If you read my 2023 – In Review, you will be aware of just how huge this year is set to be. Since meeting my beautiful fiancée Hannah, my life just seems to have grown in ways I could never have imagined beforeI It never ceases to amaze me. Each year out-ways the last, and, trust me, 2024 is going to top them all. I kinda feel bad for 2025, because, how’s it gonna top this? Who knows, time will tell.

We’re engaged, and, yes, we are getting Married!

When I proposed to Hannah, last year, it was just incredible, not just the surprising her after what was an absolute GARBAGE movie, (though, it was more a distraction whilst plans were underway, obviously) with the proposal. But, also, what’s just been incredible, to me, has been the completely universal reaction that’s come from it. All so positive, and, whilst life is never perfect, it really does feel like everyone is with us on this journey. And, as I mentioned in my 2023 – In review, at the start of this, you’ll know what’s coming in 2024; it’s true, me and Hannah are, indeed, getting Married!

I’m not going to say I was, necessarily, against Marriage, but, I definitely think it’s fair to say, in this society we live now, Marriage has certainly lost its intentional value and meaning. Speaking personally, I was in that camp. The very idea of marrying someone was always so negative, feeling more like a trap that you can never escape. Then, of course, the legalities of it, what if it was not to work out, etc. And, why Marry? When you can just continue together. The very trap of Marriage is just an excuse to continue, whereas, if you’re not Married, you are both staying together for the rest of your life voluntarily, right? So… what changed?

Well, this is the moment where the school-kids go yuk, and some may shout bullshit, but, I’m just gonna say it; I fell in love. There’s many times in everyone’s life, where you think you’ve fallen in love. I always believe the first person anyone likes, or fancies, or, your first boyfriend / girlfriend, it’s simply IMPOSSIBLE, for that to be your true love. At that point you don’t even truly know what love is. You need to experience heartbreak, you need to make the wrong steps, you need to live to truly be able to grasp what love is. I, like anyone else, cannot tell you what that feels like, I cannot tell you if you’re currently with someone who’ll last, or not; I mean, I can guess, and I must say, my gut is rather accurate on others 😅 But, it’d just be that. All I can say is simply this, three words; you just know. That might seem like a cop-out answer, but, it’s completely true, you just know. The stars align, every single part of yourself just knows deep inside, family and friends each confirming as such, that this is just right. That’s how I feel about Hannah. I’ve never felt that way before, and I know, I never, otherwise, would. That’s what changed everything. When it feels right, everyone’s behind you, your family see and sense it, the other’s family see and sense it; you just know.

The annoyances of Marriage – The red tape

I’ll be getting more into this as time goes on, but, my gosh, getting Married is one of the most over-complicated processes I’ve ever known … in the Philippines. Yes, it was decided pretty early-on, that this Marriage was to take place in the Philippines. It just made sense, out of the obvious two options, to do things that way around. Unfortunately, as this Wedding is to be in a Catholic country, that, naturally means, a Catholic Church. Why do I say unfortunately, well, that’s where the Red Tape comes in. You couldn’t possibly choose a more awkward over-the-top, bonus requirements for no reason, option, than a Catholic Church. It’s just been a joke at what stuff they make up as necessary. But, those are a thing, we’ve been working through them all, and, let’s just say, it’s sure going to make for a very unique Wedding, if not, for my parents and Best Man, especially so, to me. Yes, personally, I’d of preferred the Wedding to be in the UK, but, hands were tied in this one.

Many of the requirements of the Wedding, of course, require me to be physically there too. I’ve felt so bad as due to the distance apart, most of the planning has been exclusively in Hannah’s hands. Of course I had my missions to complete, although, I was extraordinarily stressed and annoyed that one of the biggest requirements was not made clear to me until it was too late. But, that’s drama for a bit later.

Meeting up with a Catholic Priest in the UK

One of the biggest lumps of pointlessness that comes from getting Married in a Catholic Church is that you need, for some reason, a Permit, Recommendation, or, Permission, from a Catholic Priest in your parish or diocese, before a completely separate Church, in this case, in a completely different Country, will agree to Marry you. I know, there’s absolutely no logic in any of this, in all sense, but, that’s what they ask.

Finding a Catholic Priest wasn’t too hard, thankfully, as Hannah has already visited the only Catholic Church we have in my home town. I will say this, obviously, with the UK (supposedly) a Christian country, by the Church of England, you don’t tend to find Churches here, the one’s supporting the baby Jesus, to be Catholic, but, there’s still the odd few dotted around. It’s even more clear this is the case as the Diocese operates both Christian and Catholic Churches here, something you could say would be sacrilege in any other place.

Getting the Permit … twice

After ringing the Church on multiple unsuccessful attempts, I was left ringing the Diocese, and, all sorts of places. It was quite a rollercoaster, until I finally received a call from a number I wasn’t sure of, so, naturally ignored it, got a Voicemail, and … it was the Priest. So, I ended up ringing back and got through. Incredibly, explaining the requirements to get a letter of Permission from a Catholic Priest, seemed rather alien to him, likely as that’s not a requirement in the UK. But, agreed to meet up and discuss.

Got a few hours off work to have my date with the Father, turned up and explained the list of requirements necessary from him. Once he read the requirements, though, it became much clearer to him what was required. Passed over my address, then, he ensured it would be passed over as soon as possible. Which, to his credit, it was.

Obviously, I’m being sarcastic in the graphic here, it’s more official looking than that. But, let’s be honest, aside of the red tape that it really is, effectively, it really is just that. I did end up having to ring that same Priest again, as the recipient needed to be changed … I know. But, thankfully, he was understanding, passed on an amended version, and we were good. This was scanned, and, of course, I’d be bringing this to the Philippines, in person, to hand in. Even on the scan, you could see the official engraving showing the authenticity of the letter.

Planning the Wedding, with, some help

As is perfectly obvious, planning a Wedding has been described by many, as the most stressful moment in any relationship. Knowing this, of course, it was only natural to get some outside help to assist along the way. It was also important to calculate a Budget, eye out a Guest list, and, so forth. For some reason, Wedding planners are called Coordinators in the Philippines, but, regardless of the name, after many looking around, we eventually found one. We had a video call sharing ideas towards our budget and that was that. Of course, practically, everything, would be taking place in the Philippines when it came to all the signing and doing.

We then agreed a location for the Church, the Reception, and, all of a sudden things were starting to get real …especially when I’d to start paying the reservations 😂 I will say this, you don’t realise just how many dirty “hidden charges” their are added in to so much of the legal processing of stuff. If there’s one thing this has exposed and confirmed, unfortunately, the Philippines is a disgusting Country when it comes to secret hidden fees, many for which Hannah was having to absorb.

Setting the date: March 20th 2024 💍

Obviously when you’re planning to get Married, all the plans and everything need to align, but, obviously, you need to work out when the day is actually going to be. Originally, I was thinking of doing this on the day we first met, as this was also the date of me and Hannah making our relationship official, and, when we got engaged. Only problem with this, the 17th March, this year, falls on a Sunday. Anyone who knows even basic information about Churches, knows it’s not really the best day to choose, and, was best to pick a date that didn’t fall on the all-important sabbath. We ran through a number of the requirements beforehand, as in before the actual Wedding, and it became clear that it would be best for a mid-week Wedding, thus came the official date for it all to take place: Wednesday 20th March 2024.

Telling the Family

I think it’s pretty fair to assume, it was a surprise to no one, when I announced I would be getting Married to Hannah. I’d already made a pretty clear hint towards the exact dates I mentioned previously. But, now this was official, it was no longer just my Mum and Dad who needed to know, but, everyone else in the family.

So, once things began getting more official and started moving, it was time to finally tell my Grandma, Uncle, and, everyone else. My Dad had already slipped up, slightly, by letting slip that I’d been to see a Catholic Priest about Marriage Permits 🤦‍♂️ Thankfully, this wasn’t clocked on, too much, so, when it was finally time to actually tell them, it was able to come out naturally.

Now, I’ve expressed multiple times how much of, both, a relief, and, joy, it is that my family accept Hannah in to the family, especially my Grandma and Uncle as, they’re not the kind of people to hold back the punches, as the phrase goes. Some of Hannah’s favourite times with my family is, typically, with them. So, it meant so much to me just how accepting, again, everyone was upon the announcement of us getting Married. All that needed to happen now, of course, was… well, making it happen.

This day will be literally the most memorable, most important, most incredible, most stressful (building up for), day, of my entire life. You know, it’s just absolutely mad to me that I’m posting this blog literally weeks before my actual Wedding to Hannah. This is crazy. But, realistically, it should be rather obvious this is happening; BEHANN was a huge hint, in itself, that we were inseparable, and, going to be for the rest of our lives. Of course, for most of the paperwork, it would need to be in the Philippines to get things done, so, what was next was to arrange for when to go back, and, do just that.

Barong Tagalog?? … yeah, maybe not

If you are to get married in the Philippines, one of the first question you need to answer to yourself is, Barong Tagalog, or, Suit. Well, let’s just say, the decision wasn’t too difficult. Ironically, my Best Man, was actually very much keen on it and was wanting to convince my Dad, who was, instead, very against it. As for me, at the time, I was rather torn. I understood the merits of it, be much cooler to wear (temperature-wise), but, at the same time, I completely understood my Dads criticisms of its rather Indian / Muslim vibes. Though, I will say this, the moment I saw one in person, I was immediately sure of the right decision to take … NO! Seeing it in person pretty much solidified my Dads critique of it, it just looks Indian / Muslim, and, not even in a good way. It takes those looks in to such a negative light by also being very tacky, very garish, yeah just yukk, not for us, thank you.

I’ll stick to Suit, thank you

A very strange Christmas 🎄

Whilst sorting all the Wedding plans, it soon became apparent it was nearly the end of the year, meaning, the time we had between being able to see each other before the Wedding, was quickly running out. Not only that, it was nearly Christmas. Of course, life would have been much easier, and cheaper, if it could have been done remotely, but, this is Catholic, so, more of that red tape. So, the thought, of course, now was, when should I go?

This actually became quite an easy dilemma to solve as, well, Hannah’s birthday falls on New Year’s Day, which, in itself, is actually mad, for a whole separate reason as once me and Hannah are Married, that will mean every person Married who’s an offspring of my Mum and Dad, are Married to someone with the same birthday (as my eldest sisters husband has the same Birthday). So, that decided it, a perfect opportunity to, not only, sort out in-person requirements, but, also, meet up with Hannah, just after Christmas, Celebrate her Birthday / New Year, together. Plus, rather obviously, I was missing her so much as well.

