More Fun in The Philippines


Latham’s preparing for his HS final film production and they want to include a green screen shot of a woman driving.  So this weekend they ran a few green screen tests.  Here’s his friend Carl goofing around to music to test the green screen and lighting.  Keep watching ….around the 1:00 mark, it all falls apart!  Makes me laugh every time…!

P.S.  I love how the green screen picks up the trees and makes them look like they’re on fire!!

How to Toilet Train Your Cat


Butter wouldn’t melt….

Latham told me that as he was heading off to college next year, I should take this opportunity to buy a cat as a child replacement, or use it as an excuse anyway.  It was his way of trying to talk me into getting a cat.  I was pretty adamant that we didn’t need another pet in our mobile lives.  The cost, worries and sheer logistics just logically weigh the benefits of having a small, warm creature curled up on your lap every night.  Also, with Latham off to college, I can think of other things to do with my time than just have another entity to look after all the time.  But after a year of being worn down by cute kittens in the pet shop window and heavy hints from Robert and Latham, I finally succumbed, and last September we bought a very cute siamese.  And with her came the dreaded world of pet travel rules and regs, airline restrictions, and worst of all, what to do with her during the complexities of changing post.  Like I say….a bad idea in every way except that we all wanted a cat again.  Logic loses to emotion, yet again.

So over here in teenage land, I am dealing with potty training again.  Living in a high rise apartment meant a kitty litter tray – we’ve never had to have one for any length of time before — and its nuisance and smell.  Plus kitty litter is very expensive here.  (A ridiculous, heavy, luxury import if you think about it.)  Our helper very graciously does most of the dirty work, but our kitchen area is completely unliveable without some scooping upkeep by yours truly.
Tired of the expensive kitty litter and smelly bathroom, I looked online for alternative litter tray products and in the process discovered the wonderful world of toilet trained cats.  The prospect of toilet training her so that she did everything but flush, was very appealing and we started the process about a couple of months ago.

I’ll spare you pictures of the first part.  Essentially you just move the kitty litter tray from its original location, slowly, until it is located adjacent to the toilet.  Then, as she accepts that, you start raising it, slowly…using boxes or telephone directories ….one at a time…. until the kitty litter tray is parallel in height to the toilet seat.  Its very important that the raised tray is secure, non wobbling and able to take the force of her leap without scaring her. Depending how far away the tray’s current location is from the proposed toilet, this could take days or a few weeks.

Once you have it parallel to the seat, you move it on to the seat itself.  Leave it there for a while.  She is now jumping up on to the toilet seat to do her business.  An important goal has been reached.  Again, structural security is everything.  Use lots of duct tape!  Make sure that the toilet seat lid is taped in the open position.  You don’t want that to come crashing down accidentally and ruin your progress.

Now comes the tricky bit. The litter tray has to go.  But cats like to dig and scratch around, and the noise of the water below can be a bit scary. So again, slowly is the key.

Raise the lower toilet seat and tape a disposable aluminium pan to the inside of the ceramic bowl.  It has to be tabled really securely and able to take the weight of the cat, Here’s my first insert:

Note ample duct tape securely affixed to clean dry surface. Can’t emphasis this enough!

Lower the seat so kitty has somewhere to learn to stand and balance and you have this….which is starting to look awfuly familiar:

The next step was to be cutting a small hole in the center of the aluminum tray. However, my husband unexpectedly stepped in and bought me the “Litter Kwitter” kitty training set, which does all the construction work for you. I had spotted it online, but as it cost $50 and I knew I could pull the whole thing off with cheap aluminum trays and a pair of scissors, I was too cheap to purchase it. But he did, and yes,it was easier with the pre-made trays, but doing it yourself is very feasible too. Just keep enlarging the hole — slowly over time.

As we were now Litter Kwitter owners, after 1-2 weeks of the pan in place as before, I inserted the orange LK disc, which has a medium sized hole as below:

This was the hardest stage so far. For the first week or two she missed more often than not. At first, we think she never aimed for the hole, hitting the water only accidentally as she tried to use the litter area around the edge. For us though, it was already a success as just having to flick turds from the ledge into the water and flushing was so vastly better than the litter tray. After about a month she was only missing occasionally. There was never any clumping in the litter as the “shorter” visits were hitting the water 100% of the time. Time to move on to the green ring:

More of the same, of course, except the hole is bigger. This is the stage we are at currently and I expect things to progress now so that we don’t need anything in a month or two. Even if she never progressed on from here, the smell and mess is negligible. I could happy stay here and never worry about a litter tray again.

