Philippines Travel Stories, Page 35

My Travel Social Responsibility

My Travel Social Responsibility

I am dwelling on, or asking myself the question,
- What is my travel social responsibility? -

I am working make large many extremely large web sites to assist persons to travel the planet. Solely I own them all.

I am thinking or considering writing an online and offline guidebook for a country of the planet. The Philippines is one country I have considered to great lengths.

I was walking down the street, thinking, would more tourist make this country a better place, or a worst place?

The question is bluntly, does tourism help a country?

I wish I could just say, yes.

There are some severe social problems in the Philippines; some of the worst conditions on the planet exist here. I do not think more tourist would make the situation better, I think it would harm the country, and conversely the Philippines is not a good country for tourist persons to visit.

I read the facts and data on this country, the history, the cultures, the beaches, the islands. This country is a who�s who of facts.

I have never seen a country with so much potential, do so little. It is as if they took the most beautiful flowers and hid them below a pile of garbage, complete with maggots. Everyone knows they are there, however all that happens is more garbage is piled on, and nobody wants to pull them out of the mess.

Tourism should be easy; it should not be a search to find the flowers.

Should I help them to find the pile of garbage, and then hope the locals dig out the flowers? Alternatively, maybe better to wait for them to dig out the flowers and then tell people to visit.

It has taken me a few times of coming here to learn. The best way to visit is to fly into Manila or Clark, Cebu, then instantly fly or take a bus to the farthest point away from the airport. Then slowly return, I unfortunately have not done this and cannot say it works. The first time I was here, I went instantly to Baguio Rice Terraces and then returned to Manila. This was the best trip, and my first impression.

I was a Real Estate Brokers in my prior career, I would never sell a person land in the Philippines, I would morally have a problem. It is somewhat analogous to writing a guidebook.

My Travel Social Responsibility


Continually Crazy in the Philippines

Continually Crazy in the Philippines

I proceeded yesterday to deal with my friend that is having problems, or going continually crazy in the Philippines.

It is a Rudyard Kipling, pep talk place,

- If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting
too. -

Rudyard Kipling (1865 - 1936)
Indian-born British writer and poet.

I hope that I do wish the best for my friend, and am not only enjoying being a listening voyeur to the story. It is possible; I hope on him the best, thereby giving me the vicarious pleasure of listening.

As a recovering alcoholic, I feel empowered by saying,
- There I go, expect by the grace of God. -

I have not drank, drugged, and endeavored to stop any and all dysfunctional behavior for 18 years, it may be 19 however difficult for me to remember.

Hey Joe,
This is a great false name for the man. I know that Joe has found me, he has my number. I proceeded to try to call him and pay the piper. I just face the crazy and attempt to keep my sanity. There is an explanation of a successful call upon another drunk.

They do this thing; a couple of recovering alcoholics will go and talk with a drinking alcoholic to discuss the solution.

A success is this,
- When you do not get drunk yourself. -

Many people go to save the drunk, and leave drunk. There is something tempting about crazy that is difficult to say no to, it is why I said, this is a Rudyard Kipling pep talk place.

A person needs to
- keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs -

I enjoy the Philippines, it is at the end of the world, and
- There be Dragons -

I called Joe; I did my moral reliving obligation. He was not at his Hotel. I decided to take a break and walk around Robinson Mall for some world-class girl watching, and stop off at the Mini-Stop for a Nescafe Ice Coffee.

Walking along, strolling and observing the world, Joe catches up with me. A little rumpled, a little out of sorts, however a glimpse, he is ok now. I ask him how he was, what is happening, what else�

I say,
- Can I buy you lunch. -
He instantly says,
- I am SKINNED -
(Meaning, I have zero money, complete with hand signs.)

I say,
- Can I buy you lunch? -
Big emphasis on - I -

He stops, settles and says
- Yes -
We walk down to some Thai Restaurant, it has an exceptionally beautiful Philippine girls sitting there, and I am doing my best to listen to Joe. I try to order Chicken Fried Rice in a Thai Restaurant, and they do not have Chicken Fried Rice. Oh well, why would they sell Thai food in a Thai Restaurant. Come on, please God, give me some hold on sanity.

We eat, I flirt, Joe is serious, tells me his complete life story, carried in his briefcase he slept with last night. In the end, he ask,
- Can I borrow 500 Pesos? -
I say,
- No -
I then say,
- I will give you 1000 Pesos.-

He is happy, he made his mark, and strolls away into the great abyss of the Robinson�s Mall, I am hoping, I purchased freedom for 1000 Pesos. Oh, by the way, he is waiting for 300 Dollars to be sent by Western Union to him that he will pick up Saturday or that day.

