Joe Philippines: My Arrival
So begins another series I am resurrecting from the way deep archives of my blog. As chance would have it, I fell in love with someone from another culture than mine. She was born in the Philippines though I met her while on a vacation in England of all places. After we were engaged, I finally was able to make it to her home country to meet her family and experience a culture very unlike my own. Since that time, we have been married, had kids and have been back so many times that it has become like a second home to me. Over the next days/weeks I will polish up some of the posts for republication and perhaps add some additional words from today's perspective in italics at the end. Also, due to the era, I had a film camera and didn't take many pictures that didn't include family and so many of the pictures accompanying the post are found elsewhere on the internet and are used to just give you a visual taste of what I saw.
The stale cold air changed to a heavy dampness that instantly clung to my entire body like a dirty fir coat two sizes too small when I stepped outside the airport doors. A smell not entirely different from that of a roomful of wet dogs
assaulted my nose. A crowd of people speaking in a different language all
jostled to get near me first and sell me a service or trinket that I did not
understand or want. "Hey Joe," they would say before they rambled
into a broken thickly accented English sales pitch of some sort. In my tired
jet lagged state, it might as well have been Arabic for all that I could
understand. Welcome to the Philippines I said to myself as I worked my way out
of the crowd and started looking for my fiancée.
My first trip down the sidewalk was unsuccessful in finding her so I turned
around and worked my way through the crowd of Filipino drivers and trinket
sales people who had followed me still trying their best to part me from my
money. Back at the doors, I turned around and again worked my way through the
crowd of people and finally spotted my fiancée back at the other end of the
sidewalk. I quickly made my way to her and as soon as I gave her a hug, the
crowd around me parted. They knew that being in the presence of another
Filipino automatically ensured that they weren't going to part any money from
me so they made off for other targets walking out the airport doors.
Introductions were quickly made and I was ushered into a modified minivan with about ten of her closest relatives. All the seats behind the drivers had been stripped out and replaced with two futon like benches that faced each other and had about a twelve inch aisle between them. Everyone sat facing each other and due to the lack of foot room, your feet were placed on the facing bench between two people whose feet were on either side of you. The thin mattress soon let the hardness of the wood through until my butt felt like it was composed of bricks. Off we sped onto the streets of Manila and into the night.
After more than thirty hours of airports and airplanes, my destination was still six hours away up into the mountains of central Luzon of the Philippines. Despite the uncomfortable seats and the closeness of the horde of my fiancées relatives that had come to welcome me to their country, I was intent on making the most of my first journey to the Asian Rim. I gazed out of the windows teeming with small brown skinned people and tried to supply the answers to the non-stop questioning. Eventually, many drifted off to sleep or satisfied their curiosity for the time being and left me to absorb what I was seeing.
Looking out the window, I quickly realized that rules of driving were very different here than back in America. For example, road signs or lane markings, if you can find any, are more suggestions than rules. If there wasn't any on coming traffic, the entire road width was used up by cars, jeepneys, motor trikes, caribou, people, chickens, dogs, goats, or whatever happened to be heading in your general directions. When oncoming traffic appears, everyone jockeyed to more or less get back into the general vicinity of their half of the road. Meanwhile, the driver swerved around slower vehicles, caribou, people, potholes the size of houses, piles of dirt, rocks, abandoned vehicles, or people drying and threshing their crops on the road surface. The only real rule that seemed to be followed was that you the driver had to be the most aggressive of all the drivers.
In the Philippines, the most important part of a vehicle is not the steering wheels, the tires, or even a motor. If you are to drive in the Philippines, the only real thing that is a vehicle must have is a horn. You have to have a horn. Horns are used for passing a slower moving vehicle, person, animal, or inanimate object. Horns are to let people know they can pass you. Horns are used to warn oncoming traffic that you are passing on the outside of a blind curve. Horns are used in the Philippines as their second official language of communication and for awhile, I thought horns were used merely for the pleasure of having a horn. But I soon learned that when they honked in the middle of a deserted highway in the earliest hours of the morning, they were merely warding off evil spirits, not honking for the joy of it.
