impressions of an American in the Philippines Even small towns in the Philippines could be almost as noisy as a large city. Motorbikes and speeding automobiles, diesel engine jeepneys and older model trikes. The sound of a revving bike could pierce most any wall. Watching traffic was very much a treat. A guilty pleasure or…
“Go back to your country.” At least once a day, some random male voice called out a smart aleck comment or slur to either me or my wife. There were times I knew something wicked had been spoken, but since it was said in Cebuano, I didn’t know just what. The controlled look on wifey’s…
impressions of an American in the Philippines My wife and I took an Inter-City van from Toledo to Cebu City. We walked to a waterside terminal. Several vans were parked, with locals sitting inside, waiting for departure. A woman stepped in my path, trying to sell me bottled water and sugar water. I bought two waters…
Impressions of an American visiting the Philippines… A food van with big speakers woke me just before seven a.m., blasting an American pop song that I vaguely recognized from the 1990s. Kind of frat-boy spring break-feeling, like the band Sugar Ray, but not them… maybe. The van driver was selling fresh breads of all kinds,…
I was (am) an American of African descent, a visitor to the Philippines, Cebu area, such as Toledo City. The Philippines as a nation is famous for friendly people. When I arrived, I found out that the hospitality was more than just a rumor, and mostly genuine. Even in the United States, where skin color…