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The Price of Freedom? About Fifteen-Hundred Bucks

Damon and a huge green wall

Well, I did it again.
Though to my credit I woke up at five am and made French Fries with balsamic vinegar, basil, salt and Tabasco… Watched a bit of Remington Steele, then went back to bed at around nine am.

It is sooo humid today, I think we’re about due for a really good storm to clear the air, and the clouds are moving fast, but I honestly don’t think its going to show up.
It’s funny to look at the weather forecast and see – Windchill: 27 deg.C…In Canada it usually said something like Windchill:  – 20 deg. C

Yes, Negative Twenty, I one hundred percent do NOT miss that.

Damon says he misses snow, and I kind of sympathize… Watching a heavy snowfall from the window as you curl up in fuzzy pajamas and drink hot beverages is kind of a nice experience… But waiting for a bus that may or may not show up while you stand shin-deep in snow, ankle deep in slushy gunk with six bags of groceries that the bottoms are falling out on, while biting, brutally cold wind is ripping at your eyes and nose is pretty much the worst feeling ever.

To explain the title of this bloggity post a bit more…

I was trying to explain to my friends on the ‘ol Book of Face how cheap the cost of living here was, because I miss having people to hang out with, and I want everyone to come here and be as happy as I am… Every single one of them has an excuse about how they have a business to run, or rent to pay, or family they don’t want to leave behind, or they’re stickin’ it to the ‘Man’ or what-have-you…

While to a degree I can understand their situations, I know for a fact it only takes three or four months to save up a thousand dollars, and that’s about as much you need to get here from Canada.

Once you’re here, like I explained to my buddies:

Eggs and tomatoes are around seven cents each…
Onions are ten cents.
A pint of rum is 71 cents, and a pack of smokes is about a dollar.
Two giant lamb steaks are about ten bucks…
A can of coffee is about five bucks.
A pack of ‘mr. noodles’, Lucky Me noodles here, is about 21 cents.

With prices like these, I don’t know why anyone in their right mind lives in the Western world anymore.

For my Filipino readers, just as a comparison, in Canada:
Eggs – 12 for 147 pesos
Tomatoes – 42 pesos each
Onions – about 63 pesos for two or three
A pint of rum – 1400 to 2000 PESOS….FOR THE CHEAP STUFF!!!!!!!
a pack of smokes – 500 to 600 pesos
Two giant lamb steaks – 2500 pesos
A can of coffee – 630 to 850 pesos
A pack of ‘mr. noodles’ – 42 pesos

Isn’t that absolutely insane?
Even while I lived there I didn’t know how anyone could be well-off, and living here, I’ve just reinforced my belief that the western world is going down the tubes.

Anywhoo, Damon and I are still trying to think up business ideas and applying for jobs in other countries, though nothing is looking good for the immediate future… It may be super cheap to live here, but it still does technically cost something.

My ideal dream is for us to move to Siquijor and just live on the beach with all of our cats in a house we build ourselves.
He says he knows enough people that we could probably pay someone a few pesos each month to live on their land, which would be really nice.

Ideally, I would continue this bloggity, and start to design, create, and sell my own clothing and jewelry, which has been a goal of mine since childhood.

He’d go off fishing or hunting lizards or whatever he would do all day, and we would help our community by planting veggie gardens and teaching the local kids random stuff like English, or cooking, or Sports like Bordenball or whatever they needed or wanted…We’d continue collecting cats and keeping them healthy and neutered, and maybe someday even open a little restaurant from our home.

Someday all of it will be a reality… If I made it this far, those dreams aren’t far off the map.

 

 

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Posted by on September 29, 2013 in Uncategorized

 

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Reading is cheap – Writing saves – And ‘rithmetic is for frugal farts

I suppose in this post, I should tell you more about me, and how I ended up living in the Philippines.

Like I mentioned in my first post, I was living in Canada… and I have to say, for a country that boasts a reputation for being free, tolerant, and full of opportunity… my quality of life was terrible.
Job turnover is a nightmare, minimum wage is the standard rate of pay for most work, excruciating rent prices and utility costs are the norm, food is low in quality and high in cost, the people are hypocritical and attracted to drama, and the overall morale of the entire country, while presented to the globe as high, realistically, is lower than I’ve ever seen it before.

I had been from one end of the country to another last summer, in a last-bid attempt to regain control over my reality.
I had always wanted to hitch hike, so I packed my things up, and set out for the west coast of Canada.
While the trip was definitely fun, showing me lots of new things and giving me the sense of adventure and independence I had craved for a long time, it was slow-going, exhausting and sometimes terrifying, as well as downright freezing at night time.

Eventually though, I ended up in Alberta. I worked there for a while, until it became the same old story… a mind full of shambles, and a life full of chaos. I went back on disability, and tried again to pull my life together with the wonderfully generous help and shelter of two awesome chicks I met through mutual friends. 

Throughout all of this, there was a man whom I had met online, also through mutual friends, that I occasionally spoke to, over a period of two years.
His name is Damon Flint, and he was (( and still is )) the damn coolest guy I had ever heard about in my life.
Everyone’s stories about him were outrageous, larger than life, and hilariously genuine. 
Whenever I spoke to him, my life would brighten, and for those moments, I felt like I could take on the world in my own ass-kicking, brassy kind of way. 
While in NS and Alberta, we started speaking much more regularly, and it got to the point where we would Skype every single day… Both of our sleep schedules became so erratic it was silly.

While living with those two awesome Ladies, Damon and I decided we wanted to be together enough to make it a reality, and so I worked on getting a passport. It took about a month, but after it arrived, he and his mother booked the plane ticket immediately, and a day later, I was on my way.

It has been a sensational journey, and I am very lucky to have found a man so caring and loving as he is. 
I appreciate every day that not only are we together, but we get to spend the rest of our days in paradise. 

And now you know a bit more about me!

 

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Posted by on September 17, 2013 in Uncategorized

 

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