Monday, January 2, 2012

Happy New Year!

My kasama (companion) Elder Deriada
on our way to an appointment

There is nothing like a Filipino New Years.  It’s like a war. The streets are packed with people and fireworks, which are more like bombs here, they just throw them.  All over the place.  There are explosions and screaming all around.  Every car that has a horn, leans on it.  The air quickly fills with smoke, and kids run in the streets holding great big fireworks and throwing them at each other.  And drunk people run around with machetes screaming.  No wonder our curfew was 6.  The whole place just escalates in chaos until midnight and then fades into the next morning.  There was a brown out (black out, I don’t know why they call it a brown out) at about 12:05am. All electrical light went out, but the city seemed to still be fully lit by all the fireworks and other lights going on. That was fun.  All seen from the window of our flat. 

Sunrise over the rice fields.
Happy new Year!
Sorry it was a short one today. I’m a slow typer  and I’m short on time.

I love each of you so very much. Take care.


Elder Allen

Rice paddies everywhere

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