Any modern writing course demands this opening sentence to summarize the the topic. I and a glass of vodka/grape Tang, however, demand said course shut the hell up.
We love our Boracay power outages so much that prostitutes offer a brownout discount and you know me, always a child of the dark. Holy Week on Boracay saw no less than five brownouts in the wee-hours and fortunately less that two hours each. Holy Week is our most un-holy time of the year and those brownouts happened exactly when thousands of Filipino and foreign tourists were returning to hotel rooms with choice selections of commercial ass.
Some call it prostitution, others call it Booya! Anyhoo, on the distinct night of April 9th just before midnight, the power went out….. Ohh lordie! Whatever will fall our small communi-taay now-wa!!!? (think Jim Jones) Seems the magic electric voodoo line went dead. No more picture box, no more fan, no more House in the new season and damnit that just wasnt gonna stand!
About midnight, the power went out and didnt want to come back. We sweated, and sweated, and heard everyone elses generators a-burning but not ours. We pay a monthly genny-fee yet it never gets turned on- frustrating at the least. Then a few hours later, miracle of all, the power was on. Thank you Jebus. Twenty minutes later, power died again to the stuccato firing of electrical flashes over two minutes for a simple line. Flash, boom, pop, pop. Fire.
…. 20 minutes later someone asks her if she called the fire department or Akelco, she says yes. Finally Mike from next door has an extinguisher to offer our hero Franco. Fire out. The Boracay Fire Department never responded that I saw. Its my window and stairwell, would have noticed such a thing.
I’m sitting in a bamboo lounge chair in a candlelit steamy room feeling very much like a scene from Apocolypse Now as the excitement has drawn every Filipino outside to a course of loud chattering, laughing, and chain smoking when a resident leans out with a booming “we’re trying to bloody sleep here! It’s 2 in the fucking morning!” Four hours until the electricians arrive to fix the problem………. 2 hours after that, another brownout until about 4pm, 15 hours all told. Go Boracay! all you have to do is lower your standards of living.
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Good post JD
Apr 16, 2010 at 1:15 PM