the humble tricycle, and its driver.

It is like a tiny mouse that eases its way through narrow paths. Let's just say: it is like a red blood cell delivering oxygen to the most distal parts of the toes. Ok, that's better. Anyway, I mean the tricycle is small but rarely says no to your requests. Lithe.




















The tricycle driver knows his territory. He knows which houses are in the corners or midway. He memorizes their numbers like house #34 is nearer this corner than that or #33 is at the dead end. He knows which houses are on a segment of the road that slopes. He tells you that there is no such address but will accompany you trying to find it. So when you find it difficult looking for a street or a house, hire a TODA (Tricycle Operators and Drivers Association) member and drive behind him.
























Of course, the tricycle is dwarfed by a lot of other vehicles and when maneuvering an intersection with all the other vehicles, it is not one with competitive momentum. Add, some irresponsible drivers don't respect traffic laws (just like bus and privates though. I said "some", Embee. LOL ). I feel vulnerable. Nevertheless, I like tricycles.

When I was younger, I remember riding in tricycles to more remote places in our town. Not appreciating it, I wished for better transport than the humble tricycle. I have come full circle and treasure the transport from which I wished for more. In fact when there are problems in parking, I like it better than Embee's Isuzu. After dropping me, the tricycle just disappears.

In the future, there may not be a tricycle anymore (I hope there will be a way to convert it to "greener" models). Meanwhile, let the driver's wisdom make our day:


















He also wishes us well.

















and is artistic.

On walks, thoughts and what lingers


There are smaller stories within longer ones. Side trips within the duration of planned trips.
Thoughts during my walks are journeys in themselves. I sometimes become aware of that. Mostly though they become intrinsic to the walk, only to be remembered as quasi-separate when one sees the photograph representing the thought.



Thoughts:

"Cholesterol inviting me. Slabs of it below. A roll of it on the left. Oh well, upstairs is surely delicious cheese.

Would I really die if I buy 200 grams of each? Embee will react. Later, eat with me.

Do they really kill? How come last week I saw an elderly man with a cart load of bacon, egg and sausages. Was he just asked to buy it? Or does he have a terminal illness just enjoying remaining time."







Thoughts:

Cheaper by the dozen.
True. That dictum has survived wars, famine and time.

But how about us childless couples? and singles? Do you have some promotions for us? Otherwise, we become obese responding favorably to this.









Some route details forgotten but thoughts linger and make it to the blog.

A Factor other than Food


There again?

Food is good. It's quiet. We don't have to hurry because no one waits to grab our table while we swallow the last spoonfuls. Don't you like it there? We can go somewhere.

Of course, I like it.


Outside the rain poured like angry. Good conversation and not having to hurry neutralized it.
Beautiful though dog-eared photo above me does not hurry replacement. It was there the last time we went.

From afar, a mall floor shows no emotion. No story. Just an aggregate of human movements and displays of things to buy.


























A little zooming reveals the opposite.
























All pictures in this post were taken in less than one minute (12:10:54 to 12:11:42 pm).




Man reading a note, thinking or waiting.
A couple talking intimately.
Mother and child arrived.

Back to reality is not necessarily bad.
Home is not just sweet. Its perpetual disarray is comfortable,

refreshes.

Where we live in manila, space underdosage rules. But today we are in Mactan. After attending to important matters, we went to Marigondon.

You know what they say about hyper-restricted children when left on their own? Well, the same thing happened when two adults who live far from the sea enjoyed a short celebration of space, sea and sun this afternoon. The ones in the first picture are not us though. The lady is too slim to be me. LOL. Blurred photo, sorry.













































Going back to the inn, we rode in a tricycle (then jeepney) instead of taxi. The tricycle was full, we were just added. We sat behind the driver (last picture). It was fun.

Tomorrow, back to underdosage. But it's okay.

Sunrise landing

A familiar land mass.

An island pronged to the mainland by two elegant bridges.

In the background, sunrise progressed as the plane touched down. The series looks inverted because of the moving location of the camera with reference to the sun.

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Good morning, Mactan.

Good morning, sleepyhead.