How do you start a blog covering, easily, the biggest moment of your entire life. Well, that’s what’s been such a struggle that delayed this from being released. OK, that’s not the entire reason, but, it is still crazy to think of everything that’s happened in the past few months. A good place to start, I guess, or, definitely to keep you up, would be my last blog, which, of course, is a perfect prelude to what is coming up in this, pretty incredible, moment of my life.
Before I met Hannah, approaching, 4 years ago, it’s no exaggeration to say that my life really had nothing going for it; no future, nothing really upcoming that was anything above the norm. So, it’s pretty insane, coming from that, that I’m in a position now, where I’ve married the, undoubted, love of my life, all in a country I’d of never even of dreamt of visiting, otherwise. Life has just been so inverted from my former reality. I can only thank Hannah for that.
Before I met Hannah, I don’t think I really believed in fate. It’s hard to, until you truly feel like something is meant to be. But, it’s hard to really deny it when you consider the sheer number of impossibilities that happened to get me and Hannah to where we are today. But, crazy as it’s been to get there, in the last months, or so, in the month of March, it happened! Along with my Parents, my best friend / best man, all of us in the Philippines; me and Hannah got Married!
It would be a complete lie to say everything went smoothly. It would also be a lie to say I, particularly, enjoyed, a lot of the aftermath and the pre-moments of the Wedding, either. But, when do Weddings ever go 100% smooth. As you will be aware, from my last blog; the sheer amount of preparation, the insane amount of red tape, all together, has just made this so stressful and frustrating. Of course, this comes natural when you’re, kind of, forced, to marry in a Catholic Church. But, even just the Philippines has so many “rules”, all so illogical and stupid, almost designed to make you second look as to, whether, this is something you actually want to do. Not to mention the many plainly obvious scammers along the way. You know who you are. But, we got through them… not smoothly, but, got through them.
But, before we get to all of that, we need to get to the Philippines, first. So, let’s get packing.
Traveling is so stressful … with others
I’ll never forget the first time I travelled to the Philippines on my own. The shock realisation when I got dropped off at Manchester Airport, the, all of a sudden, “I was on my own”, moment. Despite this, and, despite not having an absolute clue what I was doing, I still felt less stressed, than I did traveling with my Parents. I don’t know if it was that added responsibility, the fact that they were, also, rather clumsy (which, we’ll get to), or, what really, but the stress was just on overload! I think it all comes down to self responsibility. If something ever goes wrong when I’m on my own, I only need to worry about myself. When you add more to that list, all of a sudden, you’re just continuously stressed out. I have to say, I was so surprised at some of the things they did, though. I mean, these are people who have traveled abroad, multiple times! I mean, admittedly, not this far, but, still, there was so many basics that just seemed to go under the radar. Was just insane, really.
The trip would begin with me and my Parents, then, Lee, my Best Man, would be joining us in the next week.
Beginning travel preparations
Something which was absolutely surreal when in the Philippines, and, looking back, it really still is, was the fact that I was, not only, in the Philippines to see my soon-to-be wife, but, I was there with my family as well. I remember being in the Hotel bar with Hannah, my Parents and Lee, just feeling so crazy that it could easily be Cleck outside, but, in reality, it was the Philippines. But, before we got there, we needed to prepare them for the trip.
The Hotel price gamble, booking the Flight
As Lee was only able to go for a few days, understandably, as he could get some time off work, he ended up booking his Flight and Hotel much earlier than the rest of us. However, when I came to booking the Hotel for me and my Parents, this was just insane. It’s no secret that when you travel abroad, the price of a Hotel varies depending on, not only, where you book it from, but, sometimes, even the time, day, even the place you book it from! This was something which became a joke over the couple of weeks we were all waiting on this for. It did take longer for us to book the Hotel and Flight, whilst the myriad of Wedding preparations took hold of everything … so stressful. But, once things were ready, it was time to get booking.
It’s no joke when I say the price would go +£100, -£100, -£50, +£50, all varied all over the place, in, literally, the space of an hour, on some Travel sites. So, we never really knew when to pounce. We figured out a base level that we were aiming for, when it finally happened, we both POUNCED… then, missed it as my Dad was too busy to get his Card to book his. Then, another day, my Mum and me both just went for it when we got a good price … My Mum and Dads was booked! Mine? No. The price was all of a sudden not available, and, much more expensive. So, the wait continued. Eventually, I just went for it when the price was nearly the price of my Parents. In purely sods-law territory, the price went lower, just days, after I’d already booked. But, at this point, it was done, so, let’s just go.
Once all of this was ready, we all booked the Flight. I ended up booking it much earlier than expected, as the price was actually much lower, if booked, in advance. So, we were all now set.
