Sabong is no fuckin joke here, no fucking joke at all. When the dude pulled out his box of blades I was like what the fuckkk. This shit is serious.
This was what I’ve been looking for, sabong. When we went to Antipolo a few guys were sparring their roosters but by the time I got to them they were done, I was so pissed. I thought that I wasn’t going to be able to see one, but at the last day my Tito comes in the clutch.
Went to my Tito’s warehouse today where he showed me around. The real reason I went was because I know the workers there have fighting cocks. But I actually saw something that I wasn’t looking for. Realizing that all these men were making all the furniture by hand, I didn’t realize that before. That means every piece is unique and crafted by someones hands. These guys work hard as hell for their living, and you realize that this is their hustle. And this isn’t their only job either, this guy handcrafts furniture by day and then is a butcher at night. These guys are inspiring.
Spent the day at the range. Going shooting is so much cheaper here, it was like 1000 pisos for everything which is like less than 20 bucks which is an amazing deal. And there aren’t like any rules, like I was allowed to hold the gun any way I wanted, even like a gangster, but I didn’t because I fucking hate when people hold guns like that. And they wonder why they never kill the good guy. But yea, only thing I’d say was that the ammo was cheap because when it shot a lot of residue was left and a good amount of smoke. But hey it’s the Philippines and it’s not like I’m doing some assassination or something. I’m still stoked on how cheap it was.
I only have a few days left here, so I decided that I’m going to spend a significant portion of them getting drunk. Also, here is a Tuko
I was told there were delicious mangoes in this tree. All I found were ants.
Got a voucher in Vermillion and got this at Cerulan Bike Shop
Met some of my cousins friends, it was refreshing to be around kids my age. Hans showed me 1st hand what Manila traffic was like, and I must say, what the fuck. It’s like they give you a car and say good luck. If there are any traffic rules here, no one listens to them, the most I’ve seen is stop at the red light, and that isn’t even followed most of the time. I felt like I was in a car chase driving with Hans, but the difference was there was nothing chasing us. I have never seen so many cars go head on and not blast each other to pieces. It’s like driving in Manila is being a jet fighter, there are no rules in the sky and you switch and plunge into any opening you can get. But I got to say, if you can drive in Manila, I’m sure you can drive fucking anywhere because it is just madness here.
Roaming the streets and trains of Manila. Trying my best not to stick out like a sore thumb. For the most part no one really notices when I’m just there, but when I start talking it’s like a red light just pops over my head. This was probably the most evident when I was in the Jeepney. As soon as I started talking everyone looked at me and just stared, and I was in the front so I couldn’t even walk away or anything, just awkwardly stare back. But everyone here is really nice, even on the streets. Many of my cousins friends speak English, but I asked them to speak to me in Tagalog so I could get a better grasp on it and it’s awesome because if I don’t understand something they can just switch to English and explain it. I must say I am falling in love with the Philippines and it’s started to make me rethink everything.
Buying Balut on the streets of Manila. What’s awesome about the Philippines is you don’t need 100% Tagalog to get by, you just need Taglish. So with this new found discovery I’ve been able to by pass alot of the barriers and buy things on my own. However, after I bought this Balut this lady started firing fast Tagalog at me, I was so stunned I just stood there baffled and said, oh okay. She looked at me with confusion and then realized I wasn’t from here. She asked me where I was from and I said New Jersey. She smiled and just said maraming salamat and handed me my balut. She probably watches the Jersey Shore. Fucking guidos.
Bananaques. Banging.
Isaw. Grilled chicken intestines. This is a new favorite of mine. Fucking amazing.
Eating this much food at this rate is ridiculous. It’s insanity, and at the pace we are going running alone isn’t going to be enough to make sure I don’t become my former high school self. Also I realize that while I’m on Holiday, my teammates are getting better while I’m here. So I’ve decided to fight trees to help me, yes trees. I wish I could just eat all the food I wanted and instead of it turning into fat it would turn into a kamehameha blast.
Sizzling Sisig. So fucking good. The way they were cooking all the meat was awesome. No I’m lucky that you mine baby you know what it isss.
Went for my morning run because of all the fucking food we’ve been eating and literally like 3 minutes in I run into the Taho man. I got no money on me so I run back to my Tita’s and grab some pesos. Get this delicious gold, down it in the bahay kubo and start the run again where I almost throw up all the deliciousness, luckily I didn’t.