Rather bare-bones Christmas

I feel like I say this almost every year, but, Christmas, to me, is just such an uneventful waste of time once you pass the age where believing in Santa Claus is acceptable. Maybe that’s because, pretty much, every Sunday, at my house, is, basically, the same as Christmas Day. Although, minus the meals, and, unwanted gifts. But, I just tend to find Christmas Day to always just be exhausting, all oddly without, seemingly, doing anything at all. Not only that, but it’s also noisy, dragging, and, just … let’s just say, I’m always glad when it’s over. This year, of course, I was focused heavily on saving up, so, couldn’t spend as much as I’m, you know, needing to afford a Wedding here! 😅

Speaking of Hannah, I had got a number of things for her for Christmas, I’d be passing these to her once in the Philippines, which will fall, just, days, after Christmas Day. My Mum also got her a little something, including the obligatory Chocolate Orange, a staple of Christmas traditions in my family. Not sure why, but, it always has been so sticks every year.

An annoying final check and realisation.

I was so excited to see Hannah again, but, it’s also true to say, this was always going to be such a different-feeling trip to the Philippines. Even when I was planning on getting engaged to Hannah, there was none of this added pressure that this visit had attached to it. But, that was going to be in 2024, so, as Christmas had only just past, and, whilst December was still among us, there I was, flying to the Philippines to see my beautiful fiancée, once again.

Something’s missing, and, it’s BIG

It wasn’t until the day before I flew, to see Hannah, that it was made apparent to me that not all the requirements needed for the Wedding were checked off. Turns out a Certificate was required. Not just any Certificate, but one which takes 28 days to process, and, one which has to be applied in person. This really annoyed me, as I’d previously being told this was being manually handled by Hannah, herself, in the Philippines, even signing a written agreement to allow it. But, no, I … suddenly needed this! As you can imagine, this caused me, and, still has caused me, incredible levels of stress. This meant, on Christmas week, I was rushing, panicking, between a working day, on the phone to the local Registrar, trying to arrange this. Something, which came as, no surprise, whatsoever, was, it wouldn’t be able to be done before I flew. So, there I was, left with no other choice, but to arrange an Appointment for, asap after I came back, which, in itself, remains not the most convenient way to pass on a document to the Philippines, but, uhhh, more stress, more worry!

This was all confirmed when I went to the Philippines and a collection of the processes the entire visit was meant for, were unable to be successfully done because this Certificate was lacking; I needed the Certificate of No Impediment. So, what followed in the Philippines was a stressful back-and-forth finding compromises along the way. I even paid a hefty-amount getting an Affidavit legalised, but, that wasn’t accepted (for some reason). My only choice was to wait until I got home, get that last bit done. Simple, right?

Not simple… at all

It wasn’t until I returned from the Philippines that I was anywhere near the time I’d be able to collect the Certificate, but, not before a full-on interview took place first. I attended an interview where I spoke to an incredibly Irish woman, filled out all the information, forgot, initially, what time everything was, got corrected along the way, then, had to wait 28 days. Online was saying this could be up to, but, no, it’s the full 28 days, or, 4 weeks. This would end up being, ironically, the 14th February.

So, when it did arrive, was everything good, now? … Well, I was incredibly unimpressed. Here I was expecting something of meaningful substance when all it is, is a piece of paper with a print out anyone could have made in Word. No marker, no reflective stamp, rubbish. I’d, literally, to attend an interview, wait 28 days, for a piece of paper that anyone could forge.

But, the issues didn’t end there. To ensure this was all present and correct, once it had arrived, I passed a Scan over to Hannah to present, then, began the process of sending it over to the Philippines. I’d decided to use UPS as they were the quickest option, and, time is of the essence. Then, came two more problems; first, minor, second, HUGE! First, was that the UPS website wouldn’t generate a Print label due to a frustrating bug that’s been there for years where it won’t let you print a label without Payment methods on your Account before you begin a label. Weird, I know. But, the biggest issue … the Certificate isn’t enough … yeah. It wasn’t until THIS LATE ON, that I was informed it wouldn’t be enough. It now needs legalising!

Getting an Apostille

As much as I was mad about not being informed about the Apostille, at the same time, this wouldn’t have changed anything if I had known. I couldn’t change the 28 days you’ve to wait for the Certificate, and, I’ve got to be honest, it looks rubbish by default anyway. So, what was required was to legalise the Certificate. How do you do that? Well, the most international way of doing it is via an Apostille. Essentially, an Apostille, is a legal stamp to authorise a legal documents authenticity worldwide. This can be anything from birth certificates to ID, to Marriage Certificates, and, of course, Certificate of No Impediment (CNI). Once a legal Apostille has been associated with the CNI, that would be everything left needed. I’ll be covering all the other stuff we sorted in the Philippines, later in this post, when I cover the Philippines trip.

No time means, of course, more money 💷

You can get an Apostille through multiple means. You can do it through the UK Government website, or, via a third party. However, there’s some pretty big differences between doing it through the UK Government or a third party, two, in fact; price and time. It’s cheaper to have the UK Government do it, it’s effectively £40, but, you’ve to rely on Royal Mail delivering it to the Government, then, wait 5 working days, then, rely on Royal Mail delivering back to me. Trouble is, Royal Mail suck, and, so does the UK Government at things like this, with people online suggesting this actually can take up to 3 weeks. Since 2023, you can now get Apostille digitally via e-Apostille … but, most countries haven’t adopted this yet, including the Philippines, so, the, just 2 days to get an e-Apostille done, was, frustratingly, not an option.

Finding a third party

If you choose a third party to do your Apostille, it’s a lot quicker, but, also, a lot more expensive. You can wave that ~£40 goodbye, because, what you’ll be, instead, paying is quite a bit higher. Put it this way, it’s a 3-digit price instead. Surprisingly, and, frustratingly, it was becoming very annoying how little places there were, locally, that could even offer this service. Nearly all that I found were actually down-south. There was also a suspicious amount that was just VERY dodgy. I found over 5, for example, literally expected you to post it to some unknown office, and, attach a letter inside with all your Bank details written all over it … I’m sorry, do you think I’m stupid 🙄

Eventually, I did settle on a place in Huddersfield to get it done as, one in my hometown, refused to even return my calls. I rung up to get a quote, didn’t get any better offers, so, ended up meeting up with them the day after. Didn’t go quite as smooth as I never booked an Appointment, so, I’d to, instead, summon them to turn up to get this sorted. I agreed to pay a depressing sum to get it done in “Express” time, and, fast forward through this, leads me to where I actually am today. Along with her service offered, was, for an additional fee, they’d ship it to the Philippines, via DHL, the moment it was done. I was debating whether it would of been better to just pick it up, and do the same UPS I was planning before, but, after thinking about it a few time I came to a few conclusions; Not only had I had issues printing the UPS label before, it would also add unnecessary time to when Hannah would get this. So, instead, after speaking to Hannah about it, it was just better to get it shipped that way. Passed over all the Address and contact information to sort out the Philippines delivery and then it was just waiting for it all to work out. So, if this goes how it should, this should be either in the Philippines, or, have arrived within a week from that point.

I’ll, obviously, let you know how that gets on later … oooo cliff hanger, I know, you better read on now, right!

Ironic building in Huddersfield

The last time I’d ever gone to Huddersfield, outside of a brief Train stop, from the Airport flights home after seeing Hannah, was, actually, back when I was with Claire. Realistically, even earlier than that, due to her personal struggles. So, I have to say, Huddersfield being the “saviour” to allow my Wedding to Hannah to take place was sure, ironic. That irony continued even more when the first building I saw walking in to Huddersfield was literally titled “Hannah house” 😂

Anyway, it’s now time to head back a month or two, to the trip to the Philippines in December 2023, all the way through, to, the near-middle, of January!

Back to the Philippines to Celebrate the New Year / Hannah’s Birthday and sort as much stuff out as possible! This is a big one!

What was about to begin, straight after Christmas, was, easily, one of the most unusual, certainly pressure-filled, trips to the Philippines, I’d ever had. Remember, at this point, and, including when I’d got back home, none of the Certificate and Apostille were done. But, the main focus, before all of that was, of course, seeing Hannah. It had been so long, by this point, I was missing her so much. So, there I was, heading to the Philippines, once again!

At this point, I’m fairly used to flying to the Philippines. The routine, the requirements, all are becoming fairly straight forward. However, I say that with the exception of the awful Dubai Airport. This is one which includes trains and pointless level of elevation all just to simply get anywhere. It’s always quite a journey, in itself, to simply get around. Especially, when you don’t even know your Gate number until the near-end of time, where you’re essentially running to get boarded on it.

Easily, one of the most disappointing things about the wait in Manchester Airport, however, was this. On my first, or, second, can’t remember which, visit to the Philippines, I tried Lucozade Alert for the first time. I tried the Tropical one, but, dammm, do not get the Mango Peachade one it is absolutely disgusting and made me feel, quite, honestly, rather ill. I’ve never seen it before, or, anywhere since, which is a good thing, believe me.

Moving back to the journey itself, this has always dragged on the way to the Philippines. But, this has usually being as I’m just so excited to see Hannah … but, that’s not all that’s on my mind. This time, I was more dreading some of the things coming up; the requirements, sorting those out, knowing that we’ve just noticed that something missing in that Certificate, and … Hannah had a challenge for me, which, we’ll get to in a moment. Wasn’t long, though, until I was finally there, finally back with my beautiful Hannah.

As has become tradition; land in the Philippines, restart my phone, wait for the network “Smart” to show up, then, get going. Once everyone, finally, got a move on to let us off, it was the walk to the Toilet, then, of course, baggage collection. But, all of this would not be before a very unusual gift. Landing in the Philippines, everyone was given a Dolphin/Shark… thingy. Wasn’t entirely sure the relevance of it, my guess was it was something to do with the upcoming, at the time, Sinulog. But, apparently not. Not that important, though.

Once I finally obtained my Luggage, which, always finds its way to be last out; I was finally able to leave the Airport.

A new Challenge… which, I think I failed on = Living in the house of Hannah 😂

Every time I’ve gone to the Philippines, from the first time we met alongside the, former, F4, to the very last time, I’ve always ended up spending my time there within the safe confines of a Hotel. And, in the last few times, I’ve, pretty much, settled to the same Hotel, not only as it’s very close to where Hannah lives, but, also as it’s within a Mall to get Food and supplies; convenience really, above all else. This time, however, Hannah had some changes to suggest. And, of course, by suggest, I mean, insist. The new curveball set by Hannah was to, instead, stay at Hannah’s house. I’m not one to exaggerate, but this house contains, perhaps, a billion residents! But, seriously, mostly, it’s a very different way of living, as well as, heat and noise to put up with.

