Continuing the story of the Philippines.Towards the middle of our trip, during the night I had an misanthropic visitor. I could feel the bite, but I didn't feel his disease fraught limbs crawling across my face. Waking up, I could feel that something about my eye wasn't right. It wasn't painful, but it was obviously swollen, tightened and tender. A glance in mirror begat an infantile scream. Not only did my hair stick out in all directions (as it usually does in the morning) resembling a Medusa do, but to add to that initial hideousness, my eye had swollen to resemble Quasimodo.
The friendly staff at the "Blue Mango" gasped in horror. I felt seriously disfigured, and self-conscious that it looked like our romantic honeymoon had gone violently array ending in my swollen eye. Immediately, after I insisted that my husband had not abused me, they suggested the culprit was a cockroach. I blew it off, until two other Phillippinos suggested the same thing. So I googled it. Cockroaches do bite. And they typically bite near the eye! Conclusion: Who knows, but I sure as hell have an increased fear of those radioactive-immune critters.
|You'll never believe the vintage shirts in Korea. Love them.|
|The wildlife was amazingly friendly.|
|This shy child sat taciturn watching the foreigners but refusing to speak. She was adorable though.|
After asking where the best place for seafood, we were directed to the wet market called "Di talipapa" Here you could purchase your seafood live or dead, depending on your wallet and desire, take it to any of the nearby restaurants and for a small price have them cook it for you. We choose a dead lobster. It was delicious both in my mouth and in my wallet.
|the restaurant we choose was teeming with folks.|
|sharing a beer that I could only stomach with three or four slices of lime masking the flavor.|