My holidays Trip

Good day.

A lot of bros ask me about my adventure with maids. And did I ever go back with them for trips or visiting their place/house in their home town and province

Yes I did. I was the adventurous type, and I had no problem walking alone on the street of Manila.

So decided to write on one of my best trip to Philippines. Pardon me if I am slow to update this post, as I just started writting and had to pause to recall the details.

Sorry for poor description and grammer as I am no writer.

But I really do appericate bros, if you like my story. Upz me some beer

There I was, sitting comfortable at the business class cabin of PAL and with a grin on my face that had lasted almost an hour. I was on my way back from my holiday trip. Or I rather call it the “sexpedition” because I flew to my FB home town for 5 days. .

Her place is 8 hours bus trip from Manila. My aim to have a quiet and screwing her holiday. But never, never did I expected that I end up screwing more than one..

Here are the breakdown

A) My FB

B) My FB young daughter

C) My FB younger sister

D) Ex FB = Miss $200, see my other posting

Knowing my FB for almost year. She planned to go back to her hometown for 2 week vacation and ask me if I want to tag along. She is going back to meet her family and at the same time is her brother death anniversary She had completed her 2 years contract here and had just renewed for another 2 years. In between, she is allowed 2 week holiday off, air ticket will be paid by her employer.

I always wanted to visit the Philippines and since I have a trusted FB, why not? So I ask her for the date and I make a trip to the travel agent at Lucky Plaza and booked my ticket. The counter staff offer me a 3 days 2 night promotion with staying at Holiday inn in Manila. I took the offer and request my stay in the hotel to be at the last 3 days of my trip. Meaning I will follow my FB to her place first and then come back to Manila for the last 3 days.

So initial planning

Sunday : Sin to Mnl

Monday : FB house

Tuesday : FB house

Wednesday : FB house

Thursday : Manila

Friday : Manila

Saturday Mnl to Sin

Quote:

Originally Posted by

AirBust

TS, you are really brave to even step into her house. Not afraid her family members will do things to you?

Bro AirBust

yup. Not scare.

1. Know her for a year = 12 off day + some holiday.

2. Need a hoilday to de-stress

3. Sick and tired of nearby country

4. Believe no venture no gain, no fuck no son, no guts no glory

5. When it time to die, it is time to die.

6. Life is short, enjoy it.

7. Don’t worry, be happy

I am glad I tried…it was one of my best holiday trip

All set and meet her at the airport on Sunday morning. Her employer only drop her outside the departure hall and went off, She proceed to meet me and we check in together ,sitting side by side in the economy class, Almost 4 hours later, we landed outside Aqnioy International Airport.

Hail a local taxi which send us down to the bus interchange. Looking at the street of Manila, I find them rather old and not as tidy as compare to the city business area - Markati. Looking at the billboard and sign along the way, saw Jolie Bee, Chow King, KFC and Macdonald. It was an eight hour journey from the bus station to my FB house. So I just stuff my ear with the headphone and relax to the music in my handphone.

As we go further and further away from Manila towards north of Luzon , passing by countless towns, mountains, rivers etc. Was really amazed by this wonderful country. The wheels of modern time seems to have forgotten this country, leaving in my views the original untouch breadth taking scenery. Eight hour bus journey in the highway to reach her province and town. The so call higway is a 2 way single lane road. Not like what we have here 3 - 4 lanes on the expressway. Bus was easily stop and jam by the following

1. Herd crossing - cow, goat, sheep crossing from one side of the road to the farm on the other side

2. Grain drying - along the highway there a a lot of farm, as farming require mud, there is not much cement building around for them to dry their grain. So those smart farmers will spread all the rice grain still wrap with the husk on the highway. Allowing all sort of vehicles to pass thru and grinding it. That is why I cannot find much whole grain when I shop at their supermarket. All was crush into broken bits.

3. Cow cart - farmers using cow to do short distance transport . They too hog the road

4. Wedding party. They make full use of cement road

5. Funeral - to transport the body to the grave yard. Simillar to our local chinese style.

Nigth fall and finally the bus pull to a stop.

Me : finally, have we arrive?

FB : not really, we just reach the town only

Me : really, still got some more road to travel? My legs don’t feel like they belong to me now..

FB : My brother will pick us up and send us to my house. Another half and hour journey

Me : Good grief.

When we drop off from the bus,her borther was there waiting for us near a petrol kisok with his motorcycle attached with a side car . Togther with him was his son and my FB daughter

Profiles

Brother - A robust farmer, being farming since he help his dad and take over the farming land

Brother son - tall and skinny. Studying IT in the local Uni

FB daughter - aged 20. small size, have a small dimple when she smile, a rather SYT

I greet the brother and his son. But My FB daughter was rather shy, she just call me Tito and stay with my FB. Tito means Uncle.We boarded the motorcycle and head straight for home.

Thanks for the supports.

Sorry but I cannot rush into juicy details sooner. I have to describle what I saw in the hometown.

I believe it is good to learn more when reading, even into FRs. Don’t wish for my story to be just talking about action on the bed.

Here are some common term I will be using

Tito - Uncle ( Bro hongy is right , it really sound like tiko

)

Tita - Aunty ( sound like ti da - talkative in Hokkien )

So men = tiko and women = naggy…..hahahah

Ate ( read as Ah Teh = big sister )

Nanay ( read as Nai Nai = mother )

Tatay ( read as dai tai = Father ).