Obtaining the ₱ and the Travel Card
When I first went to the Philippines, I knew so little about the Philippines, outside of, pretty limited, online information available here, all of which, really, just focused on Manila. So, I was certainly rather clueless, helplessly relying on Hannah and co. I also went exclusively with Cash. In my recent trip, however, I decided to opt for a Debit Card which allowed fee-free transactions across Travel and other Currencies. The choice I made was to get a Monzo card, which, honestly, has been flawless using it in the Philippines, even here, really.
In light of all this, it just made sense to get my Family one, and Lee. Plus, as any user will know, you both get a free fiver if you invite someone, so, getting my Mum, Dad, and Lee, onto it, meant a nice free £15. Plus, as expected, now they’re all back in the UK, they still use the Card in this Country. Whilst I’m far from a lover of the idea of a cash-less society, believe me, the Philippines is VERY LONG until that happens, the ease of use of being able to add and return money, was so much easier with the Monzo card. Even using ATMs, which, in the Philippines are ALL chargeable. Even with the additional charge of ₱250 for international cards, it still worked out much cheaper than any Travel money from anywhere in the UK. One of my, without a doubt, favourite, features of the Monzo card, which we used quite a lot, Splitting the Bill. We could all go to a Restaurant, whether that be a low-cost Jollibee, to wherever else, we could do a fair split between everyone. It was flawless and so useful.
As expected, everyone returned to the UK with much more money spare than they expected to. Having said that, when it all came down to it, we didn’t really do too much tourism whilst in the Philippines. In case you forgot, this was purely for the Wedding. Despite this, however, we did still get some done, which, we’ll get to later.
Trying out e-SIM for the first time 📶
When I’ve previously travelled to the Philippines, I’ve done what most people tend to do, I put up with the ridiculous Roaming plan charges of my Network. Even though you know, full well, you’re, kind of, being scammed. For my Network, VOXI / Vodafone, it’s £25 for two weeks of International Roaming, which is about the average. For that you get barely anything, really. But, as this trip would include the three of us, that would be £75. So… yeah, was time to try something new. Cue e-SIM.
I’ve been thinking of trying e-SIMs for a while, but, there’s so many choices out there, when it comes to international Roaming, but, the one I ended up going for was Maya Mobile. For barely £9, we got way more data, whilst still maintaining access to our UK SIM number, if anyone needed to get in touch. Although, in reality, we have Data. Pretty much the only negative is it doesn’t include international Calls or texts, but, with everyone on either iMessage, Messenger etc, it never ended up mattering.
So, got it set up for the three of us; £27 for the three of us, and it worked pretty smoothly. Well, it did when my Mum and Dad stopped changing their Settings. Unfortunately, Lee, was unable to take advantage of e-SIMs as his Samsung phone doesn’t support them.
A unique t-shirt from work
It’s no secret that I constantly talk about Hannah. Doesn’t matter where I am, who I’m talking to, context, or, anything. I’m just so blown away with the past 4 years, how far we’ve come together, and, where we’re still yet to go. One thing I wasn’t expecting, was for others to embrace that with me. So, it’s no joke, I was completely overwhelmed when work all chipped in to get me a T-shirt, with money attached to it, reminiscent of Philippines Wedding tradition, pinning money to the Bride and Groom (which, I can confirm, did happen). I don’t know why, but, you always expect something of nothing for a Birthday, something of nothing for Christmas, but, I was really surprised when they did this in such a unique personalised way. So, yeah, thanks. I ended up getting this on the last working day before travelling, so, was really quite an awesome send off.
Preparing, packing and weighing, for the Flight
Typically, whenever I’ve flown to the Philippines I’ve always made sure the trip is a fairly stress-free process in regard to preparations. I’m so used to the requirements to prepare. Plus, now we’re not travelling with any of the added Covid bs, it’s a breeze. However, this time, it wouldn’t be just me. I would also be travelling with my Parents. This was actually the first time in over 15+ years I’d travelled, outside of the UK, with my Parents. I was in middle-School the last time I flew with them, on two seperate trips to Spain. But, of course, back then, I was just a young follower to everything going on. This time, this was all on me. I was the one that knew what to expect, what was going on, and, I don’t think I ever accurately understood (early on), what a huge responsibility that was going to bring.
We had a Flight booked, told them the Baggage allowance, the hand-luggage that was acceptable, all the information was presented. Yet, despite this, days before the Flight, even, on the day, they were obsessively checking the weight of their bags. EVERY TIME being far lower than the accepted amount, but, my Mum was never satisfied with our scale. As expected, when it did come to the measure at the Airport, it was right, but, didn’t stop that added worry and stress thrown in there. Obviously, looking back, you can laugh at moments like this, but, at the time they were rather annoying.