Bottom line is that my description might make this sound like a lot of work for a long time. It isn’t. You don’t have to be diligent. There’s no timetable. I can forget about the plan for a week or two and life goes on. In fact that’s better, as slowly is the key to success. Of course, for an FS family, we do still have one more problem: How easily do toilet trained cats use other human toilets? Can I take her to a new bathroom in our Nepal home and will she adapt? Can I pop into the Ladies room with her at the airport en route? I guess we’ll have to wait and see!

Sign Language: Roadmap 2030


There aren’t many so many hilarious “Engrish” signs in the Philippines.  Filipinos usually have beautifully written English, correctly spelled with good grammar.  No struggling with “chicen” or “chikken” here.  Its always spelt “chicken”. Nor any not-so-delicious-sounding dishes such as “deep fried crap” on the menu.   But there’s plenty of other things that jump out for comment.  Here’s a large sign from Dumaguete airport from the local police force, outlining their vision and mission statement for their goals until 2030:

Its interesting how it seems both laudable (who wouldn’t want those goals), sincere, naive (given the many corruption struggles here) and a bit desperate (no-one in the west would write this, suggesting that things aren’t that way currently) – all at the same time.  And bringing the Almighty into a public service statement is just not done in the West.  Ultimately a more interesting sign than a badly spelled menu, I think.

Would you like fries with that?..


There are lots of lots of opportunities for home delivery of food here in Manila.  Just about everyone does home deliver … even McDonalds….even non-chain, independent restaurants.   You see the delivery motorbikes all the time, making dangerous moves in and out of the traffic.  We don’t really do it usually, but last night was an exception.  Latham had his final TOK rehearsal with his presentation partner, and I bought them delivered pizza to keep ’em going and keep ’em focused.

When the pizza showed up, I didn’t give it much thought.  It was just a pizza delivery. But what transpired was really adorable and sort of left me gaping.  The conversation went something like this:

Pizza Delivery Guy:  Good evening mam.  I present to you your pizza delivery.  Presenting your ham and bacon pizza, mam. <removes insulated carrier from his insulated back pack>

Me: Oh, er, thank you very much.

Pizza Guy:  Your pizza, mam, is delivered to you at 7:03pm, mam. A delivery of 24 minutes, mam.

Me: That’s great, thank you

Pizza Guy:  <removes pizza from carrier>.  Mam, this is your HOT on the DOT pizza. <he whips out a small plastic circular device and holds it over a thermal circle on the box. The disc reads “hot”> As you can see it is delivered Hot on the Dot.  <He points to the circle>

Me:  Oh, thank you, that’s great.

Delivery Guy: <opens box letting out half of the heat> Your pizza mam.  With no mushrooms as you asked.

<produces another box> Also, mam, your pigs in a blanket, mam.

Me: Thank you

Delivery Guy: <whips out a bottle from a previously unknown cooler on his other side>…and your Pepsi Max mam.  I must caution you to take care when removing the lid,  mam, to avoid accidents.

Me: Er, yes, good idea.  Let’s take care of the eyeballs. How much is that?….

Palawan Adventures: Part 2 Ode to the Coconut


For some reason in Western culture, coconuts can be a little bit silly.  Throw a few coconuts into a skit and you have South Pacific spoof.  Two coconut shells and a grass skirt is a man in drag. Paint one up and stick one on a pole and you have a coconut deity.  You can “go coco” or throw things at them to win prizes.  This song sums it up really: 

Around the Philippines however, they are a major source of so many products and foods.  The trees are everywhere.  Leave Manila for one hour on the highway, and there they are:  Buko (young coconuts) to drink, dried coconut, fresh coconut, coconut oil, coconut matting, coconut fibre, palm fronds for roofing, woven palm frond mats, coconut shell products… the list goes on.

Walking around the house in Palawan, coconuts fell quite frequently from the trees.

I actually thought twice before cutting through the coconut plantation near us.  Every hour or two there would be a heavy thud, and a coconut would land on the ground.  Have one of those hit you and you’d know about it!  Stats say that 150 people a year die from falling coconuts.  More than sharks, I understand.  (But even that stat has an air of ridiculous about it.)

