Philippines: Christmas In A Fishbowl

There are days when you feel stuck. Today I am stuck. We are in Dakah which is mostly a Muslim island and not safe for us to explore. We are at a nice fenced in hotel, with gorgeous weather, a beautiful pool and horrible food. There is not much to do and since I am not interested in my book, my diary, or anything else I just lay by the pool waiting for something to happen. I think I now know how goldfish feel swimming around and around their bowl wanting desperately to escape, debating the jump that would mean escape even if it meant drying out and dying beside the bowl. At least I would no longer be IN the fishbowl.

Just when I think this is it, the last moment I will have before I go clinically insane because I have already counted every freckle I can accessibly see on Mr. Rogue’s body and chewed all my finger and toenails to bloody stubs Mrs. Fruit shows up with her entourage of family to release us. We get to go see the Tangub lights. They are beautiful but the spirit is dampened by the torrential downpour of rain. God really wants me to have NO fun on this trip. First purposely destroying any enjoyment I had with food (insert periodical vomiting) and THEN creating situations where nature is unmanageable (insert temperatures above 150 degrees, death by humidity, lots of rain, bugs as large as my head who I swear are trying to eat me) .

This is a photo of Mr. Rogue and I standing on the bridge in front of one of the displays at the Tangub Light exhibit. The sun in the background is actually made of hundreds of tiny semi transparent shells. It was one of the most amazing things I have seen.