The last thing left to do was to book, something, I’d never done myself before, a Taxi, to take us to Manchester Airport. Every other trip had been “Taxi-of-Dad”, situation. But, it was all booked, pre-ordered, and, despite that small part of your brain, thinking, geez, what if it doesn’t come, we were all set. And, of course it did come so we were on our way.
The journey to the Philippines
After a rather swift journey to the Airport in the Taxi; in which my Dad used to annoy the Taxi driver, attempting to give him tips on which direction to go on a fairly one-way route, I was, simultaneously, setting up my Parents e-Travel for the Philippines. Until, we finally arrived at Manchester Airport.
Manchester Airport
I have to say, despite being in a Taxi, the journey to the Airport still felt normal, up to this point. Reminding me of my first-ever trip to the Philippines, where, as I said before, just didn’t hit me until I got out and was all alone at the Airport, with that sudden… shit, I’ve to do this now. This time was the same, wasn’t until we all left the Taxi, walking towards the same Entrance I’d, normally, walk in alone, that reality truly set in. Here I was now, with my Parents who, themselves, had Suitcases, too.
I will say this, the one thing that really surprised me, the most, about this experience, was my Dad. If you can believe it, you won’t after reading through my adventures, but, apparently, my Dad used to work at Manchester Airport. Despite this, he seemed to, somehow, know the least about Flying and navigating the Airport, than any of us. Again, looking back, we can laugh about this, but, at the time, this was just absolutely insane! Anyway, let’s head inside and check in, shall we.
A quick check-in
Once we went inside, it was, again, rather incredible to see just how alien everything seemed to my Parents. They’ve flown before, right? I was fully aware where to go at this point, remembering that Emirates are all the way to the right, directly next to the Toilet. For some reason, every time I go to Manchester Airport, I end up needing that Toilet, too, and this… was no exception. As is par for the course, my Dad decided to get us to the Airport far too early, but, at the same time, it did allow some time to relax and use that loo. But, not before a quick check-in.
Straight to the desks, it was certainly the usual experience queuing up with my Mum and Dad, my Mum who was still, at this point, convinced she’d gone over the baggage allowance; spoiler alert, they’d not. Checked in, handed the Passports, everything went as expected. Quick trip to the loo, then, it’s time to go. Whilst, initially, I was hoping we’d go to Gregg’s, mostly as I had a Voucher to clear, in the end we never did, going straight to Departures, simple right? …
Unexpected, but, very amusing mistakes
What should be a pretty simple process, never really is, sometimes. Upon getting all of the check-in done, and, after what was a very deep few drags of e-Cigs by them both, it was time to go through Departures. The first thing you approach is a Ticket machine. You scan your Ticket, door opens, then, you move forward. Sounds simple, right? Can’t think of any reason anyone would have an issue with that … yet, somehow, we did.
Whilst we went to the gate, I thought it would be best to let them do everything we need to do first, so, that I can, then, follow. By this point, I’m very used to this process, by now. Well, first up was my Mum. To kick things off, she tried scanning her Passport, which was wrong. Then, she tried scanning the wrong Ticket, but, eventually, she scanned the correct departure Ticket and the Gate opened. What followed, however, was one of the most bizarre moments of the entire process. Whilst my Mum, naturally, went through the Gate, for some absolutely unknown reason, my Dad, also, tried, pushing in, within her own moment. This completely crazy event, meant the Gate closed on my Dad, setting off an Alarm, in the process. But, he kept pushing and made it through.
I’ve, to this day, no idea why he thought that was the way to get through, but, for some reason, that’s how it was. Interestingly, no one seemed to be bothered that he’d done it. Not sure if that’s concerning, or, telling for us Brits. I went through, the correct way, proceeding to laugh at all that had just happened, in the process. Just incredible. We ended up having a few moments, letting others pass, just to collect ourselves and get everything ready. What was about to follow was, of course, Baggage Collection, so, it was important to make sure all the things needed were accounted for. But, the drama wasn’t over.
Upon Baggage Collection, I was fully on the understanding that both my Mum and Dad would know what to expect. You put your hand Luggage through the conveyor, separating electronics and others, makes sense. Whilst, I’ve had my many mishaps, most recently with my steel-toecap shoes, I think you can probably guess which one of us three had to be stopped and searched … yep. Again, it blows me away that my Dad used to work at Manchester Airport, yet, here he was getting everything wrong. Regardless, this was far less of a major mishap, so, once his bag was personally looked through, we were all able to move forward.
