Monday, June 22, 2009

I'm speechless

Ridiculous things that need very little explanation:

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A meat-shop LITERALLY on the side of the road. Notice the fan with no blades for keeping flies away.


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These are individually, and hand-wrapped, tomatoes and onions


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A worker HAND-PAINTING the lane lines on the national highway. This was not just a touch-up job, he spent all day doing this.


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Two girls are assigned to wrestle a single cow to the ground. It takes about 30 seconds.


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A curious lizard on my kitchen counter


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Cure-all drops from the Great Salt Lake (we all know how clean and full of healing energy it is).


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I challenge you to figure out where to pee in this bathroom... (hint, it ISN'T the bucket).


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Probably the most disturbing statue I have ever seen.


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My workspace

Wednesday, March 04, 2009

An hour in the life

Over the course of a 1-hour bus ride on the national highway near my home in Albay I saw:

A pig
Rice being dried spread out on the road while cars zoom past
Old men sitting in front of small convenience stores staring at nothing in particular
A giant concrete pencil
Terraced rice fields in all stages of growth and planting
Fighting cocks being tested against one another
Both broken and working wells
Boys and girls holding hands indiscriminately
Trees used as lampposts/power poles
A truck with a giant picture of Jesus on the hood and the silhouette of a naked lady on the door
Men and women chopping things with large machetes
Concrete being mixed in the middle of the roadway
Painted school buildings with no books, chairs, teachers or students
A sign advertising a newly completed road where the name of the senator who funded the road is larger and more visible than anything else
A motorcycle with 5 people on it, none wearing helmets
Smiles with no teeth
Small stores (“sari-sari”) advertising Coca Cola and local beer at prices lower than bottled water
A dump truck that was welded together in someone’s backyard
“Decorative” (read: not functional) concrete columns painted baby blue and hot pink
Cigarettes with names like “Champion” and “Hope”
A female yogurt cart vendor taking a shit in a drainage canal
45 pound children fetching 5 gallon water jugs
Teens in school uniform clearing weeds with their hands
Stacks of cinder blocks weak enough to break with my fingers
Government-subsidized rice (people can’t afford it if it is more than $1/lb)
A cell-phone tower than has been recently rebuilt after being blown up by rebels; any company that refuses to pay their so-called “revoluntionary tax” gets attacked.
New water supply pipelines funded by the World Bank
Road signs sponsored by a local Chinese restaurant
People showering on the roadside wearing shorts
Naked babies
A woman carrying a 10lb+ roll of vegetables on her head
Vehicles with no mirrors, turn-signals, headlights or brake lights
Burning piles of trash
People hand-making fans from Abaca fibers
A group of men without shirts on getting drunk at a wake on $1/liter brandy
Dogs “stuck together” after having sex
$1.25/liter gasoline
The entrance to the city dump, flanked by people with sacks waiting to pick through the next delivery of trash
Hand-painted movie posters
Rotisserie chickens
Nursing students dressed in white pants, shirts and shoes without so much as a SPECK of dirt on them
Banks and pawn shops offering 15% APR interest rates
A giant Church of Latter Day Saints (Mormons) with the nicest basketball court in the province (that’s how they get new converts)
A statue in the fenced-in courtyard of the local church “Iglesia ni Christo” of an aborted fetus with painted blood on it and a sign that says “in memory of the unborn”

Monday, January 19, 2009

Jungles: concrete, abstract, vegetated

Conveniently, everyone I know has a calendar that starts in January and ends in December. This totally arbitrary system for keeping track of time has one distinct benefit: everyone I know is reflecting on the past and thinking about the future at about the same time. Since I like to know what people are doing with their lives, it is only fair that I share what I am doing with mine.

After 33 months of exclusively-Filipino experience in Southeast Asia, my girlfriend and I decided, through a complex process of pooling our pocket lint on a table to see if one of us would have to sleep with the pilot to get us on a plane, to go to Peninsular Malaysia.

Geographically, Malaysia is conveniently separated into two large pieces by the South China Sea. Malaysian Borneo is mostly Jungle and Elephants, Peninsular Malaysia, to the west, has these as well but is slightly better developed.

Culturally, Malaysia is a halo-halo (a Bikol word for mixture of completely random ingredients that don't necessarily share any traits whatsoever; conveniently, it is also a dessert) of Indians, Malays, Chinese, and both clean and smelly backpackers.

Mostly, the trip was a way to escape the food and noise of the Philippines for somewhere a bit cleaner, with deeper jungle and wilder animals.



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Oil money sure can make some REALLY nice buildings



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If aliens intend to contact rural Malaysia, at least we know they are prepared.



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Jess vs. the Elephant



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Monkeys!!!



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Monkeys taking pictures of monkeys!!!



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Even 5 ton elephants are no match for the MEGAFLICK



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SQUISH!!!



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That small child is having his hand eaten by a giant tentacle!!!



