Expat in Bacolod is the name of this blog and this is a slightly tongue in cheek post. Some of you, not many, have commented that it’s not all about Bacolod and the Philippines. Correct!
It’s about an expat in Bacolod, me, and I happen to be a writer these days hence the sub-title under the title of the blog. I would dearly love to write every single post about Bacolod as it’s a wonderful place with wonderful people (the City of Smiles) and it’s the principal city of a beautiful island, Negros Island. I have said it before and here goes again, I love it here.
But look, I can’t write every single day about Bacolod because it’s where I now live. It’s an everyday occurrence to me. It would be akin to joining the Facebook posters who tell the world what they are eating 🙂 I do post when there is something interesting to say otherwise I am rather tied up with my other writing duties and promoting my new book. In any event, to those who are really keen to get a flavor of this locality why not read my book about Bacolod?
You can find it below. It’s called How to Drive Like an Idiot in Bacolod: An Expat’s Experiences of Driving in the Philippines and How to Survive.
Drive Idiot Book
Some of you have contacted me privately via email and I hope I have helped with your queries. Those people have come from all corners of the globe, the UK, US, Australia, Taiwan and Russia.
They all have one thing in common – they want to know more about Bacolod because they are thinking of settling here. Now Bacolod is a great place, make no mistake but it continues to frustrate the hell out of me at times.
That is my #1 tip to all those thinking of coming, get used to the differences rapidly or lose your hair. Even worse, you could stress so much you will have a heart attack. Chill when you get here and stay chilled.
I am learning to live with the rough as well as the smooth. The latter outweighs the former. Two examples of typical frustration can be found in TV scheduling and brownouts (power cuts or outages).
Finally, BeinSports arrived here and I set my alarm for 3 am Saturday morning as it was 8 pm in the UK. Why? Chelsea vs Liverpool FC. Groggily, I staggered downstairs, turned to the channel – nothing, nada, zip! Save for a blank screen.
Back to bed, thinking I’ll watch the replay scheduled for 3 pm Saturday. Grogginess now a distant memory, I settled down to watch the replay.
The schedule said three pm but this is the Philippines! Get used to it Steve, I said to myself.
As for scheduled and unscheduled brownouts, that’s for another post. They frustrate me no end.
But, I do love it here 🙂
It’s different than the UK or the US, bit that’s not too surprising. It’s a different country, different culture. Hell, it’s even in Asia 🙂
I have gotten used to seeing men pee in the street and quails running around at will even in my suburban street. I like it all.
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