A few drinks, before departure
After all that drama was over, it was time to go to where we needed to go. We headed through duty-free, which reminds you just how much of a rip-off it has become, I got a quick Lucozade, then we headed towards the Food courts. You know, it’s mad, I’ve done this exact trip multiples times, through Departures > Baggage Collection > Shops > Food court > Gate, yet, this was the first time everything just felt so different. This was also the first time I’d, for once, time and opportunity, to have a bit of a chill and a Pint before we headed off.
Of course, having a Pint at an Airport always comes with its disadvantages, most noticeably, the price. Starting at £6.50 per pint, barely change for that £20, it was a pretty penny. Served by bar staff you could barely tell if were male or female, but, seemed jolly none-the-less. Sometimes you just need a bit of alcohol to calm yourself down. This was also a great opportunity to have a chat about what’s to come, what’s already happened, and, anything else. Due to my Dad picking an obscenely early time, barely 12pm at this point, we had a good hour, plus, before we needed to be heading to the Gate, so, was a perfect time for a drink or two. It was also time for some quick messages and calls to let everyone know we’d arrived, were OK, and, all set. It was both typical and inevitable to do a quick Call with Hannah, too, who, of course, had my Mum and Dad peeping in to say hi. Once that was done, it was my Mums turn to get the phone out and rung too. After all of this, a couple Toilet breaks, they needed a bit of e-Cig. So, was time for another first, the Smoking area.
Smoking areas in Airports are pretty terrible. For one, they’re typically indoors, to stop you escaping Boarders, so, was just a cough-enducing smokey mess. So, I ended up leaving them all there. Whilst they both had their fix, I ended up connecting up the WiFi and downloading some YouTube videos. For those intrigued, at this time, Tyranitartube was doing a whole series on Pokémon Z-A theories. But, after their Cig break, it was time. Headed down the corridoors and headed to our Gate. Time to go.
Time to go
Once it was finally time to head to our Gate, we reached the Emirates waiting area, which, remains, completely illogical. You’ve to wait for about, forever, in a queue, to, then, just go into another room to wait, even more. One thing that remained apparent on this trip, was that there was an inevitable Emirates delay. Only a minor one, just a lack of Plane. So, in the end, we were, well over, an hour, before being, eventually, called to the first flight to Dubai. Once our Zone was called, we headed to the Plane. At this point, it was still so unreal that my Parents were with me on this journey. Whilst, it had been a big annoying, thus far, we’d had some amusing mishaps; everything was, generally, going pretty well.
Travelling to the Philippines, you’ve always to take a couple Flights. I’d made the decision to make the second Flight have Extra-Leg Room as it’s, typically, longer. Having said that, the second Flight is always some garbage Boeing plane, whereas the first flight was a far-better Airbus plane. So, in the end, actually ended up having a more comfortable journey on the first plane. But, what followed was a pretty, smooth journey as we landed in Dubai.
The chaotic journey that was Dubai Airport
Once we landed in Dubai, what followed was just a collection of annoyances. Not only were we rather late, at an Airport that takes a long time to get to your, initially unannounced, Gate. But, what was still to come would be the most stressful experience I’ve, actually, ever, had, in any Flight. Can I just add, before we get to any more of this, that Emirates is probably one of the worst Airlines when it comes to delays, issues, how they act upon these, and, communication.
A normal beginning, until Minor problem #1 – A scandalous Croissant 🥐
Initially, the experience in Dubai Airport was fairly typical. Landed, went to the immediate Baggage area, though, aware we were over an hour late so didn’t have long. This meant, as always, that added pressure to hurry up was a thing. Of course, despite this, my Dad still managed to get stopped at Baggage Collection (once again), but, thankfully, it wasn’t near as long as it was at Manchester Airport. I don’t think my Parents were quite prepared for what was to come, though, at Dubai Airport. It’s no joke, you’ve to literally dash around, catch a Train, dash again, just to find your Gate.
Thankfully, in the end, despite the rushing, the Gate was found with some time to spare. So, in the end, I thought I’d get a quick snack to eat. My Parents took turns going to the Toilet, then, I made a bit of a mistake. Now I had a Monzo card, it makes zero difference whether I’m paying in £ to د.إ (AED Dirham), or, even ₱, I thought, as I’d eaten nothing on the Plane, I’d get myself a Croissant. On the topic of Food, surprisingly, my Mum and Dad were eating fairly decently on the Plane. Obviously, despite this, still not impressed with the cuisine, but, still ate. Me, however, well, no. So, it was time for a quick …. £12 Croissant … YEAHH. For the record, I normally run to the McDonalds, but, we just didn’t have the time to get there, as we were too late. If I was on my own, I’d of, probably, had time to run to the shop, but, when you’ve also to look out for 60+ year old Parents, you’ve to slow things down. To make matters worse on my overpriced Croissant, it was also absolutely disgusting, so, ended up leaving it. But, surely that the end of the stress right? … RIGHT?!
