The thing I love about this photo is the angles. They are all over the place.
This is the only street sign I’ve seen in Cebu.
The culture I grew up in, has very limited perception of where our food comes from. I still to this day, have never killed a chicken. I’ve probably eaten more than 1,000 of them. I think this separation from our food causes a fision in our perception of the world we live in.
While walking the street the other day, I saw this man carrying a chicken unceremoniously. Some folks from my culture will be upset with the image below… I consider the fact that these people know what their dead animals look like, makes them much closer to the real world.
Your Chicken lo Mein from Panda Express needed one of these:
I’ve been in The Philippines for eleven days now. Here are the updates.
Working With Chris
Chris Ducker is a destroyer. From the day I landed here I’ve been busy working on interesting, fast moving projects. You could say I got swept up into it.
Experiencing his managerial prowess and hearing his stories of building businesses all over the world has given me more valuable business knowledge than my 4 years studying International Business in the University system (I’m exaggerating – I really value my University experience.)
The other day he says to me, “Ian lets take a picture for this blog post.”
My whole face is swollen up with a fungus infection because silly me was sucking on a dirty mango in the excited mist of returning to the tropics. I’m definitely not looking as dashing as possible. Anyhow, Chris has an electric attitude towards getting stuff done, and I like that sort of attitude. “Alright, lets do it!”
For those following me through him- don’t worry. The guy is firing on all 8 (12?) cylinders and there will be heaps of great stuff to come.
This place is loud, dirty and pure havoc.
I love it. Honestly, it’s pure freedom.
I’m coming off 9 months in New Zealand. New Zealand is probably the safest place on Earth. The national news talks about cats stuck in trees. No one has guns. There are no snakes. Stores all close before 4:30. It’s a utopia if you want to chill and raise a family.
Here in the Philippines, things are different. Everything looks unsafe here. In fact, I don’t think I’ve seen one thing in the past 11 days that wouldn’t make NATIONAL news in New Zealand. From the overloaded droopy power lines to the helmet-less family on a motorbike. From the smog chuggin’ trucks to the no-refrigeration open air fish markets. Hell, there are even shotgun sportin’ security guards outside each bank! Everything here would be considered a crime in New Zealand. I like it!
I feel like I could write a weekly photo blog update on exotic things I see here…Would you be interested in reading that? Comment below. Tweet or e-mail me. Tell me what you think
My 200 km Drive Around the Island
I hired a scooter and drove 200 km around the north end of Cebu Island in a day.
I didn’t see another white guy until I got back to Cebu.
What a fantastic adventure.
Here is a small and beautiful photo blog of the Journey.
The fungus has cleared off my face (thanks to the freedom to buy prescription medicine over the counter.)
Also, I got a hair cut today. It was a great bare essentials haircut with no luxury spared. A bit of a massage, a bit of a straight razor shave (with a utility style razor), a bit of isopropyl alcohol for gel. I even learned some new Visayan words. My barber, Joseph, stands about 4’6″ and lives across the street from me.
It cost 40 philippine pesos.
If you want to know how much that is in USD, Google the phrase “40 php in usd”
That’s it… for now…
I really appreciate you reading this blog and interacting with me.
Would you be interested in a weekly photo & comment blog about the bizarre stuff in Cebu?
This weekend Veronica and I went to Waiheke Island with some really lovely friends. These two are doing well as professionals and they enjoy a different lifestyle than us. They treated us to a day in their lives.
This was a marvelous shock to my system. We enjoyed exceptional food, unique delicious wine in one of the most scenic restaurants I’ve ever visited. This experience was a fantastic shock to my system. Luxury living is pretty bad-ass!
While sipping that exotic rose overlooking the beautiful bays of Wieheke Island, I came to a realization; I’ve been scrounging through life for a long time now. This scrounging was by choice. I wanted a life of frugal global travel. Jack Kerouac, hawaiian subsistence surfers and cowboy culture was all that inspired me so picking fruit, scavenger surf life and mustering cattle was exactly what I was shooting for. I’m very proud of attaining these bizarre lifestyles.
Now, I’ve grown tired of the struggle inherent in that lifestyle choice. I’ve been exploring a more luxurious lifestyle. This morning, Ramit Sethi kicked my tail with this webinar. It’s an hour long description of how to find a dream job.
Everything he says makes perfect sense and I don’t know why I didn’t think this stuff up on my own. I’ve had an “Ah-Ha” moment.
In honor of that post, I’ve decided to test an assumption I have about my expat life in Auckland. My assumption:
In order to work in a professional digital marketing firm in Auckland, New Zealand, you must be a Kiwi or someone planning to dedicate years to the firm. They won’t even consider someone like me so I should explore labor or trucking to get by until I can return to the USA.
Ramit mentioned questioning your assumptions and writing them down. Now that I’ve written this one down, it seems much less assertive. Actually, it seems ridiculous.
What happens when I get back to the US and tell the new firm that I couldn’t get a job in Auckland? Why they will ask, Because I assumed I couldn’t get one? Thats pretty lame
Is there any reason to think that I can’t help these guys? It’s not like I don’t know what I’m doing right?
So I’m going to be dissecting this assumption over the next week. While breaking down this assumption, I also expect to learn a thing or two about digital marketing in Auckland. I’ll learn about problems in the industry, the way they operate and if it’s an enjoyable life.
Ideally, I’ll end up with a high paying position helping these companies kick ass in digital marketing that I can continue to help after I leave Aotearoa.
At the very least, I’ll learn that I’m not interested in digital marketing.