The agreement to how long this would be was done, of course, prior, to booking the Hotel. Because, yes, I would still be staying in a Hotel, once this curveball was done. It was, at first, two days, although, Hannah insisted (never accurately) that I’d said three days. I then, finally, said, fine, three days… to which Hannah insisted I’d, again, inaccurately, said, four days, but, I stuck to my guns this time, so, three days it was. This would begin, immediately, after arriving, which, as I landed on the 30th December, would, also, be covering New Year, then, a couple nights after.

Of course, New Year’s Day wasn’t the main reason I wanted to be there on the 1st January, it was more as it was Hannah’s birthday, and, I really wanted to be there to make it the most special.

Quick meal, settling in, Gift Exchange

Once we’d arrived in the Philippines, I was, honestly, so tired. I was tired before even setting off, add that to it, basically, being impossible to sleep on a Plane… yeah, I was struggling. I’ve never understood how anyone sleeps on Planes, heck, some people can sleep on bumpy bus rides, those people are weird as far as I’m concerned.

Regardless, first port of call was to get something to eat. So, we went to Hannah’s home, dropped off all the bags, then, headed to a Jollibee to get a bite to eat in the evening. Of course, everyone simply had to come, so, there was a big table full of us. Although, not all of us were even eating Jollibee, something which wouldn’t be allowed here, but, no rules in the Philippines. Unfortunately, the Jollibee had, not only, no Drinks (something that would be true for the ENTIRE time I was there), but, also, no Hot Dogs. Yeahhh, so, was pretty rubbish for me. So, whilst everyone enjoyed their chicken, and, other foods they didn’t even sell, my food was collected, by bike, from a completely different Jollibee, to be brought back, to be eaten in the one we were actually in.

Once we had eaten, it was time to settle in. As has become tradition now, I’d brought some fresh Strawberries for everyone, some deluxe Chocolates, then, of course, some Gifts waiting for Hannah. I’d also been requested to get a screen protector for another of Hannah’s family, which, was passed on too. For some reason I wrapped that too, it just felt right to wrap, basically, everything. 😅

As this trip, of course, fell on the same week of Christmas Day, and, soon-to-be both New Year’s Day, and, Hannah’s birthday, it was only right to bring some additional gifts. One thing I did get Hannah for her Christmas / Birthday / New Year, was a portable iPhone Magsafe Battery Pack. Seemed a pretty obvious present, to me, as one thing Hannah always does, is, not only, use her phone far too much, but, for some reason, uses it on max brightness. Then, complains she’s run out of battery, I wonder why?! So, now she’s a solution. Although, out of all the presents I’d got Hannah, this was one that wouldn’t go through customs, so, had to basically wrap the box, and give her the Charger separately (those darn airlines), so, she got that soonest.

The cat “Ben Ben”, with it’s unfortunate outfit

Yes, this is a thing. Not only does Hannah look after a cat, literally, named after me, but this cat is to put up with torture and ridicule on a daily basis. One of the examples of this was how it had to wear a Christmas outfit in the boiling tropical climate of the Philippines. I think if there’s a word I would use to describe the cat, it would be, tolerate. That thing puts up with a lot of pretty rubbish treatment, and, is, essentially, forced to put up with it. But, if it wants food, it’s got to just accept it 😅

Since being in the Philippines, there’s now a second white kitten, but, it’s questionable whether it wants to stay as it’s already tried to escape before, so, time will tell. One thing that’s pretty obvious, Larry would NEVER put up with that. Then again, Larry is, not only, terrified of his own reflection, but, leaves the Street if you even dare to change his Cat collar, so, this is so insane, to me.

Celebrating New Year 2024 / Hannah’s Birthday!

If there’s one part of this trip to the Philippines that was very eyeopening, it was how they spend New Year. Every New Year of my life has been spent, with the exception of one year I was with friends, in my house watching the, generally, rather rubbish, New Year Tele, with my Mum. Traditions in that case include bringing in a lump of Coal, then a nice dose of complaining when my Dad says will you keep the volume down when it’s 23:55 … where my Mum is rather vocal in returned complaints 😂

Whereas, in the Philippines, or, at least in Hannah’s home, it’s a completely different night. You have games which everyone plays with potential to win money, events, VERY LOUD MUSIC, and, to join the Fireworks going off as they do everywhere in the world for New Year, we all had Sparklers … which, went well. I would love to say that was a smooth experience, but, whilst being distracted, I, somehow, managed to burn my finger with a Sparkler. This was, honestly, so annoying as it prevented me enjoying the full-on its New Year moment, but, after a bit of ice, it eventually became bearable.

Was such a unique experience though all the Games we played. It’s mad, though, because, whenever I describe what we all did, it sounds so childish, but, in the moment it was actually really awesome. These would include sticking a straw under your mouth to place in a bottle at an awkward angle, there’d be plenty of other charades and games as well. One of the big ones was blowing out a collection of Candles in a row. But, this wasn’t just any row, this was where you win more money varying on how much you can blow out. Interestingly, no one was able to blow out all of them in a row … except me, so, ironically, I came out of it as the big winner, which was pretty awesome! At first, I’ll admit, I was thinking, ahhh OK, perhaps they’re doing this, deliberately, because I’m the guest. So, then, I tried to downplay future games, but, no, I really was the only person who could blow them all out, proved by the second go. But, yeah, definitely the more unique New Year I’d done. Their was another game we played, and, of course, this wasn’t just New Year’s Day; it was Hannah’s birthday so…

Little surprise for Hannah’s birthday 🎂

Of course, New Year wasn’t just New Year’s Day, it was also Hannah’s Birthday, so, it would just be wrong not to do something a little special for her. So, it was time to arrange a few surprises. Although, getting the Cake for her, didn’t really end up being a surprise as she was very close to buying her own … so, I had to give that part away. But, for the rest, there was a perfect opportunity to surprise Hannah, at least, with her own Birthday bouquet, with the next game we were playing.

The game itself involved a box of items, which, with a shovel, you’d to, essentially pick from. You would, of course, to make it remotely challenging, be blindfolded, and, have to make your way to this box, rummage through everything trying to get something good. This could be money, could be some food, or, nothing of value. However, when it came to Hannah’s turn, she was never going to be able to find the box, as, when she found “a box”, something didn’t feel right, so, she opened her eyes and there I was; flowers, cake, and a big hug and kiss for my beautiful wife to be. This was, easily, the most important part of the night, to me, as I cared more about making this Hannah’s birthday, rather than, just another, whilst, different feeling, New Year.

Straight after this, New Year began, could …slightly hear Fireworks, but, admittedly, and, rather disappointingly, they were rather distant. I’d been promised there’d be loads of Fireworks for New Year, but, I, sure, didn’t see any. Me and Hannah recorded a quick video message for my Mum to wish her Happy New Year … although, as we were 8 hours ahead of the UK, it was still only 4PM, on the 31st, in the UK.

Admittedly, I had planned to message my Mum when it was actually New Year, in the UK … but, I just simply couldn’t sleep, so, when I, slightly, did, I was too knackered to get up. Was, not, a goodnight sleep that followed the New Year celebrations. This wasn’t good for me, as, I’d, still, not really slept since I’d arrived in the Philippines. Karaoke began in the house, some were rather more “passionate”, than others. But, the real issue with Karaoke, wasn’t even from this house, it was, everywhere … all night … all morning … it never stopped. And, remember, there’s no double-glazing windows here, you hear it all! I was really on edge.

Hannah… tried to cook Fries 🍟❌

When Hannah’s stayed in the UK, I’ve, pretty much, being someone who’s been cooking what I can for Hannah. I demonstrated my attempts when trying to cook her Eggybread when she was here last, we made our own home-made Fish and Chips … though, Hannah still insisted on Rice with them 😅 So, living in their home was a perfect opportunity for her to make some Food for me. Being a rather simple to feed person, as I am, Hannah decided it would be easy to make me some Fries. We bought some frozen ones and… then, they were ready … or, were they?

I was so ready to be so complimentary for Hannah, but, I just had to be honest. They were soooo undercooked. If they needed 20 minutes, they probably had 8. These were attempted again by another member of Hannah’s family and they were more eatable … though, probably burned, at that point. Though, the second, or, first, weren’t that good as they had NO SALT. I know, what’s the point of chips without salt. But, I guess, at least they were cooked, but, obviously, bland, without the requirement of salt.

Escaping to a Hotel… one day early

One of the biggest things that was becoming an issue in the Philippines, and, more so, in Hannah’s house, was, sleeping. Another major issue, remained, the heat. I was promised a room with Aircon, but, even with Aircon, it wasn’t exactly cool, and, it was simply, just, too loud. Then, when it came to the night after New Year, where the noise simply never stopped, and, I mean, never stopped, I was, as I said earlier, on edge! Look, I understand, it’s New Years night, things stop late, but, I’m serious, ALL night, AND, it continued all morning. I knew I needed to get out.

At this point, there was still another night to spend at Hannah’s home, but, I just couldn’t, I had to get out and check in to a Hotel. So, it was that day, I went to the Hotel. I was already going to be checked in the day following, but, I knew I needed to go. So, I went to enquire about getting the room earlier, I was able to, paid the over-priced fund to do so, and, was so much happier as a result.

But, it wasn’t just the lack of sleep

It wasn’t just the lack of sleep that was becoming a problem, there was other things I wasn’t exactly comfortable with. The big issue for me was how things worked in the lavatory. Not only how you go for a number 1, which is very awkward, but, as far as anything more is concerned, it’s just impossible to do efficiently, and, more importantly, hygienically. I’m very big on hygiene when it comes to that, something I’ve noticed, numerous times, certainly isn’t a focus in the Philippines. Then, when it comes to having a Shower … you, don’t have a Shower, you’re effectively, just throwing cold water on yourself… no, can’t live with that. All of these things combined, I was now in a position where I couldn’t get a decent wash, couldn’t go to the Toilet for anything significant, and, on top of that, hadn’t slept, even after having a 22+ hour Flight, which I never slept on either … I had to go.

So, made it official, and, let me tell you, being safely back in a Hotel environment was definitely appreciated. For some reason, Hannah’s family decided upon themselves to bring my Luggage themselves. Admittedly, I was absolutely knackered, at this point, but, I would’ve been fine.

Now, all checked in to the Hotel, things were starting to feel a bit more typical Philippines stay now. I did have a few early complications with the Hotel shower, but, thankfully, this was something resolved rather quickly, leaving everything else back where it should have been from the start. But, I guess, I can now say, I tried.

