Cebu - Jeepney's, Honduraw, butterfly knives and PUMP

Cebu is the place that I spent the longest in for the whole time I traveled, so I think it merits a post about why its cool, why I left, etc. 

Just to play some word association, Cebu:

-Hot /Humid

-Jeepnys

-Tanduay / Being really drunk

-Jullianas / PUMP

-Manok

-Brown Cup breakfast

-Ferrys

-Nurses

-Pancit

-Reggae

Cebu was really good and really bad all at the same time,  Fun, but horribly humid; Chaotic, but also pretty dirty.  On the whole I liked it, but mostly because of the people I met there.  Had I met a different group of people I would have probably just passed through and not given it a second thought.    I think I was lucky that I found it good and don't think other people would find it as amazing as I did. 

Cebu to me is streets jammed with jeepneys carrying loads of nursing students into the city under a smokey haze from the numerous manok stands, fumes from the jeepneys and debris from the factories. 

Its meeting friends at Brown cup for the 2 dollar coffee, pancake, bacon, and egg breakfast at 11 pm to start the night off before going to Jullianas and then finishing off the night dancing on the bar at PUMP. 

Its trying every method possible to keep the ants, mosquitos and cockroaches at least confined to the floor so they don't crawl over you at night, and falling asleep listening to the sometimes horrible and sometimes melodious sounds from the karaoke machine down below that is constantly in demand, from 9 am till midnight. 

Its being offered the customary beer glass everywhere you go, by old men, young kids, etc sometimes even in the morning. 

Its spending the whole day in Ayala doing absolutely nothing since its just TOO hot to be outside and nothing else has air conditioning. 

I eventually left because I needed a break from the heat, was sick of eating pancit for every meal and kinda just wanted to go somewhere else, I have the curse of not being able to keep my feet planted in one spot for more than two months apparently. 

Cebu sunset taken from the boat back from Bohol

Cebu 'culture' park
I think this is supposed to be Lapu Lapu, the leader who 'killed' Magellan.   A lot of people think he was killed by his crew

Beach near cebu

My neighborhood Manok stand

Nurses on the way home from school

Fort San Pedro, the first fort in the Philippines

The main church in Cebu, which is very famous in the philippines because it has never burned down unlike every other church there it seemed. 

Another day, another cell phone

I sincerely apologize for complete lack of postage in the past month.  I went to australia and had far too much fun* and completely forgot about the whole blog thing.  I will try to be good about recreating these posts as though I am still in the philippines etc, but this is obvio a BIT hard since this was over a month ago and has begun to recede into the hazy parts of my mind along with calculus and Shakespeare.     I think I'll intersperse these old ones with posts about what i've actually been doing at the current moment if there is anything exciting going on in seatown. 

OK, this post would be from say february 20th or so.  Begin time travel: 

I am now on my third cell phone in three months, kinda ridiculous right? Someone jacked it off our table last night, which made me NOT happy. Did the usual Jullianas, Pump run, awesome fun, but not so much this morning when I woke up to little fists banging of on my door crying tia liz, borrow camera! borrow camera! only a few hours after I had gone to sleep.  All the neighborhood kids discovered that I lend out my camera and then suddenly I was their favorite person in the world.  They call me Tia (aunt) Liz now and greet me with a gesture of respect which is to touch my hand to their forehead when they see me which is pretty cool, I always knew I was kind of a big deal, just under appreciated.









Anyway, since I could no longer sleep my hangover off in peace in my room, I decided that it was altogether too hot to be hungover and set off for Ayala to try and find something to do all day in the air conditioning. To recap, I was very successfully, entering the mall when it was light and coming out after dark... 8 hours later. In that time I: bought a cell phone, ate three meals, bought and consumed a large quantity of aspirin, bored people on skype for a few hours with my hungover ramblings, watched a movie, and spent some time staring at the pictures of Seattle at SBC wishing it looked like that every day.

Ayala Plaza at night

Then as I was about to go home I ran into some friends outside SBC who were going to Honduraw, I had totally forgot it was a jam night, so then I had to rush home, shower, and change and then rush back into the city, which I'm not doing a good job of obviously I am here in this internet cafe blogging and not rushing into the city. Blogging is an addiction, and never install a counter that lets you see the nationality of your visitors because then you start to feel self important and spend even more time blogging. This week I have had visitors from: UAE, Hong Kong, Oz, United States, Denmark, China, UK and Brazil (Philippines too obvi). Coolness. Ok this was a completely pointless post, I'll try and think of something exciting I did next time, but my brain feels like its in molasses, I always figured that this is what it must feel like to be really stupid.