Back to the land of my conception

We're here in the Philippines now. It's not quite as humid as it would be in June, but it's still pretty damn hot.

The plane trip was quite eventful. Dad and I flew in a separate plane from Mom, Chris, Lola, Tita Grace, Tito Otto, the kids and Mommy. We all had business class tickets, but Dad tried to get us upgraded to first class because of his back problems. Back problems, suuuuure.

After eating a pseudo-gourmet dinner (it was horrible!), I fell asleep. I woke up with this intense headache, the kind that makes me want to pray to the porcelain god until i sacrifice the contents of my GI tract to him. I tried to brave it, to suck it up for the last few hours of the plane ride, but unfortunately God wasn't so willing. I threw up twice. I collected all the doggie bags from the business class passengers- just in case. Upon arrival in Manila, I was still feeling so sick that I couldn't join Dad and Ninong Tino to get Dad's barong measurements. I just slept in the AC-blasted room at Ninong Tino's house.

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We are now in Alua where the family is drinking gin mixed in with a little cobra bile, not to mention in a bottle where cobra organs have been soaking in. It's supposed to have some medicinal benefits. Kuyang and the rest of his "patients" swear by it. We're headed to Cabanatuan later on this afternoon to sleep in the haunted house. I mean, Nanay's house.

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