Enjoy reading my story. Have a nice weekend

Quote:

Originally Posted by

ol’coyote

yo bro starbuck…

me enjoying your story too…

but me thot mother = mama…and father = papa ?…

at least tat wat the gals me had told me…

Thanks Bro.

Just like Chinese, there are different dialect group in the Phillppines too.

My FB speak Ilocano.

Mama and papa = they follow the spanish way of calling.

The way home was pitch dark. hardly can see the path ahead. They do have street lamp, but the darkness of the night was overwhelming. My and my FB was sitting inside the side car. Her brother as the rider, son and daughter was the pillion. The road was bumpy too, keep getting my head knock against the top of the side car.

Finally we reach her house. It was a plot of land on the left side of the road. On this very land, three houses make of grey cement bricks and zinc tiles roof was build on it. Houses were not paint, you can feel and see the grey color and the crack and dirt on it. I feel a sense of like our old kampung’s feel.

House Layout and Floor plan

Once you exit from the road, you will face the door of the house. On the left, it is her brother’s. Middle house live my FB and her daughter and on the right is her parents and my FB youngest son. All three house have a small size like balcony oustide the door. A small path from each balcony lead to where I am standing now, parking space for the motocycle. No cement floor or black coal road leading to the house. It was all natural soil and rock. A bit hard to walk under the pitch darkness.

Entering the house welcoming me was the living room. On the right was my FB’s room. The next room was her daughters’. Moving down was the dinning room and kitchen. At the back was the washing room and another kitchen. Exit from this kitchen, you will find the toliet and bathroom and a water pump standing in between of the space of these 2 rooms. beyond these 2 rooms are endless stretch of paddy fields….

Her parents and her son was in the living room welcoming me.

FB : this is my nanay and tatay

Me : Hello, nanay and tatay

I took their right palm and place it on my forehead. A gesture of traditional respect for elders. The old couples smiled boardly at me.

FB : You will sleep in my room tonight and I will sleep with my daughter in her room.

Me : Ok.

She bring me to her room so that I can change and unpack. It was a small room. with an old king size bed, dressing table and a old wardrobe with the handle missing and a small plastic table.

There are 2 small windows in her room, one facing the road the other facing her parents house. And to my greatest shocking…there was no air con!!!! I cannot sleep without air con…

( Ji Bai Chiam Liao )

As it was getting late, I could not go for a quick shower. This is becasue there is no heater in her house. To boil hot water will take quite a while and everyone is tired. I have but no choice just change into my night suit. I open the wardrobe and look for spacing to put my clothing from my luggage.

On one layel of the shelves, I saw some bras neatly folded. What catches my eyes was a small white bra with brown poka dots. I put my finger on it and fondle it slowly. It does not belong to my FB. Her size is bigger, this look like a teenager’s bra. I lift it up with both hand and the bra fallen from folding, right infront of my very eyes…hmmmm cup B. Bring it closer to my face and a lite fragance smell creep slowly into my nose. The bra was not new, but was cleanly wash.

Just then my FB appear from the door

FB : Dear, have you change? I have bring you a small fan.

And she saw me holding the white poka dot bra. What will you, fellow brother samster do? For me, I just lift the bra and show it to her.

Me : This is yours? Very cute.

FB : No, this belong to my daughter ( smiling )

Me : No wonder I found it too small to fit you. Why is your daugther stuff in the wardrobe. ( putting back the bra into the shelve.)

FB : She run out of space in hers and I don’t really use this wardrobe, since I am working oversea.

Me : I see. She had grown into a fine young lady.

I move toward her and put my arms around her. Kissing her on her cheeks and slowly moving to her lips. She giggle a bit and allow my lips to be locked with hers. Her left hand slide down to my little brother and grip him tightly. While still gripping , she stop kissing me and say

FB : Dear, it is late and I am sleeping with my daughter. Now be a good boy and go to bed. Alot to do tomorrow morning.

My speedometer went from 120 kph and straight down to zero. But I do understand her concern. So I kiss her goodnight and prepare myself for the night.

Hahaha, sis, it is almost midnight. And there is no water tap. You have to use the water pump to pump up water into a pail and bring it into the bathroom.

Water is free from the ground. And like most water well….it will be freezing cold

The bed was an old king size bed with mattress, a pillow and a blanket and a green color net. All those who stay by the country side have mosquito nets covering their bed while they sleep. Reason is simple, farming site are hot spot for these insects. I stood infront of the bed looking helpless at the net. It had been folded nicely and put next to the pillow. How do i know how to setup this net? We never have such things back in Singapore.

Luckily my FB is kind enough to help. So embrassing, cannot not even set up a net?

She flip open the net, pull two corner of it and hook to two rusty nails by the side of the window. The balance two goes to another two nails on the wall. Me - a man from a great city just stand by and watch. Offer no help and don’t know where to help.

FB : All ready, sleep tight

Another issue come to my mind…………. Where is the bolster? No bolster how to sleep? Slowly I crawl my way into the bed. Squeaky sound follow on every move that I make. Mattress was hard and the spring had lost it bounciness. The pillow was soft and flat. I wanted to cry…now I really miss my bed. I swirl the blanket into a bolster form and cuddle it.

Eyes shut and was trying to sleep. But noise kept coming to my ears. Distance dog barking, motor vehicle passing by occasionally and those dreaful sound make by insects near the farm. I knew it it going to be a long night. But fatigue finally caught up with me and I soon dozed off into slumberland.

End of day 1