Go, Go, Go.

It’s 7am and I’m passing through the lines at Ninoy Aquino International Airport. NAIA. My flight is 8am. I’m drunk.

It’s 9 o’clock, I’m in 60F, still drunk. Last time I ate, maybe, probably, last night. My stomach is growling acidic, drunken hunger.

24 hours of travel to sit and think; about failed relationships; about uncertainty. About everything and nothing.

By the time the flight attendant comes around with the food cart, I’m feeling more of a hangover than anything else. I get eggs and sausage because it sounds like the other option she says, only barely above the sound of the air vents and wind rushing along the body of the jet—the pressure working against my eardrums—is “corn and rice”.

Stems. And Tourists. And Junk.

 I don't usually wander around during Tulip Time (or, like this year, "Stem Fest"). As someone that grew up in Holland, was part of the parade through St. Francis de Sales for years, and as someone that generally doesn't go for things with large groups of people--I've been pretty burned out on the whole idea since, probably, the end of middle school.

I love junk food, however. I'm Midwesterner through and through.

Summer, 2009

Again with the older pictures. But, like all things, I feel that they need a place to be, and this seems like a place just as good as any.

Okay. So, the first picture... It's not at an angle because I was having some sort of epileptic seizure induced fit of artistic license. On one of the days when we were up in Sagada (which is where all of these pictures were taken), we were supposed to go visit some caves, see more of the hanging coffins, and pretty much just do some more of the kind of bumming around that tourists do when they've driven two-track way up the side of a mountain and out of their sedentary, comfort-inducing surroundings.

Edit 7/01/11 ~ (Sagada is located in the Philippines, roughly, about a day and a half's worth of driving north of Manila.) 

Basically, we weren't able to go through the foot path that we needed to make in order to get to the caves because there was a ceremony that was closed to outsiders (and, if I recall correctly, it had to do with the blessing of the rice crops--but  whether or not that is a truth, is yet to be determined). While we were waiting around be the end of the roadway, just behind where the little boy is sitting, to find out why/if/when we could/couldn't pass, there were some little kids running around (presumably waiting for school--based on their backpacks and clothes).

Most of the kids were in little groups. They were running around, chasing one another, throwing rocks. Everyone. Except this little boy. Waiting patiently. Off to one side. By himself.

Breakfast of Champions

Here's a small sampling of some the most delicious food you'll ever have the pleasure of digesting:

Hitchhiker's Delight

The Hitchhiker's Delight consists of a pancake, an egg, and a slice of toast. What makes this so great? The fact that the pancake is wrapped burrito-style around a banana and homemade yoghurt, and then topped off with strawberry preserves, making it more than enough for one person.