I’ve a lot coming up, too

Another reason why I knew I needed to book into a Hotel and get some sleep, was, of course, this wasn’t just a tourist visit to the Philippines, this was the biggest collection of processing for the Wedding. A lot of paperwork, a lot of worries, interviews to prepare and do, I’m gonna need sleep before I get to all that.

What was coming was going to be all of that, and, more. Of course, now back from the Philippines again, I can honestly say this has been the most strangest visit I’ve ever had. All the touristy stuff, which I’ve, honestly, never really cared too much for, to be fair, was gone in replace with all the big Wedding plans. Don’t get me wrong, me and Hannah still had our usual laughs together, but, it sure wasn’t all fun and games. So… let’s get to all that

Quite a list of things to do, a lot to pay, a lot of stress, saved by the odd, compromise

Due to the, rather, pressured, family decision, for the Wedding to take place in a Catholic Church, as I’ve previously mentioned, this comes with many additional requirements and stresses to adhere to. All of which would be absent if the Marriage was to take place in, either, a non-Catholic setting, or, in the UK. But, as any man will know, you always have to grin and bare it, and, abide by the woman’s side of things; whether good, or bad, that’s how it’s ended up having to be. The only issue is, of course, it comes with a lot of, as the phrase goes, red tape. Red tape, of course, defining a collection of requirements for something where none of which are, actually, necessary, and, that are just added there for something to seem far more important, necessary, or, required, than it ever actually is. It’s basically to be awkward to suite some narrative, something, I’d, actually, been warned about during my many conversations with Catholic people, within the Diocese, where I am from.

Makes sense, though, as the Philippines is more Catholic than even Rome, at this point. Aaaanyway, getting sidetracked, and, I certainly don’t want this to be some negative post about the Religious aspects and limitations that’s coming from this Wedding. I’m just making the point, as this topic began, red tape is just so frustrating when you know, yourself, you’re doing all of this for all the right reasons.

You can’t submit without Certificate…

One of the first things we did in the Philippines as far as the Wedding is concerned, was to book when we could submit and arrange everything required and… up came a roadblock. Just as feared, just as suspected, without the Certificate, nothing was going to move. It was, suddenly, becoming increasingly likely that this Wedding might now not even be able to go ahead. To say I was feeling low, at this point, would be an understatement. I must commend Hannah’s consistently, if inaccurate, positive outlook, throughout all of this, though. I’m not sure if that’s because she didn’t understand the true legitimate consequences of this roadblock, or, whether she was genuinely just trying to lift spirits. Because, let’s be real, we were fucked, at this point.

A pointless trip to get an Affidavit

The natural next step, to resolve the lack of Certificate, was, to get an Affidavit. This is, effectively, a legal statement to vow I’ve never been Married, with consequence of this being inaccurate, being prosecution. This, of course, came with a charge, quite a big one, but, trust me, a much smaller one that it would of been over here. This was, eventually, done. There was a moment where we had to wait, so, me, Hannah, and the family that joined us, went for some food first. Everyone was so, suspiciously chill about what was, literally, an awful situation. Once meal done, came back, Affidavit obtained, it was time to meet the Chancery man, as I’m going to call him.

But, wait, it’s closed … ahh. Yep, they weren’t in. Apparently, not open until after the holiday period. This was a reminder that this was, of course, within the Christmas and New Year holiday period. Thankfully, special arrangement were able to be made so was able to meet them both.

Where the ball starts rolling; meeting with the Chancery man, and, our Coordinator, in person

For context, the man who works for the Chancery, is, actually, the husband, to the Wedding Coordinator. So, was, kinda, able to kill two birds here. First thing was to find a solution to our Certificate issue. Whilst there were some compromises, strings that were able to be pulled, no matter what, the Certificate was, always, still, going to be required. The big change, however, I could, at least, send this over the moment it was done. Knowing I already had an Appointment to get this, what was key after that was doing absolutely everything left that was needed to be done physically. This meant a lot of paperwork, lot of emptying pens, aching hands, and, signing. In fact, for a lot of the actual Wedding paperwork, there wasn’t even enough time to get all done on this day, with some left to do another time. They all, sure, got done, I made certain of that. So, Marriage License and the likes, all signed, things were now looking to be on the right tracks. Up next, the Wedding plans, themselves.

The Wedding plans begin, and, the money begins to disappear more…

Once the legal stuff was done, and, the rest, put to one side, the focus for the rest of the trip came to the plans for the Wedding, themselves. Due to all the pressures and stresses which have come from the legal stuff, these, actually, by comparison, were actually rather fine. Both me and Hannah were measured for our upcoming clothing, not only for the Wedding, but, more importantly, for the Prenup, which we’ll get to later.

At this point, the Reception, Church, were all chosen, confirmed, reserved, but, Hannah had later decided she wanted a different room because having a taller roof is so important to someone who’s smaller than most people … I don’t know, either. What did remain was paying the remaining Church fees. We’d paid the reservation, but, rest needed doing. Although, the good thing about this was, it made for a perfect excuse for me to visit the Church, physically, to have a look.

Final thing that was done, of course, was paying the Coordinator fees, signing the contract, which, was, quite literally, where the real planning was to begin. We still had quite a few activities left on the agenda, but, what had been a very long and stressful, touch and go, at one point, day, was finally over with a resolve.

But, we still had quite a lot of Wedding requirements still to do. It’s worth mentioning, at this point, we did do non-Wedding stuff, whilst in the Philippines, and I’ll be covering those after all this, but, yeah, there’s quite a lot. All of this may have seemed quite negative and stressful, so far, but, this is where things have a more, lighter, side to them, I’m happy to confirm.

Interview with a Catholic Nun

One of the requirements that was strictly Catholic, involved in this Wedding, was to have an interview with a Catholic Nun. It’s unclear whether this was a test of our relationship, though we did do one, or, if it was just a conversation, for some reason. What I can, certainly, say it was, was an experience. It would be a lie to say I’m blind to the huge level of additional traditions that come with what’s necessary in a Catholic Wedding, however, even knowing what’s typical, doesn’t prepare you for the Philippine extras.

One thing I knew I had to do was to, obviously, be on my best behaviour. Be as respectful as possible, leaving any negativity and politics at home. To be fair, though, the woman who interviewed us was actually very approachable and decent. I felt very able to be myself around them, which, took a lot of the strain of what I was worried it could have been. However, I was still very aware, this was a test, so, I did make sure to not forget this, at any point.

Our relationship test … did we pass?

When you’re in a relationship for some time and you reach the point of asking to Marry, you’d like to think, by that point, you know if you’re compatible. Even so, knowing you’re both about to be blind tested, it’s sure a revealing situation. One thing I find very awkward about a lot of it, is having to feel like a Catholic in the answers you provide. Whilst most of the answers were fairly generic relationship points, others, were clearly, part of what is “expected”, rather than how you would choose to feel. However, some rather amusing things were revealed when it came to the test, and, I’m afraid to say to Hannah, she was the one that wasn’t passing all the tests 😅

One thing I’m sure was also part of our tests, was how the Nun was asking me about her phone, running out of Storage and ways to save space. Having covered technology all my life, I mean RKUK Media was my entire company covering this, such questions were not difficult for me at all and I ended up teaching her about cloud storage. But, I think it’s a fair suspicion to confirm, this was a test, too.

Hannah’s new observed weaknesses and most important life instructions!

As part of the interview, we were also asked many questions which were completely inappropriate, including about sex, but, of course, within those were questions about the future plans, keeping things going together, commitments etc. The intention was to both do the test and compare answers, discuss any differences, congratulate similarities and move forward.

Well, let’s start with a simple one. What are the biggest struggles, or, issues you face in your relationship and how do you overcome them. I answered, as I think most would, with disagreements, arguments, the expected. Hannah, whilst, she did put disagreements, for some reason put as her number 1 was … dancing to TikTok! … No, really, that’s what she put. This was such an amusing part of the entire visit, as, I literally found myself, agreeing with, and, alongside, a Nun, judging, Hannah, immensely for her answer. She basically got scolded for not taking the question too seriously, her focus should be more mature, as mine was, and, was told to stop using TikTok! Will go down as something I’ll never forget from this whole experience.

But, unfortunately, for Hannah, there was still one part of her answers she was, yet, to still have issues with; budgeting. Maths isn’t Hannah’s best subject, to be fair, it’s hardly mine either, but, I do know that if you’re setting a base budget in percentages, the entire topics must reach 100%. For some reason, this didn’t seem apparent to Hannah, so, that was, unfortunately, a second scolding she got, for that.

Thankfully, other than those, slight, mishaps, we did pass, and was able to leave confident in our relationship as far as they were concerned. But, not before learning some very interesting things about the Catholic Philippine Wedding traditions;

The very unusual Philippine Wedding Traditions, on top of the already mad Catholic ones

Not only is this Wedding going to be within a Catholic Church, which, naturally, comes with it’s own collection of traditions and rules to consider, but, alongside all of that, in pops the Philippines with it own unique additions to those traditions on top of that. So, alongside the myriad of things I’ve to practice for the Catholic side, I’ve all these new things. One of those are visible in that picture attached above, because, yes, it’s not just the Bride that gets a veil for the Wedding, but, as mad as it may seem, yes, the man, too, has a veil over them! So, yeah, it’s sure going to be a unique experience, to say the least. But, you know what, whilst, I might not be a religious person, and believe me I never will be, I’m all for all this as it makes the Wedding so much more unique and memorable for my family, best man, and, of course, most importantly, me and Hannah.

Most, other than that, are… fairly, traditional to any Wedding taking place in a Catholic Church, but, the Philippines does throw a few other tricks up its sleeve. Alongside the Veil, there’s a Rope that will go around me and Hannah, looping around bonding us together. There’s oddly requirement surrounding 13 coins, which, again, is very odd … and a bit awkward as I tend to pay on Card mostly 😅

Other requirements are less than fun, including the billion hours of Mass, thousands of hymms and general twaddle, before we get to the main event. Although I … may have slightly exaggerated those figures.

In all seriousness, though, I know I’ve gone on a bit about the additional religious stuff, but, when it comes to the Wedding Day itself, there’s only one thing that’s important to me, and that’s just, alongside embracing the Philippines culture on the day, committing myself and my life to the woman I love. So, whilst there’s many things I’m not particularly excited for, perhaps in a cynical way, regards to those additions, when it comes to what’s actually important, bring it all on.

Our Prenup

Before we start, let's address the obvious, no, this is nothing to do with prenuptial agreements 😅 In the Philippines, a prenup is the name of, essentially, a pre-Wedding photoshoot. Now that's cleared up, let's go.