About 3:00 pm, I walk over to the Business Center to use the internet, however it is closed, why would a business center be open? Please God, give me a hook of Sanity to hang on to.

Joe comes running out of the G-Point Bar, a local type hangout, for Expats with working girls already registered and in tow. I enter after Joe to the bar, and order a Diet Coke, Joe is drinking a Pitcher of Beer, I am sure who paid for it, however I am a recovering alcoholic, I knew where it was going when I gave the gift of 1000 Pesos.

Now, the entertainment when listening to Expats in the Philippines is to hear their stories. They are True Believers, they believe the stories they tell, thus making them more realistic. Joe has already told me about pots of gold, and other fun stories. I am amazed how many times a person over 50 can tell you he is going to make a million dollars very soon in the Philippines.

He starts on a diatribe of things I need to do in the Philippines, I do not defend myself or talk much.

He shows me what he says is 20,000 Pesos worth of African Jewelry he is trying to sell. He sees this very attractive girl outside the door through the window front of the bar. He goes out to talk with her. I think, hmm, maybe he will bring back in what the Philippines does best. I have never seen Joe talk with a girl, this one is exceptional.

He returns, she does not, he tells me,
- I gave here some Jewelry to sell, however she would rather sell her body and do Shabu.-
Stops and say,
- She has a 4-month-old baby she wishes to sell.-

Then talks about an American Lawyers who spent 80,000 Pesos with the girl and blah blah blah the girl. Joe is from Australia, maybe England, it is negotiable and way beyond my desire to type to explain.

I listen and leave, paying penance to the recovering alcoholic Gods, and walk down to the Mini-Stop for a Nescafe Ice Coffee. Joe stays in his office.

SUNDAY MORNING 7:45 AM

Ring, Ring, my phone is ringing in my room. I reach over from the bed, grab the phone.
- Joe is here -

I get up, make a cup of coffee, dress, and walk down stairs. Order an American Breakfast, saying I want the Eggs very well done, and the Bacon very well done. I forgot to say the toast. The food arrives shortly half - Very Well Done - or medium cooked. I maybe should learn to say,
- Cook them two times. -

I can experiment, have them bring them and send them back, my never-ending experiment in obeying. The only way to get well done is to go in the kitchen and cook myself, which I do often to do.

Joe has not received his Western Union Money.
- Go figure -

I listen to a long story; I am eating my breakfast and drinking my coffee. I am keeping a stern hand on any handle that God gives me, you must hold on to something stable. A breakfast, a good movie, or anything normal.

The Facts.
- Joe is an Accountant -
- Joe worked in Samoa and Vanuatu -
- Joe worked for Sierra Leone -
- Joe calls himself a specialist in managing developing nation�s funds and words for NGOs to help them manage money. -

I believe this is the truth. He knows too much to be making up the stories.

I will go check.
Yes,
- Sierra Leone is number 177 -
- Niger is 176 -

On the United Nations Human Development Index Sierra Leone is 177 or in last place. East Timor is 158 on the list and has a small war going on right now.

Note, the world has as best I can count 312 countries. I do not know how the United Nations ignore this, but they do, I assume they figure, if you are giving us money, then you do not exist.

Joe tells me this story.
- I have 15,000 Euros in a bank in Sierra Leone. -
Blah and blah and many words, lots of noise, he tells me how he cannot get the bank to release his money. He tells me he cannot send a letter here in the Philippines with bank instructions or the Philippines will open the letter and change the instructions, which I probably believe.

The story is good; he has 15,000 Euros in a Sierra Leone Bank.

I repeat the facts to him.
- You have 15,000 Euros in a Bank in Sierra Leone.
- You worked for the Government of Samoa to manage money -
- You are an Accountant -
- You work for NGOs to help manage their money.-
- You worked for the government of Sierra Leone to manage their money. -
- You needed 1000 Pesos yesterday. -
- You did not sleep at your hotel last night -
- You are going to have a job this week. -

An accountant or CPA from Australia or England, who can be certain, White Male of age 55, working for NGOs and Governments of the planet, put 15,000 Euros in a bank in Sierra Leone the absolutely worst developed nation on the planet according to the United Nations Index of developing nations.

He asked me,
- Can you lend me some more money? -
I say,
- No -
He says,
- Fair enough, -
Stands, I shake his hand, and walks out the door.

All the above is true. Except for 2 points.
Joe saying,
- You are going to have a job this week. -
And,
The Bacon was cooked well done.

My only regret here is I did not go and ask the girl how much a 4-month-old baby sells for�?

Continually Crazy in the Philippines


Catch 22 Crazy

Catch 22 Crazy

I have a friend that is going crazy. In the past, I talked with him on a regular basis and would seek out his advice, spend some time with him and enjoy his company. He lives in Manila, Philippines.

