~~ PHILIPPINES 2009 ~~

A SAUCY TRIP REPORT - PART 3

24-5-2009

Flamin time zones, no matter how tired you are when you go to bed, you still seem to wake up at the usual time your sorry butt rises back home. For us this was 4am and, despite a urgent desire to fall asleep again, we just laid there talking about what we would do during the day.

Ning's parents rather maganda maid - can't remember her name.She left half way through our stay - Yes I know what your thinking. Perverts

As the sun started to rise above Manila, we had showers and went for a walk across Ermita to the new Oceanarium, the Manila Hotel and back across Rizal Park checking out the usual array of hornbags and jeepneys along the way.

The gang at Tagaytay. Hard to believe all of us, plus photographer, fit into two vehicles.

Talking about hornbags, at a park to the west of Rizel (on Roxas Boulevard) they seem to have a huge group exercise session to loud music on weekends. All come along wearing their respective exercise wear and the location becomes a photographing perverts paradise.
Should you not be a pervert, the motion of the exercisers all in unison also makes for a very interesting photograph.
On the bay outside the Manila Hotel is there passenger ship, an older Italian liner used as an extension to the hotel and a nearby landing where the first water plane from America to the Philippines landed. I can’t remember the year, but did obtain photographs of the plaque.

Effrell, Bolinday and that maganda one yet again at Tagaytay.

A brief session of Jeepzaling around Rizal Park, breakfast at Jollibee, spending at Robinsons Ermita, adding to the Tanduay bottle collection, and we were soon back at the Mabini Mansion waiting for Annabelle to turn up.
It was then off to Chowking for lunch, a chinese food type fast food chain than never quite seem to be able to get your order correct, a bit like Sylvania McDonalds I suppose. Today, yet again, it was a matter of putting ice in my drink after being told not to, then trying to just remove the ice without giving me a fresh one.

Prayer area in Boliday's subdivision at Tagaytay. I prayed for less traffic on the return to Manila - sadly he didn't listen!

Following lunch we hit on a awesome Manila rort that gives visitors, especially those of a western appearance, beautiful aerial views of Manila from 28 floors up. No real effort is needed, just walk past a new block of condos and make sure the people there see you.
These agents virtually beg you to come in for a look and will take you right to the top in an effort to sell you their best offering. You are assured of at least 30-40 minutes of unparalleled views of this beautiful city, all for ZERO cost. Where else in the Philippines do such fantastic tourist attraction attract a negative charge?
Another real estate agent has offered to drive us up to Antipolo City to view some houses there, they will even pick us up from QC. I look forward to this free tour as I have always wanted to see Antipolo.

Kim and, hay naku, can't remember her name either, seen at Tagaytay. God old age is a bastard........... :-)

Just remember to tell them at the end that you have to discuss it with your wife, girlfriend, mistress, kids or bandage slave – then walk on to your next tour.
But today’s freebie soon came to an end with Ana’s brother, coming to, supposedly, pick up a friend of ours at the hotel.
The afternoon and evening was subsequently spent visiting Ana’s relos living in the Payatas area, as well as meeting the 30 kids born since the last visit, before heading back to Mabini Mansion for our last night there.

Ahhhhhhh yes, the mysterious Kenneth (aka: Mr Bean). Alway crying, but loved his chocolate.

25-5-2009

Another early morning start on the day of our moving to Quezon City. Most of our luggage had been dumped in QC the night before, so only a camera bag and small case needing to be carried.
After much begging, Ning allowed this transfer to go via Tutuban station. Members of the Philippine chapter of the ‘Railways and Industrial Heritage Society Phils. Inc’ were there putting the final touches to the BUDA display.

BUDA 22 is the first restoration project of the 'Railways and Industrial Heritage Society Phils. Inc' of which I was associated. Karel and his band of workers have obviously done a remarkable to get this looking like it does today. The last time I inspected it, in 2007, it was a rotten old wreck at Caloocan workshop.

Talking of Caloocan Workshop, I gave the manager a copy of our Australian Locomotion book as thanks for his kindness.

It was here I met our local president Jaime, secretary Karel (who I knew from my last trip), my dear diesel friend Alberto and a few other members. Also had the absolute pleasure of meeting Caloocan chief engineer Mr Bismonte.
An inspection of the yard was done, but since this was all dribbly foamer related it is included in a separate report.

You are never lonely when railfanning in the Philippines :-) My friend Karel is seen here while we were, trying, to check out boxcar numbers :-) Patience for a few of the kids, the last four remaining to the end, when I pulled out my large pile of change and let them go for it like seagulls. Great to see them so happy.

While we looked around, Ning headed on to Payatas via public transport, with Jaime kindly dropping me home later in the night.

Join us Thursday for another enthralling installment.

Dear me, what can I say. Some, well many, Pinays are just born photogenic, so you lucky readers get a bonus photo thrown in. I still don't know her name though. :-)

ENJOY

Our flight arrives an hour late from Melbourne!

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I love this shot, I was standing on a flower box when this little boy

approached me from below.

Turned out to be the best shot I got on the brand new Canon EOD digital before it conked out.Bloody digital trash.....

