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Thursday 14th March 2013.

I have read so much these past few days such so i feel my panties and i are made of old newspapers my eyes have begun to think that they no longer belong to me and protest not so much of all the reading but where have you been for the last few years.The first thing i learnt about the Philippines long ago is to take off my watch when landing, until i board the plane home otherwise insanity will bite me harder than any insect. Time means nothing here even my old friend King Canute would have a problem sitting on these sea shores. Plus i am rather lazy or perhaps far to old to learn the local lingo..with beer and cock being universal,should i need either.
Last night i watched the ants scurrying across the floor this is a past sign i must watch my habits do not sink into oblivion i have six more nights visiting family and must behave, times have changed since i first came here in 1991 in fact the world has changed the fear factor of kidnap or simply hold ups is dramatic, so in theory i am a prisoner of my own working class wealth in 1991 you could walk almost anywhere alone climb on a bus fart, eat cabbages, even swallow catterpillar's should you so wish in the name of travel and not flinch perhaps it was because i was on my own then and not so much the worlds obsession with post 9/11..
Through the Beer Glass a few nights ago i asked If the Philippines had progressed since i first chartered this land of such vast beauty poverty and corruption...after a short pause the old friend said yes sighting the large amount of youth on motorcycles rather than flip flops i took another sip of this fabulous beer brewed here and sighed at least a good sigh. So Goeth.

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