Expats in the Philippines can range from very brilliant to absolutely perverted crazy. Sadly, 95 percent do not get my least amount of attention, I avoid them at all cost. They are just too nuts for me. However, the 5 percent can be brilliant.

If I talk with Expats, I lose.
If I do not talk with the Expats, I lose.

It is a Catch 22.

My friend that is going crazy knows where I live, it is not that big of secret and sometimes a reader or person can figure it out. Sometimes I just say, I am living in this place and here now. According the level of crazies in the area and if I wish to meet a friend and make their life easier.

I am a person that picks up the telephone. I do not screen my calls or screen the emails. I do like to have a shut off, not a screening, but a complete shut off. I do like to permanently block people from my life. This is not screening, I do not make the choice before you talk or write or visit me, and I only make the ultimate choice after a person earns the option. You are totally blocked from my life.

I am sad, my friend is going crazy. He has hyped himself so far down the path; he does not know how to stop.

Very common to meet a blooming crazy traveler, extremely common to meet a nut Expat.

The crazier the place, the more fun.

Catch 22 Crazy


The Value of Me Writing

The Value of Me Writing

I just deleted about 5 ready to go post, I edited my thoughts. I am not going to blog or tell the world what I am thinking about.

I am having some type of paradigm shift in my beliefs on why I blog. I am growing very tired of the feedback from readers. It is like junk mail or spam, it enters my world and just annoys me, and it has a very negligible benefit to me.

People communicate two ways with me.
1. They comment on the blog.
2. They write an email to me.

The best comments about the blog or helpful to me, are NOT comments on the blog; they are the personal emails to me from people.

Maybe, I would call the personal emails, letters to the editor, many of these people want to be anonymous or have more humility. It is a wonder how the smarter the person, the less they value their opinions or the less they strive to have the world read.

I have older persons take the time to write me, I love this. It is obvious they have read my blog, took real time, thought a lot, and decided the liked what they read and want to help me or explain some small and insightful idea to me.

I was reading, and trying to join a Forum by Michael Crighton. I was not able to join; everything went wrong or did not work. Oh well, however the introduction to the forum or comments was interesting as there were some rules to follow.

Like you cannot use internet slang, I cannot remember exactly what it said, however he or the forum did not want things like.
LOL - which mean, Laugh out Loud.

I would love to make a rule, any comment started by calling me?
DUDE is auto-deleted, I do not think I have every had a good comment or beneficial thought explained to me by a person calling me Dude.

http://www.michaelcrichtonnet
http://www.harpercollins.co.uk/michaelcrichton

The blog benefits me by
1. Helping me to think through problems.
2. Help me to store valuable information for my future use.
3. Make the website famous, therefore I make more money and I can travel easier.

I hope the Blog benefits readers, however not so important to me, a side benefit for the reader, however not a priority for me. I am not on a crusade to benefit the world with my blog. My website maybe, but not the blog.

Sometimes I do blog to try to help a hotel or another person, by telling the readers. I do not want to help the readers, I want to help a person that should or needs supported.

Reading my travel blogs for years can help you to learn to travel. However to read a couple of comments is about zero value. The value is in a long-term study of how to travel, not in a short-term comment. I hate to read blogs; it takes hours to find one good comment. I would rather read a guidebook or a book on the subjects. A blog is a lot of rambling.

I am thinking here, I am writing to try to decide. I have now two choices.
1. Turn off the comments section.
2. Turn it on auto so it auto post, however I do NOT receive a copy in my box.

A friend of mine in Thailand reads the comments, or goes looking for ones with lots of comments. That is an identifier that some people really like to read the comments.

I do not like to read the comments, and they make me angry. Why would I volunteer to become angry or frustrated?

There is a problem. People post on the comments to try to advertise.

Aagh, I am just going to turn it on auto-post and not moderate the post. I really do not care. It will free up a lot of brainpower because I will not read the post.

I am working on the contact form to manage the emails better.

The Value of Me Writing


Good and Bad in the World

Good and Bad in the World

Quoting my mother:
- It seems there are so many things that seem just bad to your dad and I anymore. We wonder if it is because we are getting old or if the times are changing that much. -

There is this belief that the world is going to hell in a hand basket. It is not true

The world is getting increasingly better, safer, and more respectful of people.

My mother was writing me after reading my comments on Angeles City.
http://www.hobotraveler.com/2006/06/subic-and-angeles-is-sodom-and.html

WW II caused the death of about 400,000 USA Soldiers.
Vietnam War caused the death of 58, 000 USA Soldiers.
Iraq war has caused the death of about 2500 USA Soldiers.

CNN and BBC did not exist during WW II.
Journalism or TV Journalism was beginning during the Vietnam War.

