago wanted to have the penis contest and who demonstrated that his cock was as thick as his arm, came over and just grabbed my junk. No accidental, went to grab for something else, and slipped or something. He just grabbed my crotch. I don't understand. Though I do find it quite funny that for as homophobic and anti-gay as Korea claims to be, they seem to have a lot of straight up gay behavior. Maybe someday they will step outside themselves and realize just how hypocritical they are. But the same could be said for everyone.

Once the game was over, I, with assistance, hailed a taxi back to Yangpyeong by noon. Giving me a total of 1 hour to pack up until the gym teacher arrived to collect the key and phone. Smooth move Eric. In the end, the gym teacher showed up quite late and I was moving like a mother fucker. Total time from absolutely nothing packed at noon to moving out: 2 hours and 30 minutes. Beat that. Course I only had to watch the stuff 2 minutes away to Jethro's apartment where I was holding it for the time being. With everything packed up, it was on to Seoul to rendezvous with the new co-teacher. When I did finally did meet her, I was shocked. Young, attractive, friendly, pretty good English, and easy to talk to. I've met the yin to my former teacher's yang. Her perfect opposite. Just lucky that I would get both. I think I will enjoy working with the new girl. My apartment was in the Southwest of Seoul, but only 20 minutes or so from the major central areas, so no complaints on the area. We chose to take a taxi from the subway to the apartment, even though it was only a 20 minute walk. Yup, 20 minute walk from apartment door to subway. 5-10 minute bus ride from subway to school, which run every couple of minutes. 12 minutes by subway to my capoeira area. 30-40 minutes to my Korean class. Can't ask for much more in location. Then we got to the complex. Wow. Wow. Wow. Now, apparently my school was unable to find an apartment for me, and that's a good thing because I was placed in the dormitory at the Seoul Teachers Training Institute, a complex where Seoul Teachers come to attend workshops, especially for English teaching, as there are several Foreign Teachers who work here teaching teachers. Now, for once in my life, luck was on my side. Not only did I not get my job canceled, but I ended up at the dormitory that only a handful of people get into. Like 20 or so out of several hundred. Let's describe the complex. As you enter you see a full sized grass field for whatever you want (after a year in Korea you would appreciate a legitimate green lawn too), and a swimming pool that is available to use (for a small fee). After moving beyond all the various office buildings you find the dormitory, which houses a legitimate laundry room (washers and dryers!!!!! hooray), a rec room with a ping pong table and pool table, a small fitness room with a decent amount of equipment, and a computer room with free internet (too bad the other wankers living here are always one, so I've yet to actually use it). The apartment itself: massive, compared with my previous apartment and our living conditions back in Madison. Big living room with TV, small stereo system, desktop computer, sofa, and plenty of shelves/bookcases/storage. The kitchen? Kitchen table for 4, monster refrigerator, and more cupboard space then I could possibly use. The there's the bedroom with its massive wardrobes and American (aka soft) mattress. Ohhh did I mention there is a freaking mountain right next door. Yep, 2 minutes walk and I've got all the hiking trails and nature I could possibly want. Plus, I actually get to see tons of green looking out my window. And I can't hear anything but crickets and cicadas. I'll get pictures up soon when I actually retrieve my camera from Jethros.

Having seen the apartment, the co-teacher showed me around to try and find some groceries. 5 or so minutes walk in the opposite direction that we arrived and we hit a major row of apartments and stuff. Thanks to the nearby apartments, the area boasts just about everything I'll need. Small grocery store, video rental store, screen golf, plenty of restaurants (there is a "French" restaurant there and I must try it to see just how bad it might be), plenty of bars, plenty of "barber shops" (wink), post office, cafes and whatever else I may need. I found out that were I to ever get really lazy, my grocery store delivers in case I can't possibly carry the carton of milk the whole 10 minutes. My co-teacher was shocked that I was carrying the groceries home. She seems to be easily impressed with even the slightest feat of strength, toughness, endurance, etc. Which I guess is good because I'm being told I should sleep with her. Namely because she is attractive and speaks English, which says a lot for my standards if that's all it takes. Once we parted ways, it was back to Yangpyeong to pick up the next load of stuff. Moving sucks alot when you have no car to use and have to go from apartment to bus station, ride bus to Seoul, carry it down and through and on and then out of the subway, then back to the apartment. One load of shit on Saturday and 2 on Sunday and I was nearly done, but rather tired.

