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It is so easy to find stories about the bad in any city, Dumaguete included. How refreshing and reassuring to find people who do things out of the goodness of their hearts with no motive other than to help another person. Thanks for the story Ron, it reaffirms the belief that there are still charitable, compassionate souls in the world.

Chi Town

 

Awesome!

Now that's what I call hospitality at it's best! Thanks for sharing the awesome story! Happy riding! Viper58

 

Why my face is now swollen and bruised

We were dining on the boulevard Friday night. The others were still eating, and I wanted to walk across the street and watch the waves. As soon as I walked outside, however, I felt a little dizzy and sickly. I went ahead across the street and sat on the retaining wall along the walkway. I felt like I was going to throw up and had considered going to the sea wall. Next thing I recall, I was on my knees on the pavement, with my left eye smashed against the concrete. I had been dreaming. I had my glasses on, and they were pressed into my eye. My hands were at my side, rather than supporting part of my weight. I wondered why I had my face against the walkway. Had I been on the ground to pray, or was I listening for something? I remembered having been ill and thought perhaps I had been on my knees from that. I picked myself up and sat again. It came to me that I had not gone to the ground on my own. Had I fainted? I've never fainted in my life. (I should add here that I'd had nothing to drink.)

I lay back on the grass and thought. It occurred to me that I had, indeed, passed out. How long had I been on the ground? There were lovers sitting nearby on either side of me. Why hadn't someone come to my aid? I know they must have been afraid of me and probably thought I was drunk. I sat up again and saw my wife was just walking up. When she saw my face, she was aghast. My eye was swollen and bruised, and my forehead had a bad scrape on it.

I don't know for sure what had happened to make me pass out; I've gotten sick before from what I think were the effects of jet-lag. I was out cold before I went to the ground, so I never braced myself for the fall. My hands were at my side as my face took the full force of my landing. I've got a bandage on my forehead and a heck of a black-eye to show for it. I keep showing it to guys and telling them never to talk back to a woman.

I don't really blame the locals who sat there as I lay on the ground. I later determined that I had been there for several minutes. I think they should have called out for help, if they had been too afraid of me to come over, even if they did think me intoxicated. But they were all young and most likely just didn't know how to react.

 

Well but for the grace of god go I, as they say. If that's a true story its worth a free beer when your up to having a cold one again. Wow, lucky no one rifled your pockets, thats the good luck in a bad situation.
A friend of mine was in a motorcycle accident lost consciousness, woke up in the hospital sans wallet, take the good with the bad, someone got him to the hospital, but he was relieved of his wallet.
Hope your feel better.

 

Yeah, that's true, but I couldn't have lost much. I was wearing a watch I'd bought for six bucks and didn't have any money of wallet. My wife won't let me have any money. :(
But we're in Manila now for our last leg of the trip. Thanks for the offer.

(I miss my doggies!) :p
Richard

 

I wonder what a "Northern Yankee" is. Does a Southern Yankee exist? I can think of the "War of Northern Aggression" the term Yankee is dated and to some derogatory.

 

Yankee is a term for an American, south or north. Of course, during the Civil War, Yankee meant northern, but then, the south was no longer part of the country. So a northern Yankee is an American from the north. I said northern Yankee because I was speaking partly to Filipinos, most of whom don't know a Boston accent from a Brooklyn one. Actually, I usually say Wretched Hyena is a Boston dialect version of Richard Hayner. I don't say it as anything against northerners or Bostonians, but simply to be humorous. I'm a Texan, and we make fun of our accent, too. We say we're goin to Foat Wuth to git sumthin. We're always fixin to do sumthin.
I know you weren't referring to this, but I'm going to get on my soap box:
I'm not one to distinguish yankee as north because I consider that we are one and the south was only temporarily not yankee. I am disgusted by the idea of "heritage" of the south being that of the confederacy. I believe most people who use the Confederate battle flag are doing so for racist reasons. They often use the rationalization that it is a matter of heritage, but the Nazi flag is just as much a part of German heritage, and I don't see that as a good reason to fly the Nazi flag. The south was wrong. It was a fight for an evil cause. I'm glad they lost.

 

A good question. Certainly it depends on context and historical period to determine whether a given term or symbol has a loaded meaning.
To answer your question simply, yes a southern yankee can indeed exist. In the eyes of central american revolutionary groups of the sixties, remember "yankee go home" banners? Certainly there was no deliniation between regions of the U.S.

However, when Samuel Clemmens wrote a Connecticut Yankee in King Arthurs CourtIt was not a derogotory term.

When a southern "rebel" addressed a northern "Yankee", of course it was a derogotory comment.

The association of the confederate flag with racism is a long and convoluted story, and has more to do with hidden association in modern times than during the civil war. While indeed the southern flag is part northern as well as southern heritage (like it or not) as a historical symbol, today it carries a racial overtone. This is not helped by white extremist groups adopting the confderate flag as one of their symbols.

 

If you observe the boulevard it's a promanade of dumaguete night life .Even before WHY NOT or Musix box existed it's normal to see badly intoxicated souls spending their night under those acasia trees.I used to walk/jog sometimes reaching the boulevard and sometimes can spot one or two lost men snoring their heads off or oddly one lying in his own vomit.What i'm saying,perhaps during that occasion they probably mistake you WH as the 'one of them' , people wrongly perceived you as too drunk to manage ,and just left you of your own to recover,when it could be perhaps fatal, a stroke for instance.

 

Been going to Hypermart for two years, the attendents always rearrange your bike to suit their plan, never ask for tip. Today I pulled in and parked askew figuring that the attendent would put it where he wanted it. All of a sudden the guy shouts, "please park your motor properly, I only work for tips". I was so surprised by this I pushed the bike to a "proper" spot and muttered, no tip for you then.
When I came out that guy sat on his @ss and another retrieved my bike for me, he got a nice tip.
What was he thinking?