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As one might expect, a lot of this has changed throughout the years. This airport, though still confusing to American standards due to the layout, still exists though we now fly in through another nearby airport terminal that is much better laid out. Gone are the people jostling for the white man's money as the natives are much more prosperous these days. Also gone are the antiquated means of transportation. Instead of hiring a driver trying to maximize revenue by fitting more people into the back of a van than one thinks is possible, my brother-in-law now comes to pick us up in his regulation outfitted minivan. Also, seeing the tall white guy has lost its novelty to my in-law family and so not as many are anxious to make the long journey to see me sooner. The journey itself from the airport to their home in the mountains of northern Philippines has also gotten much shorter thanks to modern highways that have been built or upgraded. But that first hit of warm moist air full of the pollutions of Manila still hit me like a hammer whenever I exit that airport.
I did not realize that Filipinos were such a horny people. (I can’t help myself sometimes. 🤷♂️)
ReplyDeleteEven honking has eased up a bit though it still fairly common. I'm more spoiled these days as my brother-in-law does most of the driving when I am there and he is a more restrained driver than most.
DeleteYour original description sounds so much like Senegal. My arrival at the airport in Dakar (Yoff actually) was very much like what you describe here. As a retired French teacher, I must point out that fiancé should be fiancée. (female version) :)
ReplyDeleteI learn something every day!
DeleteI've found riding in traffic in foreign countries to be totally nerve-racking (nerve-wracking). Then again, even riding (or worse, driving) in big US cities has me on edge.
ReplyDeleteI have to work very hard to just trust my driver's judgement and to focus on my surroundings other than traffic.
DeleteReminds me of Thailand where I lived in 1969. It's changed since then, though.
ReplyDeleteI'm sure it has too. There seems to be a lot more money in many of those Pacific rim countries.
DeleteYour experience took me back to my teenage days when I flew into Tokyo and felt so out of my comfort zone. It was fine after a bit but a shock to the system at first.
ReplyDeleteAlthough I've been through the airport, I've not been in Tokyo proper but it is high on my list.
DeleteThanks for reposting this Ed, and especially for your "follow on" commentary. I enjoy the original descriptions, but also enjoy hearing how things have changed.
ReplyDeleteGood and bad, of course. I sometimes debate about going back to places I visited many years ago because i fear how I would find them now is so different from how I remember them that it would both ruin the experience and the nostalgia.
It certainly is a fine line. I have gone back to places and been thoroughly disappointed. Others I have been pleasantly surprised that not much has changed. My recent trip through the Painted Desert of Arizona was one where not much had changed after all these years. On the same trip, I visited other sites that I would just as soon never see again in my lifetime because so much had changed.
DeleteI enjoyed this blogpost and many thanks for sharing your first impressions of The Philippines. Some countries still seem to have a devil-may-care attitude to road safety. May I ask in which year did you first meet your wife-to-be and in which year did you make that first trip to her homeland?
ReplyDeleteI think my first trip to England was in 2000 or 2001 and my first trip to the Philippines was in 2003.
DeleteI'm behind on blog reading and commenting, but had to mention how much I enjoy these posts. My travel days are long over, but visiting new places and experiencing new cultures has always been a highlight for me.
DeleteI hope my international travel days are still in the future. But in case they are short, I'm glad I've been able to go and experience a few other cultures already.
DeleteOh my gosh! That traffic sounds like Egypt. We were afraid to cross the street. We had to wait till a local person came and we just followed them. And yes, traffic lights and such were merely a suggestion. What an amazing experience you had. I can just imagine the cultural shock for you. I would love to hear the story of how you met and everything. It sounds romantic.
ReplyDeleteIt really isn't all that romantic. I lived near Minneapolis airport at the time and it had cheap travel all over the world. I chose England to be my first international stop. Ahead of time, I contacted a local photography group to see if anyone was interested in walking around taking pictures of landmarks with me and make sure I didn't get lost. My now wife, responded and we met up on my first full day there to take pictures of central London. I ended up spending that week with her and flew back many times for more visits in the ensuing couple of years.
DeleteI only went to Manila once and loved the bustle of the streets, crazy drivers, and the Jeepnies (sp?) with as many metal horses on the hood that could be had. Fantastic shopping.
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