Minor problem #2 – Mum loses her boarding pass
Eventually, it was time to finally board the Plane. But, there was a problem. In fact, many problems. Initially, we began queuing up at the Gate to get on the Plane and my Mum started panicking, obsessively emptying her handbag, panicking, swearing, but, why? She’d not got her Boarding Pass. I can understand why she was panicking as she genuinely thought she would be trapped in Dubai. Luckily, of course, I had booked the Flight for all 3 of us, so, I had to come with my worried Mum, showed the Staff the Emirates website booking, they took her Passport, then, thankfully, was able to print a new Boarding pass. But hey, don’t worry, I’m sure she’d never get rid of that one either…
The plane broke down ✈️❌
Once my Mums Boarding pass was corrected, it was time to board the second Flight. It was clear, however, upon the boarding the Plane that things were never going to be quite as smooth as the first. As I mentioned earlier, I’d paid for Extra-Leg Room on the second Flight, but, what I got instead was certainly very little leg-room. In fact, I’d argue, Extra-Leg Room is pointless on Emirates Planes if you sit at the end seats. In the end, you’ve a massive door in your sitting area. My Dad agreed to swap seats so I’d have a bit more space. Then, it happened.
Already pretty annoyed about the uncomfortable, delayed already, Plane, plus the fact we were set for around a 10 hour flight. Up popped a message from the Pilot; there’s a problem with the Plane… but, don’t worry, because they’re working it … yeah, that’s reassuring. Needless to say, the experience was quite the stark contrast from the first one. Then, the announcement of a life time that, for some reason, started with “good news”; good news, we’ve found another Plane. Wow, in the base of Emirates Airlines, they’ve found one more plane, how did they do it… 🙄
Where Emirates suck; when they f*** up, there’s ZERO communication
This is the part that really irks me the most about Emirates, just how bad they are with communicating to Customers, not to mention, how slack they are. So, remember, everyone has just boarded a Plane, all their Luggage there, hand Luggage stowed away, everyone’s in their seats etc. They’ve now told everyone that the Plane is not going anywhere and we need to go to another one. But, it’s just 5 Gates away, which at Dubai Airport is, still, quite far. What NOBODY told us, was that, as compensation for the cancellation, we could claim a free meal in the Airport. Literally, no one told us this! I only found out this was the case, because someone was at the very same place I got some Food, and, my Parents a Latté, who went to the counter with their Emirates ticket and claimed a free meal. This was AFTER I’d purchased one. Honestly, was so annoyed about that! So, I paid the Airport premium price for some, as usual in Dubai, undercooked, rushed Fries and Drink, as well as my Parents, a Latté, when, in reality, could of got it all for free. Great.
My Dad decided this was the perfect moment to make a new American friend whilst he was there. I have to say it was rather amusing seeing some rather old American man have to pretend to be interested when my Dad decided, of all things, to talk about Yorkshire Water 😅. The next Plane wasn’t going to be available for another 3 hours. Meaning, all that rushing, for nothing. Money spent, for nothing. And, I would need to find a way to tell Hannah, who was planning on picking us all up in Cebu, that she shouldn’t. Ughhh, just so annoying. Then, Emirates’ poor and slack behaviour continued. But, not before my Parents went for another e-Cig break, almost immediately once they figured out Dubai Airport did, in fact, have its own Smoking area. It was during this time I was reminded how SHITE the Dubai Airport WiFi is, literally cannot make calls. So, in the end, had to just say to Hannah, to keep a watch out for the Plane. I’d to, quite literally, work out, what time we “should” make it to Cebu, instead.
Once the Gate was open for the “new” Flight. Check in was, actually, rather quick, as we’d already gone through, and passed, the usual checks, went down the escalator to … a plain room full of nothing. Quite literally. No staff, no information, just a whole room full of people just waiting, wondering, what’s actually going on. It was, honestly, embarrassingly bad. During this waiting period my Dad made another American friend, they just oddly seem to gravitate towards him. This time the conversations dwelled between the differences between European Planes and American ones, and Vangelis, of all things. Thankfully, for the American, and, for us all waiting, an hour later in the empty Room, we were finally heading towards an actual Plane.
As soon as there was a confirmed take-off time confirmed, which, again, I’d to find out for myself, I let Hannah know the new time and we were off.