It was one of those quick last minute decisions, a random look on travel.com.au revealed airfares at prices that really could not be ignored. We are not talking about one off those pathetic 10% off fares; this was $645, down from the usual costs that hover on the far side of a grand, which is Aussie for $1000.

Big buggars hey!

The next 24 hours were spent in negotiation with ‘She who must be obeyed’, seeking permission to book the fares and thus relieve ourselves of the misery, boredom and evil in our local community in Sydney town.

Ning donates to the local economy!

My reasons for so urgently wanting to return were two fold; of course there was the desire to meet the members of our railway society based in Manila. These guys were terrific and are doing a terrific job over there. I inspected their recently restored trackcar (BUDA car) that is now on display at Tutuban station, as well as the extended photo wall that joins it.

They have so many plans and I feel quite honoured to be a part of it, even though I am eight hours away. Despite the distance, it makes me proud to be able to help my second country, while so many who were born there and moved here, seem not to care less.

Every weekend a sea of hornbags converge on Rizal Park for excercise to loud rock music. It worth a visit, not only for the loud music, but also the great atmosphere.

The other reason I wished so much to return was to see Filipino people back home. It does not take a rocket scientist to know that I have been developing a big grudge towards them, thank mostly to the efforts of vermin in our local community.

This taxi caught me by surprise and I had to do a sprint to photograph it. Why the fuss? I mean these things are all over the place. A closer look will reveal the company name which is the same as my dear little estranged god-son.

Daily hurt, backstabbing and betrayal finally becomes too much and your own self-defence system soon has you putting up walls, becoming negative and ensures a growing dislike for everyone in that group of people.

The view from our room in Mabini Mansion, Ermita. The trees mark Rizal Park (sometimes called Luneta Park) and Manila Port in the background. Big building in the background is the Manila Hotel, formerly owned by the national railways.

Only returning to the Philippines, where people were still truly Filipino and not corrupted by Australian lifestyle, would solve this dilemma, would return me to where my mind once was, would remind me of why I fell in love with the country in the first place.

The old Fuji S5600 still manages to put out the odd ball tearer or two. These two eepneys are by far the best I have ever taken, especially in the area of lighting and colour. Taken on TM Kalaw in Ermita, I tried to find the maroon jeep again, with no success. Still, walang problema, this one is going up on the kitchen wall.

Despite the pain and negativity, I again found myself doing the usual anticipation things of counting days and marking activities as ‘the last time I will be doing this before I go away’. Even on the day, the anticipation had me egging Ana on to get to the airport as early as possible.
Much time was passed organising all the events I had planned and the people I had to meet.

Soon we would be at the airport...................................

Time to enjoy the holiday - a holiday that proved to be the turning point for me, the holiday that made the attitude changes I needed and to cast away the dead weight of unappreciative people back home.

As I type this I am half way through my holiday and I feel a huge weight lifted from my shoulders, with a positive outlook and plans to be rid of those who don't qualify in the friendship test as soon as I return.

Liberated? You yes, very much so. Things look so much brighter, many thanks to a ceremonial funeral yesterday for these past people in my life.

Rest in NO peace!

Balintawak and the new LRT1 to MRT3 loop closure project is in full swing.

~~ STAR WARS - EPISODE 2 ~~

Hi all and welcome back to the second riviting installment in the Star Wars trilogy, well my version of it anyway.

Oh and while we are on the subject of sci-fi, not many more sleeps until the next

STAR TREK MOVIE!!!!

Woohoo, am going to be one of the first in to see that. It has been recieving positive ratings by the critics and reporters far in excess of those usually gained by an upcoming Trek movie, so this looks like being a good one.
Hopefully it will lead to saving the franchise which has been a little down of late.

Anyway back to the reason we are here, Star Wars and hornbags!!!

A Sandcrawler as seen in the first movie made, which was the fourth in the series. Yes rather a strange way to do things, but thems the breaks.

One of the creatures that used the Sandcrawler.
They were called Jawa or similar.

Hornbags enjoy getting their photo with the costumes.
So I lent them a hand by taking my own.

Think it is called a Sandspeeder or something.
Saw quite a bit of use i the 1st movie, 4th in the series.

Can't remember what these were called, but Han spilt a megatonne of ones guts all over Luke to keep him warm.

"Aswang are to be avoided they are"
Ahhhhh Yoda, he launched a couple of decades of bad voice impersonations worldwide.

My personal long time favourite - R2D2

C3P0 takes a bit of a breat between sessions!

Scared the heck outta Scotty!

Took a few stitches to fix up my hand.

R2D2 and C3P0 debate the Philippine language!

A hornbag is somewhat enthralled by the C3P0 discussion!

Beware - its another potential gossiping, trouble causing, lying person within range.
You can never be to sure nowdays!

~~ STAR WARS - EPISODE 1 ~~

Well part 1 anyway.
Given I am actually sitting here growing steadily more sick and trying to put together around 10 postings to automatically show over the next few weeks, I really don't have much witty to say.

As mentioned earlier - we took the kids and Brock's friend Eric to see the Star Wars exhibition at the Powerhouse Museum over the school holidays. While I am a confirmed Trekkie, I do have to admit to a certain tingling in the panties at the thought of seeing these things in real life.