Finally we come to my new school, Namseong Elementary School. 20 minute walk down the hill to the subway, then 10 minute bus and I'm there. If I ever feel lazy, I can catch a shuttle bus that runs every few minutes between the complex and the subway. The school itself is built on a hill that gives a really cool view over a part of the city. Don't worry I'll take a pic. The school itself is old and cramped, but they are building a new one right behind it, which I'm told we will move into next year. My vice principal and principal are both friendly and lovely older ladies, but I'm afraid their eyesight seems to be very lousy, as they kept talking about how handsome I was. As for the fellow teachers in the office....all ladies. Seems like I'm one of the only sausages at the party. Ohh darn. Now who am I gonna get way too drunk at all the school functions with, sing with increasing volume and decreasing skill, then interact awkwardly with all the still sober female teachers? Shucks. School functions are just not going to be any fun any more. My school was quick to ask me the most pressing of questions, namely if I was married. which coupled with their interest in whether I thought my co-teacher was beautiful, does make you wonder their intentions for me. Is it just me or do you hear the girls from Anatevka singing "Matchmaker, Matchmaker"? Maybe its just me. Overall, everyone seems very friendly and less serious (maybe cuz its elementary school) than the previous school, I only meet each class once a week (so I should only have to design one lesson plan a week for each of the 4 grades I teach), and both of my co-teachers seem like they will be fun to work with. We shall see.

No Pics at present, but soon. Soon!

Tuesday August 4: Whole lotta Nothing.

As the title suggests, I did nothing. That's not to say that it wasn't absolutely wonderful. Doing nothing on a lovely island with sparkling (that's right Korea, shit is actually sparkling in the Philippines!) seas and beaches is a whole hell of a lot better than doing anything most other places in the world. I woke up around 8 or so, then hit the books, well book, till noon, only stopping momentarily for food. The book of choice was Orhan Pamuk's supposed masterpiece, "My Name is Red". Good stuff and terribly ironic that I would be reading a book based solely in Istanbul and written by the only Turkish author I know of, given the role Istanbul and Turkey plays in this vacation (Foreshadowing!!!!). Once the book was finished, I had to find something else to do. I settled on sitting in the hammock and laughing at all the people still working back in Korea or the States. I take joy in others misery. Deal with it. After several hours of vegging and thinking about how much better I am than everyone else, I decided to get off my lazy ass and do something constructive today. I chose to take a run, cuz that's certainly something and I should probably try to keep my fatty self in shape during the vacation. I only lasted 30 minutes due to the oppressive humidity and hot, hot sun (couldn't possibly be because I'm out of shape. Not possible. Nope). Now, I'm sweaty and tired. Where could I go to cool off? Ohhh, right. The ocean. You know, the one 2 minutes away from my cabin. So convenient. Spent the next few hours till it got dark just sitting in the shallows getting pushed back and forth by the waves, like a 6 year old. Not sure what adults are supposed to do at beaches. Talk to the office on their blackberries? Talk about the market over a coffee? Fuck that. Nothing happening at the beach outside of a few older or unattractive Westerners with a way out of their league Filipina (can you say Prostitute?). With the sun down, I headed back to the cabin to meet up with Jamie for dinner and drinks.

At this juncture in the story, Jamie started whining. Now, I know this is terribly hypocritical of me to make mention of someone else's whining given my reputation in the field, but I'm a hypocrite, so this is just how I roll. Apparently during the previous evening, several mosquitoes found their way inside dear Mary's mosquito net and bite him a very large amount of times. He estimated around 300. I concur. I ended up with only 10 or so during our time in Malapasca, so I must have done something right or Jamie was doing something ohhhhh so wrong. Mosquito bites suck, they itch and everyone hates them, I get that. But scratching them incessantly until they open up and possibly get infected and then bitch about them to everyone around you for the next week doesn't help. He also wouldn't stop talking about how bored he was. He spent the entire day sleeping basically cuz he was bored. Who deferred all responsibility for deciding what we were going during the vacation, read all the information he was offered about Malapasca, then signed off on the whole isolated, quiet, island in the middle of nowhere thing? Exactly. I could have stayed a little longer, but for Mary's sake I decided we should leave the next day.

