Self has encountered:
One manloloko taxi driver, who pretended he didn’t know where “North Drive” was
10 refusing-to-stop jeepneys
One brief rainshower
And many, many, many foreigners. One just asked where the “restroom” was. Here, it’s always “CR” (Comfort Room). It’s 11 p.m. Foreigners make up about 75% of the customers of the restaurant on the roof of the hotel.
Here’s a list of several other interesting discoveries self made today:
- There’s a Legaspi mural right outside the Negros Museum Café. You’ll pass right by it because it’s to the side of a very overgrown courtyard.
- There’s a woman self has known for three years as “Nora” — Self finally asked her to write her name down today. She wrote “Norafe.” Which self thinks is a much nicer name.
- For decades, self had never heard the word “tablea” (Filipino native chocolate). Today, she heard it over and over again. First she met a restaurant owner who told her the best tableas were from Davao. Then she went to the Negros Museum Café and a man dropped by who was selling tableas from Antique. 29 pesos each, about 67 US cents. He said that tableas normally had a slightly bitter aftertaste. But his were mixed with muscovado. So they were not bitter at all.
- She heard the word takway, also for the first time. Let Marketman explain it all for you. It’s some kind of steamed taro?
- She also heard the word ibus (sticky rice steamed in coconut leaves), which she hasn’t heard in such a long time, let her tell ya.
- Furthermore, she familiarized herself with a particularly Bacolod delicacy called “KBL.” K stands for kadyos, B for baboy (pork), and L for langka (jackfruit). Yummm! Unfortunately, she cannot eat it. Because she has just made her first Bacolod Resolution, just this instant: She will eat only vegetable dishes from now on. Yes, this means no more tapa, no more tocino, no more chorizo, no more saté babi, no more inihaw, no more batchoy, no more inasal. And most of all, NO FRIED CHICKEN SKIN.
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.