I’ll be honest with you, when it came to my visit to the Philippines, this time around, this was probably the one thing I was most intrigued about. Not only due to its random name, but, also, as no one had really made it clear what to expect. For obvious reasons, I will not be sharing any of the photos of the Prenup, as those are, quite literally, reserved, for the Wedding. But, I can certainly go over the day itself, which was quite the unique day indeed.

Some pretty terrible organisation

If there’s one thing about the Prenup that worried me greatly about our upcoming Wedding, it was the organisation… or, lack thereof.

This all started, on the day, which was arranged on the same day that we’d signed all the Wedding paper work. The day started very early, which, I was certainly not happy about. Hannah was even less happy about it as she’d to leave first to get “dolled up”, more on that later.

However, what was supposed to happen, was, after a couple hours, I’d be picked up and taken to the location myself. Instead, what happened, was… nothing, for such a long time. I ended up in a situation where I was waiting in the Hotel reception for nearly an hour later than I was told to be down for. This would be, for no real reason, alongside two of Hannah’s indirect family, who were joining on the day. Eventually, after many repeated, ignored, chases, finally it was time to move. Although, turns out we weren’t going to the Prenup… quite yet.

Hannah’s not a fan of the make up

So, about Hannah getting “dolled up” … she was definitely not a fan of the results. And, to be honest, neither was I. Although, the latter shouldn’t be surprising to anyone that knows me as I think everyone with make up, any form of fakery, just look absolutely awful, or, at best, worse than they’d look without it. It was very thick make up, very bold lipstick … Yeah, I’m not saying she looked bad, I don’t think it’s possible for Hannah to look bad, but, she sure didn’t look great with what they did. Add on to this, for some reason, hair extensions, despite the fact Hannah already has very long hair; it didn’t really show her off best. I’m hoping, for the Wedding, it can be toned down a bit. Just come as you naturally are, Hannah, and you’ll look absolutely beautiful.

But, it wasn’t just the make up, their was a wide selection of outfits we’d both be wearing in multiple scenes. So, it was off to the location, which ended up being some nature place … Though, realistically, just looked like a smaller, less impressive, Roundhay Park.

The location, plus, waaaay too much Pink

Once I’d being picked up, we met at some random place where Hannah had, basically, caked in make up, which led to some laughs, then we headed off. Due to the fact I was never really going to enjoy any of the provided snacks, a quick Drive thru to Jollibee was in order. This was quickly consumed, then, we’d arrived.

I have to say, even with the make up, Hannah looked absolutely incredible in everything she was given, through all the photoshoots. Me, on the other hand, I was less impressed. For some reason I had a lot of pink inner shirts, which, I definitely was not a fan of, and, everything was so thick and multi-layered. Yeah, thick and multi-layered, in the Philippines, outside, where it’s boilling 🥵

The two big struggles I had; heat and smiling. I’m not a good poser, I don’t take many photos, so, going through all the different faces and positions for hours on end, was definitely a struggle. Especially, as, these were for the Wedding, so, we had to both show positive enthusiasm. It’s amazing how exhausting smiling for hours is.

Before the Prenup had been booked, both me and Hannah had been, allegedly, measured. Whilst Hannah didn’t seem to have issues, everything I had, just didn’t fit. Was all too big. Especially the pants. It’s almost like when measuring me, they’d forgot to remove the width from the pants I was still wearing. Regardless, I’ll have to remember to give my own measurements for the Wedding Suit.

A photographer that can’t understand English, certainly, didn’t help

Of course, with a photoshoot, comes the photographer. It’s fair to say, they were the, a bit over the top, kind. They certainly knew what there were trying to get, but, the big problem was they couldn’t tell me as they could barely speak English… useful.

So, whether it was the picnic environment, the by the jungle-esc area, by the bridge area (where it started raining), or the boat; their was, forever, issues with getting me to do the right thing as they simply couldn’t say 😅

Thankfully, we got through everything in the end. Although, I certainly was not happy about going on a Boat, which was more of a fragile canoe, so, compromises were insisted for that.

Then, after what felt like a thousand sessions, we were over.

Wedding Rings

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Once all the meetings had taken place, and, once we were in a position where all we could do was done, I knew it was about time we sorted out the Rings. Not only because we’d need to get them resized, but, also, time was running out.

In terms of the Wedding Rings, I knew I was certainly not wanting to go down the standard Gold route as I really don’t like how it looks. This is actually much worse in the Philippines as the Gold they use is more exaggerated, almost Rose gold, when it’s not even Rose gold. I will say this, though, I think for Hannah, who’s got really nice golden skin, it looks better than that colour on me, which is why for her Engagement ring, it looks good. Although, even Hannah, was quickly converted when I started sharing my interest in using either Platinum, or, White Gold, instead, for the Wedding Rings.

Choosing the Rings

I’m one of those people where, if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it, and, this would be the third time going for a Ring in the Philippines and who I’ve chosen previously being pretty good to us, so, it was back to the same place.

A collection of Rings were put in front of us; you had the usual tacky over-the-top ones with a gazillion diamonds, then, you had the basic plain ones, then, what I was more interested in; the nicer, more, intriguing ones, with some added touches. As for which Ring we were both going to choose, this was quite interesting as we both seemed to, almost, instantly, point to the same one. This was just further confirmed once we were able to check them and try them on. This was the one!

Hannah was slightly concerned when the price was revealed, but, I’d already made a budget for what I was willing to pay for a Wedding Ring, and, these were, thankfully, still in budget, so, we could choose the one we’d both being gravitated to.

Whilst I was, initially, looking for a Platinum one, the one we ended up going for was a White Gold Ring, but, not just any. It was, actually, designed very similar to Platinum rings with shiny and matte textures, and, included a decent sized Diamond within the Ring to highlight it further. I really like the design, so, we both got our Fingers measured, and commited to one for both of us.

Back following resizing, engraving, plus, a freebie

Once we’d chosen what we wanted, paid for the Rings, we then got a receipt to return after a week for the Rings to be resized. Because I’m anxious and constantly worrying when it comes to this Wedding, we actually ended up going back a day before, just to be sure it was all in the right place … thankfully, the day after, all was good.

Once the Rings were in hand, made sure they fit, although I’m not sure if they were a bit loose, but, that’s something that can be resolved if needed, but, generally fitted fine and looked awesome. They even came in a Case with a light ooooo!

Once the Rings were obtained, due to the price, we could choose from a freebie … well, Hannah, could choose… they were very womanly options. She ended up choosing some Katy Perry perfume, which is normally about £30 (₱2,200) so I suppose not a bad freebie. Obviously, wouldn’t of got it otherwise 😅

That was everything, at that point, done. Obviously, at this point, was still needing the Certificate etc, but, all of that was covered earlier and will overview that nearer the end.

Visiting the Church and Reception

Now that all the mandatory stuff was covered, it was time to do the niceties, or, at least, things I was wanting to do anyway for this Wedding and it, more than, makes sense, to want to check out all the Venues. First up, was the Church.

The Church

Our Wedding is going to be taking place at Chapel of San Pedro, which, as far as Churches go, isn’t actually that bad. Looks very modern outside, as you can see, then, of course there’s the inside which is fairly straight forward. We did have an additional reason to be at the Church which was to, well, pay for it. Whilst Churches aren’t typically too expensive for Weddings, I did pay extra for air conditioning as, well, I’m British, I’m going to be boiling in a Suit! The Church is very close to one of the big Malls, SM Seaside, so was also useful as it meant we could also make a day of it there too. I’ll be going over the many trips we had later, but, for now, I’m just getting all the Wedding malarkey covered first.

Reception

As for the Reception, this will be taking place in a nearby Hotel, Bayfront. For some reason, as I mentioned before, we’d be paying extra as Hannah insisted on a Room with a bigger roof. Having seen the available function rooms, I don’t, personally, know why the other room was necessary, or, why, a bigger roof was important. Hannah just continued to pretend it was.

I’m not saying Bayfront is not very good, but, I’ll be honest, I was certainly less impressed with it. When it comes to a Reception, this isn’t too important as long as you have a Venue to cover our 100, and, space to eat (well, others do, I might end up with a takeout), do speeches, express yourself etc. As far as those things are concerned, it’s fine. There’s also a free Bar, so the Brits coming will be happy as we’re all, typically, pissheads here. But, I don’t think I’ll be choosing it as a Hotel anytime soon.

It was rather amusing that they had a Hotel woman, who was annoying Hannah as she kept going a different direction to the one Hannah knew was correct 😂

But, once we’d checked both the Church and Reception, that was everything needed for the Wedding… Well, not quite, everything. Everything I needed to go to, yes, but, still a lot to do including…

The negatives from the Wedding begin to show; from Wedding dance stress, to, lack of personality

As with any Wedding, there’s a collection of traditions which are par for the course; the speech, the vows, but, of course, another one is a Wedding dance. Now, typically, a Wedding dance isn’t anything really that special. It’s more a romantic embrace whilst, realistically, not doing any form of dancing at all. The whole thing is supposed to be an, “aww” moment, for those that way inclined, and a, wait for it to be over, moment, for everyone else. Being a man born with two-left feet, as the phrase goes, it’s fair to say that would of been my ideal scenario. This is our Wedding, and there’s already so much to have to remember, worry about, and, pressures which come with it, before having to learn some dance I’ll be awful at.

But, this is Hannah. There’s many things about Hannah which I love, obviously, we’ve reached the point of Marriage, so, it would be awkward if I didn’t … but, when it comes to her refusal to realise I’m not a dancer, that’s a repeated annoyance. I’ve nothing against having a laugh, and that’s all contributions on TikTok are, but, I’m not a dancer, and, I never will be. In the same way my Dad will never be a singer, his voice cannot change from the monotone he was born with. So, when it became clear Hannah had intentions for us to do a choreographed dance on the Wedding day, let’s just say, I was less impressed. And, remain so. Her dance is both, not original, and, what I’d consider, not really appropriate for a Wedding, but, she’s found people on TikTok and YouTube doing it, so, it’s got automatic recognition now. -sigh-

Practicing the, copy and paste, dance routine from some kids Movie, aside; let me be clear, I’ve no issues with us doing a dance on the Wedding day. I’m perfectly happy to embrace what she’d like to do, but, it became pretty obvious during our practice that this is going to be either really tough, really stressful (for no reason), or, going to need some simplifying. Time will tell on which we ended up with. Watch this space.

Lack of personal touch

To be honest with you, that’s the one thing that I will probably not like about this Wedding, the most, it’s complete lack of personal touch. I’m perfectly aware this is a Wedding in the Philippines, so, certain traditions must be abided. But, as a result of all this, it’s one of the biggest, if not, only reasons, why I want a full-on Wedding Celebration, in the UK, in the coming years. And, by Wedding Celebration, I’m speaking more of, renewing Vows in an official way, not the get together I’m hoping to have in the UK after. I want a Wedding where people who know me will see my personality and likes, and, one that shows Hannah’s likes, then as they both combine together. This is just something that’s taken away, becomes lacking, when you Marry in the Philippines.