Guess I could talk about the cool little cabin I was staying in, but the pictures can probably explain it better. Just a cozy little wooden cabin with a short double bed and the ever so helpful mosquito net. The bathroom was functional, which is really all I can ask for on a island in the middle of nowhere run on generators that usually didn't work. Lowered expectations. Spent most of my time on the porch or in the hammock. Everything I could ask for for 10-12 bucks a night.

Pics: See Album, Pictures 61-65

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Monday August 3: We're Here!!!

As mentioned at the tail end of the previous post, we didn't sleep all that well the night before thanks to the rooster who wouldn't shut the fuck up. Needless to say, we were happy to say goodbye to Maya and finally reach our desired destination. The only thing in our way was the bangka ride across to the island. Bangkas are the standard mode of water transportation and given the design, with its bamboo pole supports to keep the boat steady, they have been for the past 500 years or so with little change outside of a engine. Now, as you can see from the pics, these boats don't instill the greatest confidence in their sturdiness and seaworthiness, but its all they got, so I shut my mouth. After the disaster on the ferry to Jeju (where I lost 150% of my bodily fluids, my boxers and what was left of my dignity, granted it wasn't much), I was rightfully concerned about my sea legs. No problems though and 30 minutes later we were on land at Malapasca. Now this was my first real experience being in any of the big touristy areas of the Philippines (but I imagine its like any other place where the visitors have loads of cash and the locals have almost none), so I was unprepared for the bum rush of people that greeted us as we disembarked. "Do you need your bag carried?" "Where are you going, sir?" "Do you need a room?" "Do you already have a reservation?" "Would you like to rent a motorbike?" "Do you plan on snorkeling while you are here?" "I know a great dive shop I can take you to if you like." We were more than a little dazed and confused, but we eventually chose a guy to show us to some rooms. Once we were settled in our 10 dollar cabins (can't beat it), we decided to grab some grub, then headed off for some snorkeling.

As an aside, Malapasca Island itself was incredible. It's just a tiny little island off the north coast of Cebu that literally takes only 2-3 hours to walk all the way around. There are absolutely no cars, so everyone either walks, bikes, or uses dirt bikes if they really need to move. The various settlements are scattered along the coast at various parts of the island. The major village is situated on the south end where the traffic arrives from Maya. This area is the only part of the island with an actual paved road and also features a legitimate church with basketball court with frequent pick up games. This is the only section of the island that features homes built from stone or concrete as the rest of the island houses less sturdy, more traditional wooden huts. There is zero industry or cash flow, save that from tourists. Everyone works in one way or another with the tourists. Working the resorts, running the numerous restaurants for the tourists, dirt bike drivers, boat operators for snorkeling or diving, dive instructors and operators, small convenience stores owners who sell almost exclusively to the tourists (how much use are the locals gonna get out of the numerous hygienic products for sale when they appear to shower themselves at community wells?). As for the sights, wow. Just wow. The water: perfect. The beaches: perfect. The entire island: quiet, simple, secluded, isolated. My dreams of being a hermit/recluse have been realized. Ohhh, and they only have electricity from 6pm to 6am, as everything is run on a generator. And the generator was frequently broken. What more could I ask for?

For our snorkeling venture, we were randomly paired with...imagine that....a Korean in order to fill up our boat and he didn't have anyone to go with and didn't feel like paying for the boat all by himself. His English name was James and he is from the city of Wonju, which is about an hour east of my town by train. He was about my age, having already served his military service, and was working in the Philippines over the summer before going back to university in the fall. Cuz Jamie and I emit massive amounts of cool (mostly me though), James decided to hang out with us for the remainder of our time on the island and our 2 became a might triumvirate. Once on the boat we were able to get some good views of the island. Final verdict: still gorgeous. It was quite windy that day, so we had to move our boat around quite a bit to find a calm piece of water in which to clearly see the coral below us. In some spots the reef was only a few feet below us. Being the Philippines, they weren't too strict about protecting the reef, as our captain would just chuck the anchor at random into the reef and we could get as close to the coral as we wanted. Our of the crew was a rather unshapely (or if he had a shape I would describe it as "American from Wisconsin"....you know what I mean) man who insisted on wearing a tiny little Speedo. I spared you any pictures of that. You are most welcome. In the end I realized that snorkeling is not for me, as I cannot breathe with just my mouth. Obviously when snorkeling, you breathe through the tube thingy (the official technical term) while your nose is covered up in the face mask. So every time I would suck in air through the mouth, my enormous European honker of a nose would desperately try to draw in air, but there was no air to be found inside the face mask, and my body would then instinctively begin to freak out to try and get air. What a mess. I eventually gave up snorkeling and just began holding my breath while paddling around. Much freaking easier.

