The first voyage to the rest of the world |
For me, that place was the string of more than 7,000 tiny islands in the Pacific Ocean- The Philippines.
My first taste of the world beyond Australia was landing at the Manila international airport at 4.15 am. I had bright eyes, despite the fact I had been in transit via Bangkok for 18 hours and still had a long way to go. My sister-in-law, who is philippino, was there to greet me and together we took the most exciting taxi ride of my life. The main highway had no distinct lanes, and yet 7 lanes worth of traffic busseled and honked their way through. Among the cars and taxis were types of vehicles I had never even seen before. I thought we were going to die in a crash for certain and as I held on with white knuckles for dear life, I looked accross at my
sister-in-law who sat calmly laughing at me. "Mabuhay to the Philippines!"
sister-in-law who sat calmly laughing at me. "Mabuhay to the Philippines!"
A "jeepney" is a major form of public transport in The Philippines, they were originally made from left over US military jeeps in WWII. |
I have an image burned into my head, it is an image of what poverty looks like. As the dawn broke, I became aware of how many eerily thin bodies were spread across the streets of Manila. There were people everywhere, hollow faced men slept on dirty torn cardboard boxes, women cradled their newborn children in the gutters, the lucky few had a worn out pedicab, half the size of a toilet cubicle, to take shelter in with their entire families. In Australia, you see the odd homeless person nearby train stations begging for money from commuters, in Manila, there are more homeless people than there are commuters. I realised then exactly how much so many people take for granted, and how fortunate I was in so many ways.
I also felt a resounding amount of helplessness. I wanted to help these people, I wanted to feed them and clothe them and build them houses, but there were so many. I could help one or two, but to help a few was to neglect the rest. This was the most confronting moment of my life, I will never forget that image and the feelings that came with it.
Mmmmm chicken intestines on a stick.. |
This little lady made a valid cultural point. In the Philippines, people who work outside or do not work at all are poor and have darker skin from exposure to the sun, whereas those with higher paying office jobs have lighter skin. They have skin whitening products at the chemists in the Philippines where we have fake tanning products at home.
In Australia, we all want a nice tan so badly, and I think that comes from the idea that people with money can afford to take vacations and spend leisure time in sunny places getting a nice tan. That's my theory anyway. What we see as beauty is seen as dirty. A classic case of human nature wanting what we can't have.
The day was fully awake by this stage, and we returned to the bus stop to continue our journey. Where an hour ago there were people sleeping on the streets there was now an intense amount of traffic and the street vendors had come out to play. Street vendors swarm anyone who looks like a tourist and attempt to force their products onto you. Products range from imitation designer watches and bags, to cheap jewellery to peanuts. I have a story for a later blog about a feisty gentleman coined "the peanut man".
The trick with vendors is not to show any interest at all. Don't even look at their products because they lock on to you, follow you and hassle you. I learnt the hard way when I saw a pearl-style necklace I thought I liked the look of but then changed my mind, the vendor and his friends chased me and surrounded me pushing their jewellery in my face, yelling about discounts. I tried to take refuge on the bus when it came, but they followed me on there too. The bus driver eventually had to kick them off. It was a pretty intense experience.
Imagine if every time you went shopping and tried a shirt on only to decide it wasn't what you were looking for you got chased down the street by the cashier..
Off we went, on the bus to Batangas where i learnt another very important lesson about travelling - do not expect public toilets to have toilet paper! The public toilets in the Philippines have little squirty hose things to clean yourself with, I had no idea what i was supposed to do with it and almost missed my ferry as a result of being stranded in the ladies room.
As a result, it took me about a month or so when i returned to Australia to stop carrying a roll of dunny paper in my handbag when i left the house.
The ferry landed in the little dive village Sabang, my home for the next month, and I took my weary head, filled with a completely rewritten view of the world, to bed.
To be continued...
As a result, it took me about a month or so when i returned to Australia to stop carrying a roll of dunny paper in my handbag when i left the house.
Stormy waters between Batangas and Sabang |
To be continued...