Awful turbulence, usual Boeing crap
Once we were finally on board, quite literally, an identical Plane, so, the same terrible Seats you expect with a garbage American Plane, came, with it, a 10 hour Flight. In reality, the 10 hours had now expanded to over 13 hour wait, on top of the previous delayed 9 hour flight, which, itself had 2… yeah, you get the idea. By the time we landed in Cebu, it will have been over 24 hours. Meaning, the first thing ALL of us will be wanting is a rest. Let’s see how well that goes…
What followed was probably the most dragging Flight I’ve ever been on. On the first Flight, it was smooth. My Dad was watching all the Movies he could be bothered with, not so on the second one. My Mum had had enough, and, I felt a bit awkward in doing what I usually do, unsociably listening to Music, whilst being with my Parents. So, to make matters worse, the Plane decided to be extra rubbish and shake like an old Washing Machine. The turbulence was just crazy! My Dad, who was, at this point, reaching his limit with all this time in aerospace, literally having his Coffee fall on him, despite it being on the table. I’m, typically, fine with flying, but, when turbulence gets like this, you find yourself doing breathing exercises so you don’t feel as bad.
I think we were all relieved when we landed in Mactan Airport.
Arriving in the Philippine with my Parents
Once we landed in Cebu, I was, first of all, relieved to see that my eSIM was working, meaning I was able to message Hannah let her know we’d landed. The immediate heat of the Philippines hit us once we left the Plane. My Mum was disappointed that we weren’t given a free Whale Shark like I was in December, but, the thought of this quickly disappeared when my Mum realised she’d done it again….yep, once again, lost her Boarding pass. Yep, despite going through the issues in Dubai, we were going through it again in Cebu. Thankfully, the staff, kinda knew, you needed a Boarding pass to get on board, so, once her name was confirmed via her Passport, they checked her off the list and all was fine. And, seemingly, to make up for all of the annoyances and rubbish, thus far, Immigration went very smoothly. Then, so did Baggage collection, in fact, in quite an insane way really, as, for the first time in my entire life, our Bags came immediately! So, we were leaving before we’d even arrived. Which means, time for the meet and greet.
Meeting up with Hannah, and co.
Once all our bags had been collected, it was finally time to leave the Airport, and, waiting for us out there was the usual crew of Hannah, with two others. I have to say, one of the most annoying additions that have only recently arrived, when it comes to traveling to the Philippines, in regards to e-Travel, is the additional one for your hand Luggage. This used to be done by a small piece of paper, but, not anymore, added to another section of the mobile e-Travel. Thankfully, as I was kinda running blind, everything was fine, so, time to head out in to the dark Philippines heat.
Of course, this is Hannah, so the moment we were out, it was immediate video recording of the initial hellos. This was also one of those immediate moments where it just felt so surreal. As you may remember in my previous blogs, me arriving and running to Hannah became viral on TikTok… Though, that wasn’t going to happen this time. Plus, I didn’t think it was fair to let Hannah put my Parents on there. To be honest, it was only just a collection of hugs, awkward waiting, then the usual lack of organisation when it came to booking a Taxi. It was becoming increasingly obvious, at this point, my Parents just wanted to get checked in the Hotel, then chill. It took quite a long time to get a Taxi, but, once one did arrive, it was finally time to get to the Hotel.
Because Hannah had brought two members of her family, to pick us up, this meant now, there’s too many of us. So, we would now need a bigger Taxi, ideally, a Van. This meant we’d need even more extra time, but, was eventually, sorted.
My Dad’s eyes are opened to Philippines driving / Roads in the Philippines
Long before even the thought of my family coming to the Philippines ever came about, I’d spoken about the difference and chaos when it comes to roads in the Philippines. But, of course, it’s hard to truly represent things until you’re actually there. I’ve full confidence my Dad didn’t believe most of it, but, the Taxi journey back, it became very clear.
Once our Van did arrive to take us home, it was time to go, but, not until a rather amusing moment of him taking shotgun from one of Hannah’s family. Although, to be fair, I think it was for the best, my Dad’s taller, so, obviously, doesn’t want to be squeezed in the back. Plus, it was perfect view for him to see, really, what it’s like.
Thanks to being around 3+ hours delayed, it was dark in the Philippines, plus, much busier so, was a perfect representation. My Dad was exactly how I expected; “what’s he doing there?”, “Jeeessus, see that”, “what the F..”, his eyes were opened 😅! I’d mentioned to him previously that a UK driver’s licence is valid in the Philippines, he’d previously said he prefer to not have that added responsibility, plus you’d be driving on the right side. But now, it was official; it was never-gonna-happen!