Once snorkeling was over, we wandered around the island for a while, taking plenty of pics and taking in the sights around us. Still pretty. Later on, after dinner, Jamie decided for lack of anything else to do, he would start drinking again. Can't really blame him, as once the sun goes down you can eat and drink. That's about it. Now remember that before the vacation, Jamie said he would only drink seriously for 3 days. Here we are on vacation day 3 and he's drinking heavily for the 2nd day (I'll give him the benefit of the doubt on the day in Manila). Tonight he tried something different, as Tanduay Rum (the local rum that everybody drinks) and Coke were plentiful. 1.50 and 2 dollars apiece, respectively. You heard right. A bottle of rum costs less than a liter of Coke. Enjoyment for hours. We three drank the night away (well, really the other two and I just watched them get progressively more drunk and Jamie begin to tell the same stories over and over and over), then crashed at the late hour (at least for our vacation) of 11pm. Hey, you'd be crashing too if you started drinking when it went dark at 5:30pm.

Pics: See Album 1, Pictures 15-60

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Sunday August 2: Onward to Paradise

After all the fun we had had in Manila, we were reluctant to leave, but the beaches were calling and you can't find them (at least any good ones) in the capital city. We got up quickly and ate breakfast and hustled off to the airport to catch a noonish flight. Problem was, they don't run flights all that often from Manila to Cebu, especially during their off season, so the soonest flight we could catch was at 4pm. We were at the airport by 11. Fuck. How to pass the time? Easy, teach Mary (for those of you who don't know him, Jamie and Mary are the same person, long story behind it, just felt like clarifying) Korean. He made me promise him I would teach him the alphabet as he has a 50 dollar bet on whether or not he can read Korean once he returns from the Philippines. Plus, he's offering me 50% of the winnings if he wins the bet. I've been paid much less for much harder teaching. At the present day, I still don't know if he won the bet or not, but I have faith he pulled through. Or at least he better have. I don't work for free.

Anyways, we eventually got on our flight and were in Cebu before it. Whole hell of a lot of waiting for a 45min to 1 hr puddlejump of a flight, but that's life. By the time we got through the airport, we realized we were fucked to get to Malapasca Island tonight, as its a 5 hour bus ride up there and its already 5pm now. We decided to hop the bus as far as it would go that night, then find some place to crash along the way. We quickly boarded a cab and asked him to take us to the North Bus Terminal. I can't tell you how much less stressful it is to work with cabbies that can speak your language and know which buses from which terminals go where. It was a necessity in Manila as there was no central bus station so I basically got in the cab and said "I wanna go to _____. What bus station do I go to?" and the cabbie did the rest. Lifesavers. Once we got to the bus station, we realized that Filipino bus stations aren't quite as nice as the ones in Korea, though given what we saw of Cebu we should have assumed it. Cebu was just a grimy as Manila with less nice, respectable areas and practically nothing to do outside of shopping. We moved through quickly (but not before I picked up an absolutely to-die-for Dolce handbag...gorgeous!). We were pleasantly surprised to find that our tickets for the 5 hour bus ride were....wait for it....2 dollars and 10 cents, roughly. We are gonna run out of money at this rate. The bus ride went rather quickly, as we had plenty to feast our eyes on during the whole trip. From lush mountains and valleys to rice paddies for miles to villages big and small, we pretty much got to see it all on that bus ride, as you can see from the blurry pics I took from the bus. Our progress slowed considerably about 3.5 hours in, as our paved road suddenly wasn't paved anymore, making transport bumpy and slow. Finally, around 10:30 or so, we arrived in Maya, hungry and tired. The locals directed us to the only hotel of sorts in town and it was there that we met the 10 year old who blew my mind with her English level. She was the daughter of the owners, who spoke a little English and directed their daughter to show us to our rooms upstairs. Once we got upstairs, she opened up Jamie's room and heard an "Oh shit" escape from the room. Did she say that? Sure as shit she did. While we were waiting for her to clean the rooms, it quickly became apparent that this girl can talk. Sure, sometimes her accent would be kinda weird and she would say something that sounded a bit funny, but we were speaking to her at normal speed with all the weird quirks and idioms that we usually reserve for other native speakers. She didn't skip a beat. She had learned it all on her own too, from self study and watching TV, with no instruction at school (yet). Even more shocking was when I found out her favorite TV show is the Korean drama "Boys over Flowers" that had swept through Korea (and the rest of Asia it appears) like a plague back around March or so, infecting anyone and anything under the age of 20. We talked about how cute Lee Min Ho was and who her favorite characters were, etc, etc. Crazy. Eventually she stopped talking and we asked her to get us some beer. She charged us 2 dollars a beer, which we felt was a little steep for the Philippines, but still pretty damn cheap. Cept she came back with Mega bottles. These guys were at least 3 regular bottles worth of beer. Jamie bought 3. Little bit of foreshadowing, but this will come back to bite him. Next was to find some grub. Sadly, Maya has absolutely nothing for food (or anything else for that matter), especially not at 10pm. Thankfully the bakery was open so we grabbed some weird pastry things and settled down on our balcony for a quality meal of booze and greasy bread products. Yummy. Soon after we crashed in our much too small rooms. As you could see from the pics, the small Asian sized beds went from wall to wall. Can't ask for too much for 8 bucks. Yep, I paid 8 bucks for my room. Jamie paid 16 bucks cuz his room had AC, which didn't turn on till about 5 am. Hahahah. Cept, nobody told us about the rooster that lived outside the window and began crowing off and on every few minutes starting at 3 am or so. Which meant that every few minutes or so I would wake up and then go back to sleep. Jamie couldn't ever get back to sleep and gave up trying around 5 am. We were happy to get out of Maya the next day.