Please join us for a look at this great display, one that is supposed to close shortly, possibly by the time this post is scheduled to show.
Part two will follow in two days and show the balance of this show.

Star Trek is certainly popular with the hornbags, this one showing up around the same time as us.

This hornbag was walking away from the Powerhouse Museum, so likely had next to no Star Wars interest.
Still we shall forgive her, on account of her being cute.

More irresistible eyes so close to the museum.

The excitment mounts - time to go inside!

No sir - we are loyal to less scummy members of the Federation!

Two R2-D2s and Scotty. Can you tell the difference?

Time for a Millenium Falcon BONER!

This was a stunning model and 15 shots were soon spent of it.
Want to do some Photoshopping with this as soon as time and health presents itself.

This was always my personal favourite, the Y Wing.
Think it was more Star Trek/Battlestar in appearance.

Can't get enough Millenium Falcon.
It was perhaps prophetic that Sydney's trains of the same name were also less than reliable.

Oriental hornbags into sci-fi!
A dribbly foaming geeks dream cum true!

Tie Fighter!
UMMmmmmmpffff
Twas time for a second box of tissues.

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Stay tuned friends (past and present)

In two days time part 2 of this exciting event will unfold, followed only two days after that by a Filipino invasion of Chinatown and Paddy's Markets.

Plus a number of humourous posts are also programmed into the timer.

Please enjoy!!!

~~ AN EGG-SELENT EASTER ~~

Good day friends, Romans, countrymen and the tattered remains of a once great barkada.
I sit here before you today, somewhat in pain from a work related accident and somewhat innebriated from a Tanduay related accident.

So what better a time than to convey forthwith what we did over easter. Twas certainly different to Easters past, but then in Easters past one wasn't privy to the real thoughts the Filipino community had for you was one.
Ahhh cuntoxen indeed - funny and yet a pathetic excuse of people if ever I have had the misfortune to meet.
Like cigarettes - they should all come brandishing warnings for those people who try to be involved in their community. Let that be a warning to others (Mathew take heed).

Anyway we took the long weekend opportunity to rack off north forthwith to source out some action well away from this dismal area we call home. To free ourselves from the stale air that infests this ghetto of civilization and to lift the burden of hatred that tends to envelope us all and cause us to discard even those who care about us in an effort to be rid of all facets of the pond scum that have filtered their way through the water purification plant of our life.

It was our second weekend in a row up in the beautiful Hunter region and this time I wished to make the most of it, chasing trains and catching up with friends who still delight in seeing me, well at least they are nice enough to pretend they do :-)
Yes friends, even one who has been around for 25 years of my gunzel life. Must seem like a lifetime to those of us in this country who feel that friendships are only as good as the time they recieve benefit from it. What a ghastly bastard of a life that would be hey - certainly the dogs bollocks.

Well without further adu, adue, ado, crap how do you spell it.
Heck, on with the photos. Oh and I do humbly apologise for my state of mind, it relieves the pain. Physical pain from injury, not that which has been inflicted upon me by human vermin, I just think thats funny now :-)

May be a good shop to head to before hitting the sex scene around Bombay.
Actual shop is in East Maitland but I have no idea about its purpose.

My dear friend of 25 years, Mr John Hourigan.
Never had a bad thing to say, always helpful and always ready to catch up for a dribbly foamer session.
Onya John - your a champ mate.

One of my main reasons for heading to the Hunter.
A very rare movement of two BL class, with elderly ALCo units 4836 and 603.
Masturbatory tissues were at the ready.

I love photographing phone booths.
This was a particularly interesting one!

Black and white top, tight jeans and fluffy white slippers.
Had to double check I wasn't in Campbelltown.

There are some beautiful Pinays out there, even some who still
like to hang out with me.
Suck that pond muck. MWWHWHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA
This is my beautiful cousin Riza (on the left) with her equally beautiful sister Reizel (and thusly obviously my cousin to - surprising that) up at Newcastle. Reizel is holidaying in Australia from Iloilo City.

Rhealyne not entirely happy - she wasn't in photo mood today.

How cute is little Reizel :-)

Lunch time!

Hornbags a plenty!

The gang!

~~ NEATH HOTEL ~~

Where I go for a regular, catch up with friends, have a drink and a bloody good meal, listn to live music and wish that I worked.
The following selection of piccies is from our Saturday night gathering there.

Left to right - Matt, Nathan the object of much desire, Ted (who moves to the Philippines in two years to get away from the gossiping bullshitters here) and Stuart (editor of Motive Power Magazine)

Oh guys - go get a room PLEEEEEEASE.

Preferably one with a window I can see through!!!!!

Well I hope you enjoyed your perverted look into our Easter and my drunken reporting of such.

On the Sunday we had the please of attending Gina and Ron's house for Ron's birthday party.
We had a great time and sadly went home earlier than I had hoped. I love those parties you wish would go on forever.
Sadly there is no photos of this event due to the earlier mentioned personal ban.
However a HUGE thanks to Ron and Gina for the party - It is mucho appreciated.

Love to all (well those who deserve it anyway)

Brad