People have been emailing me and asking how am I doing. I am doing okay but I have been better. I do need to write more and I always plan too but then get distracted by my latest obsession. That is playing clash of clan. But more about writing about me. I rarely do that. It is rare any article is about me but I always get people leaving comments, usually hateful ones claiming I’m begging or some other nonsense. I really shouldn’t even acknowledge them as they are trolls for the most part. I probably should start beginning and add a GoFund me page. I’ve thought about it for years.
There are many places I’d like to go in the Philippines that I don’t think I’ll ever be able to see but I can tell you about them. If you are not here, you may not know about these places at all and you can add them to your list and perhaps to tell me what you saw. I’ll start with places to see in Bohol.
In Bohol, you will find caves, diving, floating restaurants, waterfalls, bicycle riding in the sky, bee farms, old churches, and Spanish built structures from the occupation.
Anyone that follows me knows that I never really got over Jessie. It felt like we were meant to be together. One night, I realized that I’m getting sicker and sicker and I really need someone that can and is will to help me with running errands. I was not alone that night, Now Rusty and Jessie are together again and I plan to keep it that way. Preventing her from being bored may be a challenge.
That night, I sent Jessie a text and asked her if she wanted to try again. She too really needs me. She was getting ready to leave the country so she could support herself. At one point over the last year she got super skinny. She was not eating, trying to feed her boys. Common thing here in the Philippines. She was not super skinny when she got here and I was surprised. She explained she had joined “The Old Ladies” club in Tacloban and they drink lots of tuba. That’s also known as “Jungle Juice” it is wine made from coconuts. It is moonshine basically. I’ve had some, from her father and it was good stuff. You never know what you’re getting when you drink that. Like moonshine in the USA sometimes it’s not made under the best of conditions.
If you have heard of the term “Kano price,” then you probably know what it means. For those that do not know the meaning of this phrase it basically means the price that Filipinos charge foreigners. Many and probably most Filipinos will charge us more for things we want to purchase. This is a very real practice and you will, from time to time, pay the Kano price.
I often hear it referred to as racism. It has nothing to do with race. That is just you being full of yourself. You are white? So what, there are many of us here. Get over yourself, you are not that rare nor important. If you are Japanese, Chinese, Korean or Indian then you are the same race as namely, Asian. You too will be sometimes be charged the Kano price. I do not see it as racism. It is just business but when it is excessive, it is bad business and a good way to lose a customer.
The second half of 2014 was not a pleasant time for me. Financial distress each and every month, my pension just is not enough for me. And it was a mostly lonely time. Not completely lonely but mostly lonely. I met two good woman during this time and some real users too. For two months there was nobody at all. I was striking out at every turn. This period of time was not a positive period and I do not like to write articles where I feel mostly negative. I suppose however that is part of life and it can be part of your life even in what many consider to be paradise. Even as I publish this, things are much improved and looking up for me but that does not change that the prior six months were not my happiest months on earth.
Oh I might have met some women that I have forgot. Might have had some prospects that I forgot. Some women I never forget, even after they are long gone. Some I wish I could forget but I cannot. In a few cases that now old Eric Clapton song “Old Love” sometimes reminds me of them. Some I do not really wish to forget even if it did not turn out well.
July, August and September were lonely months. No women really in my life. Didn’t see a woman for a couple of months. I was just strike out city. Then in October, there were three women in my life. Didn’t plan it that way and one of those I didn’t meet until November, I think. Beautiful girl but not a match.
I just had to return to this topic. I don’t know how often I will write about this because I am not spending much time looking any more. There are probably more productive ways to spend my time, like sleeping haha. Now before I get into this, I want to say I think Filipina are…
Haggling in the Philippines is common in many shops. It is so common that it is never a bad idea to ask for “last price” even in large chain department stores. I don’t think I’ve done that in those but I probably should. It is so common here that you won’t be seen as foolish if you inquire and you might be foolish if you don’t.
Last week, I was walking down the street and someone wanted to sell me two Rolex watches. Of course, I assumed they were knock offs right from the start and said no. Since they were Rolex, I asked to see them. Who knows, maybe I’ll get lucky. He showed them to me and said “P4,500” to which I scoffed and walked off. He followed me though. Followed me all the way back to my hotel.
Dating in the Philippines often includes a chaperon, especially on a first date. I don’t like those and it is really a meeting as opposed to a date. At least in my eyes. I avoid them but sometimes it is the only way. I remember one girl told me she might get bored if she did not have a friend there. I passed on that one. I am maybe too picky about who I meet. It isn’t so much about looks but I will admit, if she’s really hot I might put up with more junk to get the ball rolling. Hot and sweet and I am a sucker for whatever they want haha.
I recently met a nice Filipina named Karen. She’s sweet but a bit too slow to act for me. I took my camera of course so I thought I’d write about it. At first, she said she was going to bring her mother. I thought, oh wow, this will be fun. I will get grilled now. She ended up getting there very late as she fell to sleep and brought her daughter and sister instead. I didn’t take picture of her sister but did of Karen and her child. I think her child’s name is Krystal. She’s adorable.
You can get cheap electronics in the Philippines. I did just the other day, a Samsung One Note 8 for $75. Don’t get too excited though there is always a “but” and I’ll get to that later in this article. One of the first things you will learn is that electronics are more expensive in the Philippines and if you go to the malls and buy name brand products you’ll pay a lot more for them. I checked the price on a Cannon 7D and found that it would cost me about $1000 more here than it would at Amazon. There is a five percent tax on imported electronics but that doesn’t explain the excessively high prices here and nor does shipping. After all, most of those products are imported into the USA as well as other Western nations.
What a month June was. My second month to be single in the Philippines. Things were looking pretty good for the first two weeks. I was still missing Jessie but she remained steadfast on her positions that had caused me to leave in the first place. Finally, I told her to let me know if anything changed and I began to move on in earnest. This is my Philippines expat journal for June and July 2014. I think it is one of the best ways to tell you what living in the Philippines is really like. It isn’t always fun.
I had a three promising Filipina that I had spent some quality time with, I was having trouble managing everyone in my little black book otherwise known as my phone. Of course, not everything in my black book worked out. Lots of the prospects were playing games with me. That’s only to be expected. Even one of the girls I met managed to use me. She was just trying to get home. She did, oh well. That’s the way it works sometimes. She said to me in her sweet little voice on the way out the door “Please don’t be mad” to which I said “Of course I’m mad, you just using me to get home”. At that point her hardened look was all over her face and I never heard another word from her.