Pics: See Album 1, Pictures 6-14

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August 1: The Adventure Begins

Well, the vacation began just like most of the other ones: crashing in Seoul the night before so I can make my flight. Well, it nearly did. I got my flight times for the Philippines and Japan mixed up and was on my way out the door when I finally decided to check my flight times and realized I was leaving 3 hours later than originally assumed. But I did remember my passport this time.

After a brief stopover in Seoul to meet up with Jamie and Chris and grab some grub, Jamie and I headed on to Incheon (but not before shedding numerous tears about being away from my Chris for a whole 2 weeks). Incheon was fast, efficient and effective, like always and we were through in no time at all. The only hangup was when I attempted to mail my documents for me new Seoul job. The recruiter asked that the documents be sent via FedEx or some other courier rather than standard old snail mail, I figured I would save some time and send the package from the FedEx stand at the airport (I researched this shit). No problems, right? Only the FedEx stand is at the shipping airport terminal, which is apparently nowhere near the airport I happened to be standing at. Crap. After deliberating, I decided to just mail it using the Korean post office stand at the airport. I'm starting my Seoul job next week, so I guess it worked.

6 or so hours later, we arrived in Manila. 2 hours to Hong Kong, brief layover in Hong Kong, then another 2 or so hours to Manila. Other than Jamie asking me every 5 minutes (at least it felt like that) what time it was since he didn't bring a watch, it was a uneventful flight. As soon as we set down in Ninoy Aquino Airport in Manila, I knew we were in for something different here. Hell if your international airport is as divey and dirty as Ninoy Aquino is, imagine what the rest of the country will be like. Needless to say, I was excited. Exiting the airport I ran into my second point of frustration with dear Mary: his hopeless lack of direction or destination. It was like traveling with a infant. Sure he didn't wander off whenever I turned my back, but he would just pick a direction and go. Sometimes it was right, usually it was wrong. I understand going the wrong direction in a place where the signs are in a language you don't speak, but everything was in English. When the clearly visible signs say the taxis are to one's right, why go left? Thankfully, he was completely okay with me making each and every decision on the entire trip, so there was no repeat of our drama with being the "chief" whilst in Tokyo. Soon enough we found a taxi and were on our way to our hotel room in Manila to sleep for the evening before boarding a plane to Cebu the next morning. We chose the Malate area on the recommendation of my Lonely Planet book (love those babies) and off we went. During the 30 minute cab ride (which cost a whopping 10 bucks, I think), we were able to get a good grasp on Manila. It's dirty, polluted, slummy, dangerous in certain spots, sprawling, difficult to navigate and exactly what we were looking for as a foil to Seoul. We loved it. I like Seoul, but its usually much too nice, too high class, too well lit, etc. Manila is much more my style. Once settled in at the hotel, we headed for the nearby bars to drink as we had fuck else to do at 10pm.