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The largest Buddha in Malaysia



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It could've been an Ent



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Another very SINuous tree (no pun intended, even though it WAS in a church)



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Hair for sale!




BEFORE YOU GO:

While Jessica and I were staying on Penang Island, the Pearl of the Orient so they say, we were located at a backpacker's hotel in the center of Georgetown. Jessica managed to get a fever and was bedridden for about 2 days. Over these days, I had to try hard to entertain myself; I didn't want to leave for fear of the paperwork involved in disposing of an American corpse in a Muslim country. I spent a good deal of time on one of two free internet terminals at the hotel looking for the appropriate forms and doing other things to pass the hours while the patient was sleeping. The last day we stayed there, I was getting ready to leave when a fat, round, ungroomed head throws itself at an awkward angle in between me and the computer monitor.

"Are you a YANK?" It belches

"Yes, I am. Why?" I respond with utter eloquence and humility

"That bloody explains it! I have been staying at this bloody hotel for 3 bloody days and every time I come out of my bloody room to use the bloody internet you are bloody on it bloody!!!!" It regurgitates after what was clearly several minutes of build-up before this encounter.

"Excuse me, I wasn't aware that you needed to make use of the efficient and currently-unavailable conveniences this marvelous establishment has to offer." I said with a touch of humility that could have changed the mind of a starving leopard looking to feast upon my angelic presence.

What followed was a pointless exchange where it was obvious that not only did he not actually want anything but didn't want me to apologize for having not done for him what I didn't know he wanted.


"Well, I'm sorry I couldn't help you out; can you please leave?" I say

"[ranting]... AND THIS IS WHY YOU YANKS ARE LOSING THE WAR IN IRAQ"

WTF?F?!?!?!?

Peace out and happy new year.

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Updates

I just spent christmas and new year's in peninsular Malaysia. 10 days of Indian food, jungle trekking, clean cities and ANONYMITY has made Page a happy Peace Corps volunteer. There is a full update to come later, but for now you will have to settle for some NEW PICS!!!

New Pictures: http://good-times.webshots.com/album/569621027sCqaMr

Friday, October 24, 2008

New Pics!

Time flies when you are having fun or doing construction work. In the latter, it seems like a quick-burning fuse attached to a keg of dynamite sometimes...

I met the US Ambassador Kristie Kenney today for lunch. She was in town doing some business and her people called my people. Lunch was good. The fish was overcooked.

There is a new batch of pictures for your personal consumption ONLY on my webshots account. No sharing. If there is one thing I learned in kindergarten, it is that if you share your blocks with little Billy, you will not have blocks anymore. Screw Billy. Just kidding, we all need blocks; but if Billy doesn't give the cool arched one back I am going to call his mom a poo-head.

http://community.webshots.com/album/568247064mFJTVq

Clif notes:

Animal Slaughter
Construction
Beaches
Recycled Handbags (Garbags)
Friends
Funny Signs
A Giant Warthog
Candid shots of the US Ambassador

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Penafrancia Festival, 2008

Some of you may remember my post on Penafrancia last year, but religious fervor comes but once a year. This year's theme is fanaticism!


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The local "out-there" sect of Christianity; the Lolas. Everyone who is a member of their highly exclusive club gets a set of clothing printed with the Lola message. I once saw a married couple that had matching denim jackets printed with the good word. So cute.


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One religious icon defended to the teeth by the Philippine Army. I don't actually understand what is going on here, mostly because of how unprotected the NEXT few icons were.


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Our lady of Penafrancia being carried through the streets by true believers. Touching the icon brings good luck. We, the Peace Corps 265 and 266 Bikol Male Volunteers, are now imbued with local luck after our run on the icon.


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The feet of the chosen


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I swear, I didn't mean to elbow him in the face. I was just showing him the scar I had from last year's festival.


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All these boats are tied together to tow the icon. Religion makes the best boat motor.


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The barge carrying "our lady" at the height of the festival's intensity.


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Faith still wont keep you from flipping your boat.


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We are religious in our ridiculousness.


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And, for no apparent reason, a crate of spraypainted baby chickens.

Tuesday, July 01, 2008

Full Circle

The Julia Campbell murder case which was a national sensation in 2007 has finally come to a close.

From the ABS-CBN Article:
Juan Duntugan, the suspect in the murder of US Peace Corps volunteer Julia Campbell last year, was sentenced to life imprisonment Monday after being found guilty of murdering the American.

Life in prison with no chance for parole and millions of pesos in damages. Who knows if the money will ever come considering the murderer's family is rather poor. Regardless of the outcome, it is good to have some closure on something as horrible as this. Julia's family has received an incredible amount of support from Peace Corps, the Filipino Government, the US Embassy and many of Julia's friends and fans across the US.

Thank you all for your caring and support to her family, to myself and to any Peace Corps volunteer you may have worried about over this last year.