So obviously some of this bargaining power must have rubbed off on me, right?
Sure, I can get a few dollars off the price of some tourist souvenirs in the market and maybe even bargain down my overnight bus ticket a little, but I’m no match for Kach.
I’ve always been accustomed to one or two pieces of bacon or a juicy Cumberland sausage in the morning, but now I get mood swings if I haven’t eaten half a pig and a kilo of rice by 9am! I’ve always been a little partial to loudly and drunkenly screaming out Bon Jovi’s “Livin’ on a Prayer,” but since being with Kach I’ve developed a sixth sense, which I have decided to call, ‘Microphonia.’ I can sense a Karaoke machine within a 20-mile radius and I’m quite prepared to kill for a can of Red Horse beer and the chance to sing Pusong Bato in a bar full of random strangers!
I will never haggle like a Filipino Growing up in Africa, I had plenty of opportunities to observe my parents negotiating down the price of everything from fruit and vegetables, to decorative woodcarvings and even (ahem) speeding tickets.
Being from the United Kingdom, you inevitably become accustomed to Western ways and of course in turn, Western women. In the UK, if a person, known or unknown, were to arrive at your door, for what we’ll assume is some good and honest reason, then you would at first be a little suspicious. Even before you can manage a single, socially awkward , ‘Err, hello, so nice to meet you,’ you’ll already have met Mum, Dad, the grandparents and anyone else who happens to be in easy reach.
Having left Britain some time ago and having now been with Kach for over a year, I thought I’d reflect on some of the things I’ve learned being in a relationship with a Filipina and how I may have changed in the process. ‘They must want something from me,’ you would think, or even more sadly, ‘What? Not only that, but quite literally out of nowhere, there will appear enough food to feed a small village for a week.
Food in the Philippines is incredible, it’s as simple as that.
One thing that shocked me, however, was the choice of breakfast food.
Sign up today and access exclusive content, events, and workshops curated especially for those who crave clarity and collaboration in an intelligent, action-oriented community.I decided it was time for a serious change in my life, so I saved for a year, sold my car and anything else that could be sold, bought a one-way ticket and left the UK with nothing but my backpack.It was whilst travelling through Laos by motorbike with my best friend that I stumbled across this young Filipino backpacker.No, seriously it’s awesome, Filipina grandmas have magic food powers!– Lots of meat, marinated in vinegar, soy sauce and garlic…with rice! ), with sugar and salt, then fried till crispy…with rice!
I had great employers and colleagues and although I enjoyed my work, I couldn’t help but feel there was something missing.