After an, approaching, half hour, in the Taxi, we finally approached the Hotel. I think we were all just ready to collapse. Unfortunately, their was little chance of that, thanks to unannounced frustrations, isn’t that always the way, though…
Checking in to… issues and extra annoyances…
Once we all finally got the Hotel, got out, it was, generally, business as usual. Went to the Desk, although, this time with my Mum, to get both sides of our Bookings checked in. I, deliberately, made sure to leave my Dad out of it, to lessen the confusion with the staff. Check in went, generally fine, turns out we would all be on the same floor which was good. Well, it was, until we went up to see the room…
Wrong type of room
When you book a room at the Summit Hotel we chose, you can request a room with either an Extra Large Double Bed, or, Deluxe Twin Room. Obviously, I wanted two rooms with the Double Bed, which, and I checked the booking, we did select. So, you can imagine how annoyed I was when both my Parents, and mine, both had two single Beds in our rooms. I was not happy. My Parents said they’re ok with it, but; I sure wasn’t. In the end, I ended up going to Reception to sort this out. They ended up doing some kind of hack to push them together. Wasn’t perfect, but, was their solution as, I can only assume, no other Rooms were available. But, at least that’ll be the end of the stress right? …
Unannounced arrival to try on badly measured clothing
Well, apparently not. Once I’d gone to Reception to correct my room, in entered unannounced annoyance. Yep, despite the fact that none of us had really settled in, we were all knackered, so what a perfect time to interrupt everything we’re all doing by making us try on the Wedding clothing (not!). It’s fair to say that my Mum was certainly NOT impressed by this new addition to what we were now doing.
To set the scene correctly, it’s fair to say that our Co-ordinator for this Wedding is not only slow, but, very inefficient, as are the team that support. This was perfectly demonstrated by the, quite frankly, pitiful, way that things were organised and done. In this instance, both me and my Dad had our Suits tried on, where I want to just make sure you remember something here; My outfit was OK, but the Pants were a bit “too big”, my Dads outfit was perfectly fine in the pants but his Shirt didn’t have enough length on the arms. OK, you remembered that, right? Keep that in mind, it might be interesting to remember, later on. We let them know this! So, SURELY they won’t forget that, right? … Let’s just say, you’ll find out later. It’s also, not a pleasant experience when you try on your clothes alongside a whole gang of unnecessary people raiding your room. Becomes very annoying. This would be true of my Mum, too, for which she admitted she found it very uncomfortable and frustrating.
It didn’t take too long for us men to be done, let’s be honest, we’re far more simple, so, it was the turn of my Mum to try on her selected Dress. Out of the three of us, my Mum was definitely VERY stressed. She wanted to Shower, wanted to rest, but, instead, found herself raided in her room to try on a Dress. In the end, it turned out the Dress was fine, but, something to do with the bra thingy wasn’t right. Didn’t get involved with the detail, but, a compromise was to be met, which was done on one of our many Shopping trips, in the coming two weeks.
But, thankfully, once all were satisfied, my Mum actually ended up best of the three of us as it fitted out of the box, it was time to finally, at least, get a bite to eat.
Quick trip to Denny’s, before settling in
Whilst there’s plenty of places we could of gone to eat on the first night, I thought it would be best, after the stress and the long Flight, to go somewhere that, sure, is more expensive, but, at least means my Mum and Dad could order something more Western. In very typical Philippines fashion, a couple of Hannah’s immediate family decided to join for the initial meal, so, ended up being me, my Parents, Hannah, as well as the others, too. My Parents got some Burgers, and more, all of which they said they actually really enjoyed. Something which was actually quite a relief for my Dad. I ended up just getting Fries, cos they sold nothing worth getting, then Hannah, plus her family, all ordered more than they could ever realistically consume. This meant, take out for them. Once we’d all eaten, it was time to head back. Said goodbye to the two that joined, then, headed back to the Hotel. Ended up having a quick drink in the Lobby, but, other than that, it was just time to get back to our Rooms and settle in.
Whilst, it’s fair to say, the reason me and my Parents were in the Philippines was, exclusively, intentionally, for the Wedding, that didn’t mean there wouldn’t be any Tourism. I was certainly determined, as was Hannah, to make sure we got quite a bit done. Obviously, I think it’s fair to say, we’d of preferred to have done more, especially with Lee when he, eventually, arrived. But, we got time to do a few, which, I think we’ll get to now.
Parents meet Hannah’s family
Before we went to bed, we’d all agreed that we weren’t going to do too much on the first day in the Philippines. Let’s be honest, we’d just spent over 24 hours in some form of Airline situation, so a rest was certainly on the cards. So, for a quiet day, it was a perfect opportunity for my Parents to meet who Hannah lives with. It was certainly a big affair to get underway, plus, I think it’s fair to say a very eye-opening opportunity to see how most people live in the Philippines. I think if I was to describe the whole two weeks that we were in the Philippines, this time, my family described it well, very eye-opening, for sure.