The caretaker cleaned the young coconuts for us and handed out buko drinks.  The machete handling is anything but silly: 

Occasionally the caretaker would go around and pick up the fallen coconuts and toss them onto a pile.  You see this piles all over the Philippines and they look like discarded  refuse.  But they will come back at some point and pick up the shells or the fibre casings to make something.  Nothing is wasted.

Santa and his Workman Elves


It’s the Christmas party at the Facilities Maintenance Dept today and Latham and I decided to make a cake.

Christmas cake making used to be an annual tradition when my father was alive, as he loved fruit cake.  I would bake him one every year and spend a week decorating it with a different Christmas theme each time.  Then every night through the holidays and long beyond, he would slice off a little bit of the fruit cake after dinner and slowly enjoy it until it was all gone.  After he died, I had a small baby and no-one who truly loved it like he did…so the tradition mostly went away.  But it did leave me with quite a few sugarcraft tricks and skills, and this week Latham and I decided to put them to use and make a cake for Robert’s department Christmas party.  The theme was a natural:  facilities maintenance elves helping to construct a gingerbread house for Santa.  Latham was on it!  He designed the house and was a real partner in making layout and construction decisions.  We were a little limited on sugarcraft materials here in Manila, but were amazed what we could find in Gourdos, a gourmet cooking store across the street.  Unfortunately there were out of glucose, an essential ingredient to make modelling sugarpaste.  However, I found a stash from a wedding cake that I made a couple of years ago, and it turned out to be enough to make all the characters we needed.  (Its amazing what got packed in those kitchen boxes!)  We made power tools and screwdrivers, ladders and saws.  We even found chocolate rocks so the elves could construct a footpath.

I think we ended up with a very acceptable cake, but the most fun for me was that I got to do arts and crafts with my 16-yr old son again….it’s been a while!  And unlike arts and crafts with little ones, he was there for the whole process from conception to finishing touches.

Jolly Jeepneys



I don’t remember where I saw it, but I remember reading an insightful  commentary on the jeepney as a symbol of the Philippines.  I’m not sure I can do it justice, but I will attempt to repeat the gist of it here.  The article talked about the origins of the jeepney, jeeps inherited by Filipinos who, after the second world war, turned the beat-up abandoned military vehicles into something useful and unique.  Today the jeepney is essentially still a pile of old metal, often in bad need of repair, and held together with string and a prayer.  But with a touch of Filipino flair, some colorful embellishments and a healthy dash of optimism, the jeepney appears so much more than the sum of its parts.  Like Filipinos themselves, they make up for lack of substance with ingenuity, optimism and good humour.

And, yes, buses and metros are usually much more effective methods of transport.  Jeepneys clog the streets, carry limited numbers, and belch out polluting smoke into the already choking atmosphere. However, the metro here is woefully inadequate for such a large city.  I’ve yet to have a reason to use it.  Jeepneys, by contrast, are everywhere in Manila, in the provinces and on the islands.  Each one is unique and emblazoned with a personal message….anything from a bible quote to “Elvis is King”… expressing the owner’s faith, hopes or world view.

They are all individually owned. Routes are hand-painted on the side of the vehicle.  Passengers embark or disembark at will…there are no official stops.  Fares are cheap.  From a tourist perspective, they don’t offer much to see.  The small windows and inward-facing seats mean that it is difficult to see out.  They only hold about 20 (small) people at a maximum, but there always seems to be room for one more as the fares go straight to the owner-operator driver.  Yet they are the most colorful and attractive thing on most streets and I never tire of looking for my next favourite, really cool one.

Here’s a little humour on how to ride one around the city:

Sign Language: How much to spend a penny?


My favourite sign so far….located outside a Filipino public toilet.  Price varied with intention!  No 1 and No 2 are self-explanatory (pun spotted!)  … 3. is shower and 4. is wash.  Not sure how you can do one without the other….

For other signs along the way see:  http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_photo_challenge/signs/

 

Japanese Jacuzzi?


Meet one of Japan’s more bizarre inventions – the Japanese toilet bidet.

Looks like a regular toilet, right?  It does function as a normal toilet but has the added features of a heated seat; extract fan; rear, front, and “female” rinsing (with selective adjustments of oscillate and pulsate) and a deodorizer and dryer.

Pretty kinky stuff!  But also rather practical….  Most Americans seem to have a bidet phobia,  and I must admit it’s a pretty scary experience the first time you try…But once you experience a nether region “wash and blow dry”… you may just understand the attraction!