tbm3fan
Old Man with a Hat
My wife and 10 year old son left for the Philippines on the 10th and arrived on the 12th. First time back for both of them in 5 years. My son now being 10 I felt would see the place much different from when he was 5. Food for one as he is now more picky. Accommodations now looking primitive to him compared to home. No WiFi so extremely basic entertainment if any. My wife, of course, can live this lifestyle easily.
So I just talked to him and he informs me he has been throwing up and is with diarrhea for the last day. Even threw up on his cell phone and in bed. Well you'll see it isn't a bed. Milk over there is powdered and he doesn't like the taste. He is a big milk drinker. So now it is only bottled water for him. He spent the first two days at his young Aunt's house in Binangonan which has A/C. Then his Mom wanted to go up into the mountains where other family members lived.
This place is basic and primitive. Squat toilet and no toilet paper which means you wash yourself off with water and your hands. I asked Brendan how it was and he says it smells. LOL. That is why I have never shaken hands with any Filipinos when I am over there. I suspect my son my have contaminated himself by not getting his hands absolutely clean. They were concerned for him and his not eating that a small chicken was killed just for him to eat. That is an unbelievably big deal considering how precious food is there. I hope he ate it. He misses my cooking already other than Jolliebee.
This place he is at is a bamboo house, pretty much open, with a metal corrugated roof. It is hot. It has been raining. The winds are strong. The place is surrounded by mud. He is not liking it and wants to go back to his Aunt's house today after two days. My wife wanted to stay one week. He has to stay until the 9th of August.
Pictures below of people who I have no idea who they are but they are my wife's relatives. The older folks are actually younger than me and in their early 60s. As you can see the one woman looks far older. Life can be brutal out there in the boonies and as my son found out there is nothing to do at all. He isn't into playing with the smelly goat or the semi-wild and pregnant boar. My son is in only one picture sleeping. My wife is holding some sort of white banana whatever. The rest are relatives and what the place looks like. This is why I stay in hotels.
So I just talked to him and he informs me he has been throwing up and is with diarrhea for the last day. Even threw up on his cell phone and in bed. Well you'll see it isn't a bed. Milk over there is powdered and he doesn't like the taste. He is a big milk drinker. So now it is only bottled water for him. He spent the first two days at his young Aunt's house in Binangonan which has A/C. Then his Mom wanted to go up into the mountains where other family members lived.
This place is basic and primitive. Squat toilet and no toilet paper which means you wash yourself off with water and your hands. I asked Brendan how it was and he says it smells. LOL. That is why I have never shaken hands with any Filipinos when I am over there. I suspect my son my have contaminated himself by not getting his hands absolutely clean. They were concerned for him and his not eating that a small chicken was killed just for him to eat. That is an unbelievably big deal considering how precious food is there. I hope he ate it. He misses my cooking already other than Jolliebee.
This place he is at is a bamboo house, pretty much open, with a metal corrugated roof. It is hot. It has been raining. The winds are strong. The place is surrounded by mud. He is not liking it and wants to go back to his Aunt's house today after two days. My wife wanted to stay one week. He has to stay until the 9th of August.
Pictures below of people who I have no idea who they are but they are my wife's relatives. The older folks are actually younger than me and in their early 60s. As you can see the one woman looks far older. Life can be brutal out there in the boonies and as my son found out there is nothing to do at all. He isn't into playing with the smelly goat or the semi-wild and pregnant boar. My son is in only one picture sleeping. My wife is holding some sort of white banana whatever. The rest are relatives and what the place looks like. This is why I stay in hotels.