I’m used to the blame for that being due to it being in a Catholic Church, but, that’s rubbish as it’s, literally, only in the Philippines, where such limitations are added. Basics, such as, using your choice of Wedding song down the aisle not being allowed, is a perfect example of the unjustified restrictions. But, it’s more than that. I do feel like Hannah, herself, is against including any of, perhaps, my wishes, for the Wedding, dismissing any of my input, above hers. Bit of a let down, really, not going to lie. I know when it comes to a Wedding, the woman is the one who always knows (typically) what they want in it, but, I do know there’s a ton of things I’ve always proclaimed would of been nice, if I ever got Married, that I know, won’t happen. So, whilst this day will be the day that me and Hannah become officially one with the same name, committing ourselves officially in the hands of Marriage; I’ll still be looking further into the future, to find the day I truly wish to link to that important sentiment.

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Don’t be fooled to thinking I’m not wanting this Wedding, believe me, I 100% am. More than 100%! I’m just making it clear that, it’s a shame it won’t be a “me and Hannah” Wedding, if you get me. It won’t be unique in really any way, versus, perhaps, the people who Married before us, or, after. It’s a shame it wasn’t in the UK, as I know limitations, and, bullshit, to get this even on the road, wouldn’t of applied.

I’ll still do what I can, though, I will be adding my personal touches, as much as I can, with my Wedding speech and… maybe a surprise or two Hannah’s unaware of. Unless, of course, Philippines says no… again. That dance will be going ahead, despite it, more than likely, being really bad, on my part. Though, to be honest, I don’t care. I really don’t care because this is a once in a lifetime day, that I will do everything I can to make it special. Just, it’s a special day, with a few years time, delayed, encore, where things start to look more, our way.

One thing I’m really looking forward to, though, is the Speech. Not my Speech, I’m nervous about that all the way, though, I am doing everything I can to make it extra special. No, the Speech from my Best Man, going to be, quite the event…

Wait? Who IS your Best Man?

Took you long enough to ask. Well, everything is in the open now, so, time to reveal for the first time publicly. Lee is our Best Man. It was the obvious choice. Whilst there was times ago where others would be considered, in terms of the last few years, there really was no other choice.

I was actually really worried about the Best Man when it came to this Wedding. I mean, it’s in the Philippines. It’s not like you can just say, ohh I’ll pay your Taxi there, or, something. Which meant, I wasn’t just asking, can you be my best man? I was also asking, can you fly to the Philippines to be my Best Man? It’s not cheap to fly to the Philippines, get a Hotel, with spending money. But, you know what, he said yes, and, I’m so relieved and happy he has.

So, the British cavalry in the Philippines, will be; me, my Mum and Dad, as well as Lee. Eventually. Yeah, Lee won’t be going to the Philippines when me and my parents come, but, he will be coming the week after in time for the Wedding. Hopefully, he makes it through Dubai Airport, OK. It’s probably the only part of the Journey there that’s a bit of a mind-f**k.

To Summarise

So, there you have it. my big day, just weeks away. What’s even crazier is that, of the date I’m posting this, it’s literally a week until I fly there to get all this done. I’m aware that the Wedding part of this blog, certainly towards the end, may of seemed rather negative, and, I’m sorry about that. Mostly, because, I’m actually genuinely really excited for it all to happen. All my criticisms that I’ve highlighted in this blog are not of Hannah, they’re not of our relationship together or the commitment we are guaranteed to begin and prosper with. My criticism are with the material stuff, the restrictions, the limitations, the thing we’d of liked to have done, but, doing what we “have to”, instead.

I mean everything I’ve said, though. Once Hannah and me are settled in the UK, and are able to build up some savings, we are definitely doing a “UK Wedding”, so to speak. This one is going to be completely us. Our personalities shared, our touches added, our music we want for down the aisle, everything. Then, on top of that, it also gives my Family and Friends the chance to experience us in the way they’re unable to, due to this being in the Philippines. So, I really do, look forward to that too. But, I’m well aware, that’s a long time away, yet.

Until then, we’re days away from flying, weeks away from “I do”, and, a life time ahead of me and Hannah who I’ll always say I love you ❤️

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Now, for the non-Wedding related stuff in the Philippines

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Whilst, it’s fair to say, most of what we both did in the Philippines was New Year / Birthday Celebration, and, Wedding related; we still had plenty of time to spend together and enjoy each others company. It would be rude not to. So, whilst the first day was covered earlier, with the quick bite to eat, the failed test of staying at Hannah’s home, followed by, many days of Wedding preparations, their was also quite a lot of time, still spare, to just enjoy each others company.

I mean, let’s forget, it’s still Christmas, at the point of arriving in the Philippine, so, it was really interesting to see just the stark contrast to how that’s Celebrated over there. So much more lights, akin to what the UK was like before everyone fell for the Climate-scam that continues.

As the time we had in the Philippines to ourselves was so sporadic, unfortunately, this does mean this blog is going to continue it’s rather odd ordering, in terms of which came first, whilst I just go through some of the things we still got to do, whilst in the Philippines.

The Photo booth

It’s fair to say, both, me and Hannah, have taken millions of photos together, already, but, there’s always room for one more, which came along, right inside that very Mall, within one of their Photo booths.

In light of all the stress, all the panic, all the worries, surrounding the planning for the Wedding, it was time for one of those moments to just let go and have a laugh. This was one of those moments, briefly, upon our many Mall visits for Food, and supplies, Hannah’s call was finally answered. Up pop some props, and just don’t take yourself too seriously. Quite the unique shots to say the least.

Visit to SM Seaside for Ice Skating with a twist, a Museum that was missed, and more!

Whilst, just like all my visits before, we sure made quite a few visits to the nearby Robinsons Mall, and, to a closer SM, which, was, actually, where I got the Wedding Ring, one place we did go to, once again, was to SM Seaside for another … attempt, on the ice. As you may remember, from my last visit to the Philippines, one of the, certainly, less successful things that took place was Ice Skating with Hannah and Chona. It wasn’t particularly something I even wanted to do, and, it was a complete waste of time watching from the sidelines. But, this time, we would be going on an Ice rink to not use the Ice rink, or, at least, for skating.

Bumper Cars on Ice

Yep, that’s right, built in to around a quarter of the original Ice rink was a section divided to allow you to use some Bumper Cars, on ice, which is pretty cool. To be fair, this was something that we were both aware of before I’d even landed in the Philippines, so, on one of our, rather few, spare days, we could spend together, on our trip to SM Seaside, it was time to go for it.

One thing that was, immediately, disappointing about it, though, was the unfortunate limit to the length of time. You got just 5 minutes. Which, for the price, was quite a rip-off, really. To make it worse, you couldn’t even just swallow the price and make it 10. So, we decided, in order to make the most of it, we’d, also, be cheeky, asking the Staff there to film us and take a few photos, hence the one shown above. Got to make do with what you get. It was, actually, surprisingly quiet there, I don’t know if it was the time, or, what really, but, I wasn’t complaining.

Other activities, plus, the missing Colour Museum

Once the Bumper cars on Ice was over with, me and Hannah, decided to scoop, pretty much, everything else that could be done during the day. Hannah only has, limited, patience when it comes to Malls … I know, surprising. We ended up visiting the Amusements, as always, Hannah always seems to gravitate towards the Basketball throwing. They did have some makeshift Pokémon game, but, was out of order. I like playing Air Hockey, but, I think Hannah’s now fully aware I always win 😅 … though, the real reason was it was very busy.

After looking up online, though, what was available within SM Seaside, we came across an article talking about the Colour Museum, how it offered a kaleidoscope of … stuff. Essentially, you had a collection of crazy, wacky, environments and biomes you could go into, take pictures and more. It was the lack of success of this, that led to us going to the Photo booth, actually. However, despite their website still existing at https://sugbo.ph/2019/colour-museum-cebu/ … the actual Colour Museum is, well;

Yeah, was quite disappointing. Especially as, whilst in the Philippines, there seemed to be very little mention of it actually being closed. I know Hannah was very disappointed to find this out, and, it pretty much put her in a mood to leave, at that point.

So, we had a look around, we even went to the top side of the place, where there was actually quite a few photogenic settings around the place, to be honest. We then ended up going outside for a little while … and I mean, a little while, it was waaaaay too hot to stay out too long. But, after all that, it was time for off.

But, not before a little rant;

The Philippines just… don’t do Pastries very well

I’m not saying I’m someone who’s necessarily a huge lover of Pastries, but, when you’re in the UK, everyone has heard of Gregg’s, and, just being in Europe, everyone’s heard of the infamous French Croissant. It’s pretty easy to get decent Pastries in the UK, whether that’s a nice fresh Croissant from a Supermarket like Sainsbury’s, or, of course the infamous Gregg’s Sausage Roll. In the Philippines, however, things are big less… good.

“The French Baker”, in the Philippines is, as a croissant connoisseur, disgusting!

Let’s start with Croissants. Well, as I’m sure you’ll be aware (and, if you weren’t, I literally just told you), Croissants made their origins within France, so, naturally, if you were looking for a decent fresh Croissant, a location literally titled “The French Baker”, would seem like the obvious place to go, right? WRONG.

I converted Hannah to croissants when she was with me in the UK, it’s become a staple to, anytime we go on a Train, to, always buy some croissants. So, as a result of this, she’s aware what they can taste like. And, she shares my view on these, they were, awful. I also bought a doughnut from The French Baker and that, too, was, awful. I mean, it’s not too surprising; I said “mercy” to the staff member and they’d no idea what that meant (it’s thank you in French, by the way), and, watching them making more in the back, the lack of care and just how undercooked things looked, I, probably, should of just expected it. So …yeah, not going there again.

There are, of course, other places that sell Croissants. In fact, the Mall within our Hotel had some average ones. Average, being, drastically better than the ones from The French Baker, so, those would be my one-time stop.

These are NOT Sausage Rolls!!!

Now, are you ready to see the most pathetic Pastry sight of your entire life! Well, you’ve probably already seen it as you’ve scrolled to read this, but yes, that’s SUPPOSED to be a Sausage Roll … eeek

The only saving grace I can give these, is that Baker Bob does those average croissants I was talking about, and, at least it’s only ₱25 (£0.35p) to test the travesty out. I, personally, didn’t, as I’ve already being disappointed by enough Sausage Rolls by other brands in the UK. Once you go Gregg’s, there’s, kinda, no other option.

