So I'm sitting here sweating my ass off in this sweltering humidity and heat. But I'm starting to get a tan so my happy levels are cancelling out my fed up-ness at my sudden becoming of a giant frizz ball afro witch head. The humidity is a real killer here. However, having access to copius amounts of fresh fruit and vegetables makes me happy dance. Everything is extremely healthy here, and what's best? It's ridiculously cheap. Almost criminally cheap. Try like, what, 6p for a kilo of mangos.
It's not all play time either. The study is real. It's really weird being a student again. Giant geckos are just as odd. This fat fella surely hasn't gone short of a meal or two. These guys are everywhere at night, and they make this incredibly hilarious noise. I can only describe it as a muscular man burping and squeaking at the same time as holding back a sneeze, or a fart. I guess it's their version of chattering to one another, or perhaps it's a mating call - albeit a very unsexy one.
Finally, a couple of nights ago I went out for dinner with my new Chinese and Malaysian friends in the middle of nowhere here in the Philippines. We ended up in a German bar where we happened to meet a guy from, no kidding; Sheffield. He bought us a bottle of white wine and we all got very very merry.
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