Tara, Tara na!

Blearily creating a blog (the word still sounds so new-fangled to me...scary!) while reclining limply on a bottom bunk in a guesthouse dorm room was not something that I had planned on doing during this SE Asian adventure.  For one, I have much too much work to do.  Also, internet connection's usually not so great.  This is all a huge surprise to me. I. am. shocked.

But boredom is the mother of unnecessary, frivolous pastimes.  I've been struck down by a nasty bacterial infection that lingers on, and renders me exhausted and faint.  I'm actually tired of sleeping, and too tired to work, and the internet here at the Banwa Art House in Puerto Princesa is fantastically fast. So here we go.  Tara na!  (that means "let's go!" in Tagalog, and I still think that people are constantly calling my name).

These'll mainly be excerpts from my journal that I've been keeping.  Actually keeping 2 journals...one typed, one hand-written, because each offers their own merits.  This causes me much angst, and has done so for many of my travels already.  I don't see it being resolved in the near future.

ah. By the way: Ravoravo is Malagasy for "happy". Right, I'm not in Madagascar.  But I like the word.