We devolved from shying away from beaches to not even making it to the shore of a lake. Maybe I am scared of the deadly fish, or the multitudinous snakes that the volcano guides fabricate because they are too lazy to hike. The overabundance of service makes everyone we run into think that we need something. The men offering their services at the Tagaytay rotunda were alarmingly aggressive, literally running alongside our moving car with signs promising Boat Ride or Place 2 Stay.
Other than failing at being real tourists we've been hanging out with family a lot. House parties in the Philippines equal a feast, plenty of beer and most importantly a karaoke machine. I am pretty sure that it is a rarity not to have one in your household. In other karaoke news, we stumbled upon a videoke shack near the house in Manila. It is the place to go to see large rodents swoon to the sound of Celine Dion or Kevin singing "Every Breath You Take".
We finally made it to a disco as well after altogether failing at staying awake past midnight on New Year's Eve. The disco we went to was designed to look like a boat dock and the interior was smokey and crowded. There was a throw down that ended our fun around 3 am. Beer bottles were wielded but not thrown, but it was enough for the house lights to come up and the same beat to be repeated for the remainder of our stay.
Beer, light beer, strong beer: the three levels of beer experience.
We also crossed off the last item on our list of authentic Filipino food by stopping by a Jollibee. It is an institution here and a case study in how local competitors can outcompete American corporate behemoths, but I don't think the academics can begin to explain how the Ube Cheesey Magic was concocted.
Even those brave enough for discount cheese desserts were not ready to try the Tuna Pie on the Fish Delights menu.
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