We took the bus

One thing that was different about the trips to SM Seaside, which, included when we visited the Church, was that we took the Bus. Visually, I’d describe the buses in the Philippines, more like old Coaches, than buses. They almost feel like they’ve been rented, second hand, and, not meant to be used as public transport.

Anyone who’s been to the UK knows, we’ve dreadful transportation links. Things are late, delayed, all pretty annoying, rather often. However, compared to the Philippines, UK transport is 100% clockwork 😅 Yeah, it’s not great there. Mostly as there’s just no visual, or, actual, time frame for when things come. A timetable would be nice. It’s, pretty much, a guessing game. I mean, it’s nice there’s aircon (on some), and it was (obviously) cheaper than a Taxi. But, to be honest, Taxis aren’t that expensive in the Philippines so, on the last time we were at SM Seaside and waiting (forever) for the Bus; even after purchasing a Ticket, I, still, just gave up and got a Taxi.

Hannah’s new found weird concoction

Heading back from SM Seaside, and, even on journeys out and about since, Hannah discovered, in her infamous wisdom to try new things, some awful looking pale green substance, which became her new addiction. This wouldn’t replace Milk Tea, no worries of that happening. Many Milk Teas were purchased during this Trip, and, since. The new concoction, though, I can’t remember if it was Fruit, or, what it was, but, literally, if we were close by, including the last day we spent in the Philippines, she had to get one of these drinks. And, I’m sure there may possibly be a visit there when I’m back, which, of course, is now really soon, in March.

The long-hard search for some Crocs

Hannah’s the kind of person who doesn’t want anything, until she does. Then, when she wants something, typically, this is after watching a TikTok, she will stop at nothing to get it. In came Crocs. It’s rather surprising that it was this late, that Hannah was into Crocs, as, my Dad wears Crocs, very often, and, was wearing them when we went to Bridlington together, last year. But, of course, he wasn’t wearing them on TikTok, so, that doesn’t count. You can typically get a brand new pair of real Crocs, in the UK for around £25 – 30 (₱1,800 – ₱2,100), then, more if you get the over-the-top ones. However, in the Philippines, which has official Crocs stores, too, they start at over double that. So, in began the journey for Hannah to find affordable “Crocs”.

An, unfortunate, destination to purchase

One of my least favourite places to visit in the Philippines, which Hannah always finds a dumb reason to go to, is, Colon. Honestly, it’s an awful place. It stinks worse than anywhere else, it’s rough, I find myself checking my pockets every second, I, honestly, hate everything about it. Even the Jollibee we went to, this time, was terrible, delayed, and, left as a result. But, this was also the place where Hannah was sure she could get some low-cost Crocs … more brocks really as they wouldn’t be originals. But, to be fair, for fakes, they still said Crocs on them, and, they’re fairly negligible from the originals, from a distance.

But, it wasn’t once I’d have to put up with this place, as, the first time we went they only had some in sizes too big. Thankfully, for Hannah, the second time we went, they had some in Hannah’s size, so were purchased for a much lower price, in the hundreds, rather than thousands. Despite this, she, never actually wore them, but, at least it’s a situation where she’s not wearing lower cost Crocs, than, not wearing expensive ones.

Once they were purchased, though, it was time to goooo. Hannah did try to make the place seem good, even going in to some random Chinese place to get some “large” bread, which was, ironically, small. But, trust me, no matter what you try, Hannah, I’ll always hate that place.

Trip to the Beach, though, more, the nearby Pool

To cap off the trip to the Philippines, it’s almost tradition, at this point, that Hannah’s family insist I pay them to a Beach. I’m not a lover of Beaches, I’ll be honest. I’d, more than, happily, never visit a single Beach in my life, but, I know others like them. Obviously, natives to a tropical Country love them, as well. It’s funny, because, even my parents, aren’t that bothered about Beaches, either, something I’m discovering upon my planning to the big trip in March. I mean, sure, my Mum likes them, obviously, but, certainly less so now, than before. But, more on them coming later.

I’m not sure if it was that negativity that swung my mind, or, what it was, really, all I recall was, I just really wasn’t feeling it. Being forced to wake up so darn early, when I’d barely slept at all during this visit, for a trip I wasn’t too bothered about missing, I think I just flipped. I certainly wasn’t planning on not going, in fact, it was only because I was so exhausted that I even did what I did. But, there we were. As a result of that, Hannah went, with her family to the Beach, without me, whilst I stayed in bed. Whilst, a lot of me, definitely when still tired, would of happily just stayed in bed all day, I knew this was the last big hurrah before I had to leave, so, I had to go … plus, I’d bluddy paid for it.

So, after realising I was not going to sleep anyway; had a shower, a shave, then I began to try and contact Hannah. Or, more realistically, her family who actually had data to be contacted. I then began a very awkward attempt to join Hannah and a lot of her family, and, annoyingly, many random people, at the Beach. Luckily, for me, one of the family was just in a position where they were wanting to join the crew, too, so, in a way, things oddly worked out. So, what followed, was a very long wait, for them to arrive in a Taxi outside the Hotel, then, got to the Beach.

The rather disappointing Beach

I have to say, when I saw the Beach, full of Stones and far from blue water, I have to say, I had two thoughts; first, wow Hannah you hypocrite for saying these aren’t in the Philippines, and, damn that’s not very good. I made an attempt to go in the Sea, but, it was, painful. So, yeah, I spent a good couple of seconds in the Sea, before I was, like, yeahhhh, let’s go.

The Pool was a real saving grace

You can imagine my disappointment, putting out all the effort to turning up to such a disappointing Beach. But, thankfully, it did have one saving grace, the included Pool. But, of course, it wasn’t a free Pool, you did have to pay an entry fee, and, do some pointless shower to get the Sand off you, but, it was a billion time better than the Beach. This was, definitely, the part of the day I enjoyed the most. This was helped by the fact that, eventually, most of the others that were there just disappeared so could just enjoy it.

It was, as I hinted earlier, a little annoying at, just how many was there. I mean, some of these people have zero relation to anyone, but, I’ve come to expect this.

Outside of the expected photo opportunities, the spending time close to Hannah, once the family moments had parted; one of the big parts of the Pool was the rather generous Waterslide, which, is when I started my journey of being the Photographer for the day. Their was some very amusing Slides down the Waterslide, especially Reve, though, I think, whilst Hannah was happy to take part, she was less happy after she landed in the water where she’d, near, choked herself. So, wasn’t really feeling her best after.

The water was also just perfect, in my opinion. Just the right height so it’s deep enough to feel like you’re truly in it, but, not deep enough where I need to be thinking… shit, I can’t swim. Spent a lot of the time piggy-backing Hannah across the Pool, which, was awesome. Was pretty funny seeing some, let’s just say, less successful versions of that from some others 😂

Who stole my croissant !!! ? !!!

Before going to the Beach, whilst waiting for my Taxi to get there, I decided it would be a good idea to get something to eat. So, it was only right, that I took, both one of our Hotel towels (ended up getting another given by Cleaners, so, Hannah, let’s just say, took advantage when we checked out), so, I could dry myself, and get some Food. I knew it was pointless getting anything warm, as, well, it wouldn’t be warm when it was time to eat, so, instead, got myself 3 croissants … or, so, I thought I had.

Yep, straight after some fun in the Pool, which, we went back to afterwards, it became clear, there was a criminal amongst us. I know, the legend of the Croissant stealer, was real! Turned out it was one of the family, obviously, using a very snide excuse that the Bag they were in was breaking, ohhh tut tut.

Another million pictures, then, head back

What followed seemed to be an endless supply of photos on the Beach, then, it was time to get going. This time, obviously, I would be part of the Van crew, which was, interesting. It’s fair to say the Van was a bit of a tight squeeze. I’m unsure whether the additions that came, would have done, if I was already there originally, but, it’s clear this Van was not designed for how many of us there was. Put it this way, in the UK, where there’s actually laws on the roads, this would be illegal.

It took sooooo long to get back. It was dark, by the time we were even slightly close to Cebu City. I was also rather anxious for the time, as, this was the day to pick up the Rings, which had been resized, by this point. To make this even more annoying, the roads were completely blocked. We found out the day after the reason, I, honestly forgotten it as, I don’t care, but, was very annoyed about it. This meant, we’d to get off before the Hotel, and, essentially, walk, to the SM we’d got the Rings waiting for us at. But, not before, a really unhygienic stop, whilst someone just went to the loo in the street with the car door open … ughhh, see what I mean? Again, the sheer lack of, even basic, hygiene there. Anyway, as you’ll be aware from the earlier posts covering all the Wedding preparations, we did make it, got the RIngs, and, all is good in that.

First, of two, visits to the Cinema = 👎

Whilst in the Philippines, this time, I, actually found myself going to the Cinema twice, one, of their choice, and, two, was something we were both interested in watching, which, we’ll get to after this. The Movie that Hannah, and, her family, wanted to watch, featured a seemingly average relationship, where a man makes, honestly, a pretty minor, error of judgement whilst drunk, which, just so happens, to be filmed, leading to his Wife like ohh how dare you, I’m leaving you blah blah blah. Finding this out, they crash, she dies, but, he doesn’t want her dead, soo, well I won’t spoil it all. I will say this, it’s clear based on its rather fickle story plot there, that it was meant to be a “chick-flick”, as we call it. Any movie that paints men in a negative way, and, women in a victim-filled, always right way, is a chick-flick.

I will admit, I did find the concept, whilst Religion is still not my thing, of the cleaner hired by the Wife, being Jesus, to be, pretty funny, I must say. So, that part of the film, the more, comedic, aspects, I was actually a big fan of, so, I’ll give it credit where it’s due for that. Everything else, though, pretty rubbish. For some reason, I don’t see why, everyone was crying over it. But, fair enough.

To cover the Movie I actually wanted to watch, is better just including in its own section.

Continuing with Studio Ghibli – Premiere of ‘The Boy and the Heron’, and, continuing the catalogue

As you will be aware from many of my past blogs, me and Hannah have been going through the discography of Studio Ghilibi, which, for the most part, have been really great movies. My favourites remain Spirited Away and The Cat Returns, but, we haven’t finished all of them, quite yet.

Out of the many we watched cuddled up in the Hotel Room, I’d say Porco Rosso was my favourite one we saw, just seemed such a random Movie for a Pilot to be a Pig, and, was rather comedic too, which is always a bonus. But, we both knew that January 2024 was the debut and premiere, at least in the Philippines, of the latest instalment in the Studio Ghibli franchise, and, it was only right we went to see it. Once it was watched, it was back to the Hotel for another chill night in. My, rather brief, review is within the poster below;

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That’s about it, really, for the things of note from the Philippines trip. I love how I’m saying that like I’ve only mentioned about three things. A lot happened, this time. It was definitely a very unusual and stressful event, at that. But, I was the one that proposed, Hannah was the one that said yes, so, we’re both to blame for the stress with the Wedding, I guess. Though, I do think the blame for the majority of the stress caused, isn’t really at me or Hannah. Let’s just say, we’ve not exactly being supported with the best advice.

