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.
