What a day. I just came back from a restaurant opening where I was standing outside evaluating what to eat by the burners when a surge of fire erupted from a leaking pipe and onto my face, I felt warm and kinda stood there for a slow split second before I realized I was on fire.
I am unharmed, I think and oh so grateful. I should have been more scared. I was tired I guess.
I was at a mango fetival, the mangahhan or manggahan, i think it's the later, today. It was on the island of Guimeras, a 12 peso ride from Iloilo. Riding on the sea to the next island make you appreciate the fact that so many islands comprimise the Philippines, 7,100ish. There was a senator/movie start that made an appreance at the port. I have no idea who he was, it was an eye opening experience seeing a crowd of at least a 1,000 simultaneously go balistic for some celebrity that just looks like some regular, handsome looking guy with sunglasses on.
I still am so thankful to survive a fire. I was telling my dad about all this weird stuff happening and he gave me a good point. "Just be thankful that's it."
After my fire experience, Papa says I'm a magician.
Note: People say "as in" a lot here, I have yet to translate it. I think it's like a valley, "for sure." Research pending...
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