As for the Philippines trip with me and Hannah. Look, I’m always going to love and enjoy any time I can spend with Hannah and I definitely loved every moment with her. We have our ups and downs like everyone does, but, I really am truly in love with her and cannot wait for what’s coming sooooo soon. Just, let’s not stay at yours again, Hannah 😅

No matter what you do, though, you’re not going to convince me that the Philippines would be a nice place to live, because it wouldn’t be. I like the price of certain things, you can’t complain when 2 litres of Pepsi (the full sugar one) is just ₱84.25, yes, barely £1.18 for a 2 litre full-fat, all Sugar without the Sugar tax disgusting flavour, Pepsi. It’s mad. But, then again, some other things are oddly more expensive, like Socks, so, it’s odd, in that regard.

Time to go back home

Every single time we reach the point where I’ve to leave the Philippines, I’m reminded why I hate leaving Hannah behind. But, it’s also with that, that makes me so determined to make this future we have, all planned out, works, and, make sure, it’s as successful as possible. That doesn’t change just how tough it will always be to say goodbye. Checking out of the Hotel, heading in to the Taxi for the Journey back, will never get easier. I just wish it was something that never needed to happen. I know that time is coming soon, it’s just, not now, yet.

The journey home began, as it typically does, going back to Hannah’s for a couple hours. This, didn’t really, consist of anything of note, apart from, I was very claustrophobic, then, before I knew it, we were off. I was a little annoyed that a random neighbour joined us on the journey to the Airport. Not only because, well, why are you here? But, also, because it made it so awkward going home. I couldn’t really show any form of affection towards Hannah. It was also awkward when arriving at the Airport. So, wasn’t a fan of that. Despite all of that, nothing was going to stop me giving Hannah the biggest kiss and hugs before entering the Airport. But then, almost in the blink of an eye, we were back apart again.

Not a smooth start… but, so long Philippines

If it was made any more obvious that I wasn’t thinking straight, this proved it, perfectly. When I entered the Airport preparing to leave, I went to the Emirates gate, did the usual, rather standard at this point. Then, went straight to Immigration to leave. All seems perfectly fine so far, right? Well, no! I’d left my Passport, just laying on the same Desk. I’m sorry, but, sure, yes, silly me for forgetting it, but, also why did no one even point this out?? It wasn’t until I was trying to check out and I was asked for it, I even realised I didn’t have it. Thankfully, I was able to scoot back, the Staff were OK with me returning back after already being scanned through, but geeeeezzz, what could have happened could have been so much worse.

Thankfully, the only, kind of, not a smooth start, continued, whilst I was on the toilet, whilst my Seat area was being asked to check in earlier than expected, but, that’s hardly comparable is it.

Got an overpriced drink, as, even in the Philippines you get Airport prices, then proceeded to do the usual. Sent Hannah a message confirming how thankful I was for seeing her, and, how much I simply couldn’t wait to see her again. It’s so crazy that, as I post this blog, it’s just 1 week until I’ll be right back there!

Taking the train home sure, is … not as good! 🚝

For those who don’t know, when I’ve gone to the Philippines, in the past, I’ve either come back home via a handy pick up from my Dad, or, I’ve, at least, intended, on taking the Train. But, as all Train drivers in the UK are part of that far-left mob that like to moan and strike a lot, this is genuinely the first time I’ve come back from the Philippines in all my visits, that the Trains are actually running! I mean, that alone, is just a crazy fact. But, this was a perfect way to find out just what they’re really like.

I was always expecting the Manchester Airport trains to be busy, not just because, well, obviously, it is, but, because you’ve also to consider everyone has quite big Luggage with them too. What I wasn’t expecting was the joke of number of Carriages the Train had, it had barely any. The Train tickets were also a lot more expensive than it’s been previously, especially, when it’s a replacement Bus service. What was also crazy, was the replacement Bus services arrived quicker, and, more comfortably. F**k the Trains, bring the replacement Buses back.

Misunderstanding my Dad leads to a …close shave

My journey home was going to comprise of three Trains, I’d ended up arriving in York, so, I thought it was a perfect time to get some fresh British Croissants, which perfectly reminded me of just how bad The French Baker really was, and, I must say, I enjoyed them a lot whilst waiting for Train 2. It was, at this point, that I let my Dad know the Train situation. I was going to end up next in Huddersfield. Now, whilst my Dad had previously said he’d pick me up in Bradford, as I was barely awake, I misread his conversation so made the assumption he was going to pick me up, instead, in Huddersfield.

So, there I was, leaving Huddersfield Train Station. Gave him a text saying I was there, and … ohhh, you’re not picking me up here. This was already, many minutes after I’d left the train, as I’d to go under the Tracks to get across due to having all my Luggage, then another 5 minutes dawdling. But, no, the original plan was still go, so … yikes, I hope my Train hasn’t come, yet. It had. But, thankfully, it wasn’t exactly a Train in demand…

It’s fair to say I had the Train to myself on this one. Whilst, on my last Trains, I’d had to really push for all the strength I had to lift my Luggage on to the top racks. On this train, I could, freely just, do whatever. I think, in a fantasy world, where all three of the Trains were like this, I’d much prefer the Journey home to be by Train. But, the journey was short, and, once there, was picked up by my Dad and headed home. We popped in to a Gregg’s on the way back, so, I’d something quick I could eat with the least amount of preparation.

Home sweet home, with, little opportunity to rest, but, I still took it

One thing that was rather striking about the trip to the Philippines this time around, was the level of hoops and compromises that had to be done to, not only, allow the time off to be got, but, the getting back, too. This meant that, literally, the day after I was back, it was straight back to work, the day after. Sooo, yeah, I gotta sleep.

Obviously, and, as becoming typical, I just had so much to say, so much to update, so, I was definitely, likely, annoying my parents more than anything saying this, that, and, everything else, but, I was excited to share everything so far. Although, as much as I would of likely shared more, this is no lie, I went upstairs, and… I don’t even remember anything after that, I just remember looking at the bed … then, just collapsing. I didn’t wake up until the time it was to go to work. So, I, certainly, needed that!

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Now back at home, obviously, this is where all the Certificate drama was to happen. But, as you know, earlier on, this was addressed with both the Certificate being obtained, and, the Apostille done. Ohh yeah, speaking of that, let’s close that cliff hanger…

DID THE CERTIFICATE AND APOSTILLE GET, DONE, STAMPED, SEALED AND DELIVERED TO THE PHILIPPINES, ISSUE FREE?

As you know from earlier, I paid quite a hefty amount in Huddersfield to get my CNI (Certificate of No Impediment) legalised via an Apostille. It was vital for this to be done as soon as possible. I’d also discussed the option of doing this, via sending it directly to Hannah, the moment it was done. So, how’d it go?

Honestly, I can’t fault them. I’d rather clumsily handed it over, without an Appointment on a Friday, and, I’d been promised that it would be done, likely, by the evening of Tuesday and…yeah, it was. They even sent me, exactly what I was expecting not to have, but, was so useful to get; a clear scan of both the Apostille, and, even the Certificate of No Impediment, which, had been embossed. This was perfect, as, Hannah was able to show this to those who needed it, in the Philippines, which sure was helpful to get the ball moving now they knew this was actually a thing. I was, at least, initially, disappointed, that this was to be delivered by DHL, rather than UPS, as DHL are advertised to be slower. This was something confirmed as they were on the Tracking suggesting delivery by the Tuesday after, so, basically, a full week. However, rather incredibly, it came on Thursday, just two days, actually, less than that, really, from, when it was sent. That’s awesome. So, yeah, this went, very well.

Back to the old normal, for now

You know, after all the drama, and events thats taken place, even after coming home, it’s fair to say that returning to the old normal, has never really been what’s took place. I’m, obviously, so relieved that the Documents are now literally all done … they better be, anyway. I’m serious, if there’s any more sneaky hidden one that no ones told me about, I’ll probably commit… Seriously, it’s just been so stressful.

One thing I’ve been having to do, most of the time, since coming back, is making everyone think everything is going smoothly. Whether, that’s at work, or, otherwise, just being all, yeahh I can’t wait, everything’s good, when, in reality, I’m panicking, waiting, spending, to, even the last moments of obsessively checking the DHL Tracker. Thankfully, also had a few Overtime opportunities at work, which, have been, naturally, very helpful, as this Wedding just keeps costing more and more.

Since getting all the documents done, the last few weeks have been all about finalising things. Most recently, this has been about getting everyone sized up so they can get their Suits, and, Dresses, prepared. My Mum’s had a few dramas getting hers corrected, not helped by our Coordinator repeatedly forgetting, and, making excuses for it. But, I’m glad to finally confirm, that as of this week, there’s been measurements taking place and dress options passed to my Mum to review. So, things are, at least, now, starting to move.

Back to the Philippines soon, but not alone

Which brings us here, today, the now. I think it’s fair to say that whilst I’m, obviously, far more relaxed about flying to the Philippines, after doing it a few times, my Parents sure aren’t. I’m not sure if it’s the length of time on the Plane, or, more realistically, length of time with no eCig… or, anything else, but, hopefully they’ll be all ok.

Joking aside, though, I can understand their concerns, but, I’ll be sure to be putting their mind at ease. Let’s not forget, they’re hardly travelling on their own, they’re going with me, both ways. I’m also very excited as Hannah will be coming back with us as well. Meaning, this will, not only, be the first time flying to the Philippines with my Parents, but, also, flying home, will be the first time flying with Hannah, by my side! That’s the part I’m most excited about there.

But, won’t just be us, they’ll be one extra addition, by that point, on the way home with us, my Best Man. I’m seeing Lee before I go, as, trust me, I’m aware, this is a very big step he’s doing for me, really appreciate it, and, hope to, also, put his mind at ease, when it comes to the Journey. Will be covering all the preparations like the e-Travel, and, other stuff, too.

For now, though, that’s where we call it. Leap year 2024, my latest blog is out right here. I’m engaged, ready to Marry, about to fly to do so. in around a week, with the future together right around that corner. It’s going to be stressful getting there, it’s going to be nerve-racking, it’s going to be worrying, too, but, it’s going to be soooo so worth it!

If you want to join us on this journey? Keep it locked to BEHANN.