Paradox

Waking up to the calls of roosters, tuas (large lizards), my daughters, and the lapping of waves against the seashore...amazing sunsets shimmerings across the open sea...tons of fun neightbors waiting to chat. The Philippines remains a fantastic, lovely place. Yet the social situation is a eclectic mix of paradoxes: great neighbors who would share their last meal and amazingly dishonest trici drivers...gorgeous landscapes hidding illegal logging that causes and immense amount of unnecessary suffering...fantastic sunsets blindingly covering the desperation of the hundreds of prostitutes in this tiny town and the brokeness of the baclas (male cross dressers/prostitutes) running the beach bars.