We are hyper aware of very small police action of the planet The Iraq war although serious, in 1942 would not have been a big deal. Journalist make it bigger than real. I just was at the Jogyakarta Earthquake and East Timor, I can tell you, it is not as big as problem as they make it, in fact it is a small problem in the scope of the whole world. The housing problem and poverty in Philippines makes the problem of Jogyakara and East Timor seem like a joke.

But there is a concentration and easy for Journalist to scream Wolf.

Journalist stop corruption, however the increase the awareness. The perception of a problem like corruption increased, while the problem decreases. The Journalist are now creating a problem so they can say there is a crisis.

I made bold this statement, to make sure your perception is correct. Read what I say, not what you want to think.

The world is getting increasingly better, safer, and more respectful of people.

Good and Bad in the World


Tao wants to stay in Philippines

Tao wants to stay in Philippines

I have a friend by the name of Tao; he is a man from Australia that has lived for over one year in the Philippines.

He in many ways represents my classic problem, how to travel or live in another country and never go home. The Hobo traveled from place to place looking for a job. Maybe a temporary or job or any job, however the Hobo searched and wanted a job. I in many ways have breeched the hold; I have made my way from sleeping on the cot outside the room, to having a room.

When the money saved ends, then the casual Hobo Traveler starts to get serious. How can I travel from place to place and never go home?

He wants to live here in the Philippines, this is by nature the million dollars question also, how to choose the location and not the job chooses your location. I am working, I am trying to think, I have been thinking about this for nine years.

What Tao need is a job he or anyone can do anywhere on the planet. I will say this; most people fail not because they cannot work. They fail because they are lazy; it takes an overzealous amount of energy to carve out a job anywhere on the planet. It is possible to find a job in one location, however not a continually moving jobs. I am experimenting, I hope to encourage and help him to stay away from home, and to continue to live anywhere he wishes on the planet.

Tao wants to stay in Philippines


Air Supply

Air Supply

The Rock band the - Eagles - set the tone for Baloy Beach near Olongapo. Upon leaving on a bus from a Hotel that you can check out of, but never leave, I listened for 2 hours on the bus to a group called - Air Supply -

- Making love out of nothing at all -

I have gone from Desperado to finding Love as much as a person needs an - Air Supply -.

I am wondering if my world can ever stop being seen through the TV or the Music of the planet.

Air Supply


Room Prep

Room Prep

I arrived in the Malate area of Manila; I am close to the United States Embassy and to the Hilton and Pan Pacific Hotels. Funny how a person can get a 15 dollars Hotel within a few meters of a five Star Hotel.

From a Real Estate Appraisal, point of view, they just do not understand.

I had a touch time choosing my Hotel today; I had three main choices, and always open for more options.

1. Friendly Backpackers Hostel, probably the best option for a couple, man and girl backpacker, however too full and too difficult now for my preference.

2. Adriatico Pensione, a good choice, especially for a couple, you can have a good single room for the right price for Philippines.

3. Yasmin Apartelle on Arquiza, 800 for a room.

Manila is overpriced, and for the most part boring. For the normal backpacker, I would just skip the place and go Banue Rice Terraces or anywhere but here.
I tried to move in the Adriatico Pensione, I like the staff even though I keep teasing them�
- This is a Gay Hotel -
- So is maybe friendly. -

Ok, after the teasing, I got down to business. The room with private bath, TV and normal crap was 1200, the public one was 860.

This I somewhat outrageous for Asia, but if you are a couple; it is half this so not so bad. Still, I can get a ten times better room in Thailand for one-half the price.

I have three considerations.
1. Internet Caf�
2. Grocery Store.
3. Talking or friendship.

Many variables, however in the end, I decided to go to the Yasmin Apartelle. I am in a room the size of a gymnasium for 800 or 16 Dollars. Fridge, Shower, Desk, Closet, who knows if it has hanger, I just never find them so do not look. The TV is clear, better than Adriatico and Friendly does not have one in the rooms or at least did not last time I stayed there.

Whatever you do, if you are just a normal Tourist, skip Manila.

This time they offered me a new room, in the past, I have stayed in the old rooms. I did not know they had newer ones. The decision would have been easy if I had known these existed. I like the Yasmin; it has all the flavors of Manila and does not pretend to be anything else.

Room Prep
Turn on the Fridge
Hang up an anti-ANT clothesline
Set up my electrical extension cords.
Turn on the air, and wait.
Set up my reading light.
Shut the toilet windows.

I am close to Robinson�s Mall, therefore that could be include, and away from the lady boy section closer to Malate Pensione, I am in the let us be a man section of area called Ermita, maybe Mabini, there is no real way to tell the difference except for the Lady Boys demographics at night.

Room Prep