Filed under: Pics | Tags: antidote, blue, Manila, rabies, Satin Bowerbird, snake poison, The Philippines
I didn’t know where to start, when I’d loaded photos from my trip to The Philippines this summer. It wasn’t very good pictures for one thing and they where filled with mixed emotions. To get something posted I found myself picking out blue things from the crowd just like the bird, what’s it called, The Satin Bowerbird.
Here I’m stuck at a hippie pension. I’m told not to go out after 23 pm by myself, I took their word for it. Hell had already started outside. And at that point I was totally a nubie. I I’d just arrived in Manila, after staying in the less hectic part of the Island, in the far northwest visiting relatives. At my first journey reaching outside Europe and neighboring Russia.
Snake poison antidote research. On the picture you see dead poison’s snakes preserved in alcohol. I visited a reptile zoo on the Mindaro Island held by this German biologist. I’ve always been crazy about wild life science, a real National Geographic whore! This dudes life really amazed me; living in the jungle in this cool house, not very far from superb diving spots, having your own reptile farm and doing research. Man! Maybe I should change mu study subject…
This picture was taken cruising the sic sac roads up to the city of Baguio, high above the mountains dressed in rain forest. The driver kissed his crucifix and just stepped on it… My step family was sitting on the seat behind and I was in the middle seat(my legs were too long for the backseat), the mini bus was packed as usual and being the only white person around they figured it was appropriate to push me against the door. One could just hope the door would stay closed. Outside was a few inches of road and after that just a steep down to the infinite. When I think about it, I guess I let them discriminate me. Looking down the mountains you feel so small and almost ashamed of being a polar bear.
A dog I accidentally woke up from it’s siesta. I was hunting for waterfalls, walked over a rusty hanging bridge over a river. On Both sides of the bridge were small villages. The people that lived there didn’t have any watches, instead they had a special bird in a cage that would alarm every hour during the day. Practical hah?
