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(Dominic)
For those of you anticipating a post about some little-known species of marijuana found here in the Philippines, well, I’m afraid you will be disappointed. This place can be paradise — in a way — for those with some means, but not to smoke a fat one. Ironically, I am listening to a favorite song of mine from 1967, White Rabbit, from the group, Jefferson Airplane as I write this. I love the sound and beat of the song, but the lyrics aren’t for me. »→
While Dominic slept, I walked downhill to Baguio Gold carrying a borrowed extension ladder, two nets, a screwdriver, scissors and a knife to hang the basketball hoop nets. On the way downhill I paused at the roadside convenience store, picked up two 1.5L Cokes, cups and four packages of sandwich cookies.
As usual, the sight of a goofy-looking white guy drew onlookers from many hovels along the way. I can hear the word ‘Americano’ and see heads swivel most days that I walk in the big city and in the countryside. »→
As today we don’t have internet access at home and thus Dominic couldn’t work on the internet, he was game to go downhill with me to revisit our new friends in Baguio Gold neighborhood. It’s not in Baguio City, of course, but that’s the name. We took beverages and cups and oranges and a new basketball and hoop nets down the steep street, past the ore ‘refineries’ to the kid’s neighborhood near the elementary school.
Friday afternoon we had a very late lunch in Pizza Volante in Baguio City. Upon return home to Tuding, Dominic and I walked down Main Avenue in Monterrazas Village, behind our home, to visit the kids in the gold-mining neighborhood and give a volleyball to the boys. »→
For most of today we didn’t have internet access, and I wanted exercise and fresh air, so I went walking to see how far Monterrazas Village extends downhill. Well, it doesn’t spread far before it devolves into real hillbilly country.
I walked Main Avenue, behind our neighborhood, to see what’s down there. Since moving in here, Dom and I had only gone as far as the two-rut lane sideways on the slope below our terrace to see the source of all the noise (dogs whining as if in pain, yelping, barking, drunken revelry, shouting, etcetera). »→