The bar we selected was more than divey enough for us. Pretty much a iron awning over a bunch of shitty plastic lawn chairs, they hooked us with their 27 peso beers. That's 50 cents. That was the cheapest we found in our entire trip. Not like booze was expensive anywhere, though. We quickly realized the culture of street vendors and street peddling that is nonexistent in Korea. You need a smoke? You need a lighter? You need a newspaper? Can you spare some change sir? Explains why the bar had security....not to kick folks out but to keep vendors from getting in. How divey was the joint? Well, when Jamie asked for the bathroom, the waiter guy showed Jamie around to the back of the building and pointed at a brick wall. Ladies did at least have a toilet. The oddest moment of the evening was when a sketchy old man wandered up and tried to sell us some stuff in small boxes. At first, I couldn't tell what is was, but once I got a closer look, I burst out laughing. Mother Fucker. He was trying to sell us boxes of Viagra and Cialis. Yep. He was also selling unwrapped condoms. Somehow I just don't trust either of the products given the source. Must be my spider sense or something. We politely declined. At last count, I was offered Viagra on 4 different occasions. I really must be giving off some massive "I need as much help as I can get" vibes or something. Jesus. To close out the night, we spied on the two Korean ajosshis (middle aged men) sitting next to us. One actually inspected and eventually bought a condom off the vendor, then tried hitting on a couple of local girls using a mix of English and Korean (which they didn't understand). Classy.

Pics: See Album 1, Pictures 1-5

Preface to the Vacation

A few things to mention before plunging into the recount of my vacation:

1) After seeing how unwieldy and long the posts recounting my trips to Japan and within Korea got, I've decided to break up the posts by day. Some days won't have much to say but it should be much easier to read. Plus, I really wanted to artificially inflate my numbers of posts and this should do it nicely.

2) I like the Philippines. Thought I'd get that one out there really early. I like it alot. Sure there are many, many things that need to be improved, as the Philippines would probably still be considered a third world country by most estimations, but there are many things to like. Personally, I like it more than Korea. Obviously just my opinion, but my argument is thus: The Philippines has better weather (perfect weather all year round), its much prettier, much cheaper, with much more to do and see, the English is much better (so almost everything is much easier for English speakers), the people are friendlier (Koreans are mighty friendly but Filipinos really, really go out of their way to help), the beer doesn't taste like piss water, the food is much more conducive to my stomach (can't go wrong with grilled chicken or other meat), and the attitude is much more conducive to me (everything is just much slower and more relaxed than Korea with much less emphasis on work, work, work). Then there's their women. Filipinas are approachable (the greatly improved English helps, but they don't pull the coquettish, shy, "I'm just an innocent little girl" act that is so frustrating), they have a figure (you know exactly what I'm talking about), and they are not afraid to approach men or make the first move (all the women that Jamie met at the clubs in Manila approached him). Plus there is the remaining Spanish influence due to their colonial domination for several hundred years. I've never been to Central and South America, but I imagine that they would feel similar to the Philippines in many ways, which is to say that the Philippines feels nothing like Asia and that is a very good thing for me.

3) English here is really good. Really, really good. I would take any random Filipino off the street over my current co-teacher to teach English speaking. Hell, I met a 10 year old girl who spoke near fluent English just from watching TV and home study. I don't think I will ever see a country with such a seamless integration of two languages. Everywhere you say English and Tagalog. TV shows, radio programs, whatever had a host that could and would just flip between the two at a moments notice. All the English language shows from the States appear without subtitles and all their national newspapers appear in English.

4) Korean influence is everywhere, at least while I'm still in Asia. Korean restaurants, Korean TV programs, Korean tourists, Korean music on the radio. It was everywhere. Hell, they were just as crazy about the "Boys Over Flowers" drama as Korea was, and their current Top 10 countdown for music featured 2 Korean songs (at #1 and #5).

5) No matter what I did while on the vacation, I couldn't shake this feeling that something was lacking from my vacation, that something was missing, that I hadn't really got absolutely everything out of this vacation that I could have. It could have been any number of things working together. Heavy rain and landslides that kept me from seeing some of the more beautiful mountain ranges, spending too much time just lounging around the beach and our resort when I wanted to get out and wander around, spending too much time in transit to this place or that place, rather than actually doing stuff, and also a travel companion I grew tired of (I love Jamie, but I got a little sick of the guy by the end....I'm sure he felt the same about me).

Now down to business.