31st April Je suis Arrive:

Well, I made it. Past departures bit of a problem at manilla immigrations, slept on the plane so I had no Visa card filled in.Thought I’d be fine, fill in one at the booth. Turns out my folks had got a guy to hold up my name just outside of arrivals and I was dubious as to whether this guy was for me – did he have the same name? But turns out it was all okay spoke in tagalog to me expecting me to reply but I was like do you speak the queens english and away we went. Immigration bloke stamped my passport thought great blagged it through on the 21 days plus on a british visa, but couldn’t get passed anything to declare – no damn customs excise thingy (which I thought was only for food). Anywho kind lady rubbed out another passangers card and gave that to me. Job done – good knows what happened to the other guy’s…

It was a slight culture shock but its all good. Journey back was a bit annoying as everyone was playing on the fact that I could not speak the lingo but I kind of expected that. Had a snooze when I got back and around five minutes in the next doors decided to do kareoke at like club volume so that was great tying to sleep to that… Culture shock Didn’t quite hit me till we were all round my mums place billions of kids around me just bought a crate of beer with some of my cousins who think I’m looking a good clean fillipino girl (jeez!). Got back and drank like it was a friday night. Drank this stuff called Lambanog which is coconut spirit made by my uncle so downed that and was pretty twatted really. Enjoyable evening, now my mum speaks to me in tagalog which I understand but answer back in english. And its just past 16:30 in england and i’m wide awake. So I have just plastered my face and body in this 50%+ deet mosquito cream that kills everything that lives . I feel now that my face is burning off very slowly… I’m off to sleep under just a mosquito net but If i get one bite, ’sweat box rules’. I’ll sleep in my sleeping bag completely covered with a few slits for my face. I dont want to relive 1993.