The day kicked off with a Breakfast. It was time for me to get my trusty Jollibee, but, as far as Hannah and my family were concerned, they all got something at the Supermarket. One thing that they all, even Lee, eventually, really enjoyed, was going to the, essentially, fresh Pick-n-Mix, style, selection at the Supermarket. This would include Eggs, Bacon, Chicken, Rice (obviously) and so much more. Not only was it fairly affordable, but, as it had a bit of everything, it made for a staple choice for most of their Breakfasts. This was, however, for my Dad, the beginning of what I can only describe as a Chicken overload 😅. I mean, this is the Philippines, if you don’t like Rice, you’re either going to get an overdose of Pork or Chicken.
Heading to Hannah’s house
After a rather quiet start to the first day in the Philippines, it was time to meet the Family. I remember, very well, my first initial meeting of Hannah’s Family and co. I was so nervous, it ended up being so loud, intimidating, but, it’s fair to say, could have gone much worse than it did. Although, this is, of course, completely different. Instead, of course, now, with the Parents, until the second week, when Lee arrives Philippines bound. Then, it’s his turn.
Barely just getting used to the temperatures of Cebu City, here I was, taking them across the walkways towards where Hannah lives. One thing that I’ve never liked about the Philippines, the sheer amount of attention you get from, honestly, just random people, if you’re a Westerner. Some people relish on this and enjoy it, me, not so much. I’d let my family know about this before they came to the Philippines, they now knew what to expect. So, the journey towards where Hannah lives, was, essentially, the usual X3. Whilst the initial walk down was a perfect way for my Parents to begin to, truly, take in the Philippines experience. Eventually, we reached it. We headed down the small ginnel which, occasionally, gets you wet from the drips above, down to where they live. The initial walk in was the usual loud welcomes, a search for Chairs and a pretty wide attempt of conversation. Whilst, I’m sure, the family were wanting to speak to my Parents, I did, rather amusingly, end up being a translator, for a lot of things.
It was, at this point, where it was established that we were all going to go out for a quick meal with the Family. In the end, we actually spent a lot more time with the Family than I was expecting, but, yeah, the first point of call was going to be a Meal out. Issue with any Meals out with Hannah’s family and co, especially for me, there’s nearly NEVER anything for me to eat, and, I knew this wouldn’t be any different. Although, now, I would also need to be worried about my Family; less so my Mum, more my Dad.
Meal with the Family
Once the meet up was done, it was time to head back to the Hotel and plan for the meal with all the Family. Whilst, the decision of where we were going to go was not decided, you kind of just wing-it in the Philippines. What I did know, was it would be Filipino-grub, so, I’d have to do my usual get out for my own Food. Once we were all ready, we met in the Mall and looked for somewhere to eat. Given that I knew their wasn’t many places to eat in the Mall with much variety, being told to just find somewhere you like, didn’t exactly prove helpful. In the end, we ended up finding somewhere for the pretty huge collection of us all, all 16 of us. Whilst we were initially sat in the Restaurant, eventually, we ended up nearer to the back by the window frame.
This was also a perfect opportunity for my Dad to, for some reason, try to teach Revie some Spanish … yeah, I don’t know why, either. My Dad doesn’t even know Spanish that well. You come to expect this from my Family, we’re all a bit weird.
Once everyone’s Food had arrived, I knew it was time for me to head out and get something I could actually eat, elsewhere, and bring it back, which I did. Then, it happened…
The reaction to the Happy Birthday cheer
One of the actual reasons everyone was having a Meal out wasn’t actually anything to do with my Parents arriving, but, as it was a Birthday in the linked Family. So, for what could only be described as something you’d expect from a children’s Birthday party, everyone (and, I mean, everyone) was cheering and singing Happy Birthday with music and cheers. This, it’s fair to say, was quite the culture shock to my Dad who couldn’t, I don’t think, believe, this was actually happening.
The first day draws to its end
In the end, the night reached its conclusion. After a collection of Photos for the occasion, and, what seemed like forever for people to head home, the first day in the Philippines was reaching its end. But, not before a cheeky final few drinks in the Hotel lobby. If I was to describe one of the biggest disappointments that my Parents, and Lee, eventually, had about the Philippines, it was the lack of Bars. People in the Philippines just don’t understand drinking, like the rest of the world does. This meant that, what we’d expect from a different Country, like somewhere in Europe or America, simply just, wasn’t here. There was no local Pub, there was no quick Boozer to go to. All you got was some Cans or Bottles in the Supermarket and, kind of the same, but, at least in a Glass, in the Hotel. So, the Hotel kind of ended up being our substitute Bar.
Grabbed a table, ordered some drinks, sat down. It was during these drinks that my Parents discovered that Corona was twice the price of San Miguel, so, needless to say, that was the go-to drink after. I think it’s fair to say there was a lot to discuss, a lot to pack in to such a small amount of time. My Parents did a quick video call home to show we’re all OK, then, I let them know that tomorrow was going to be rather busy, whilst me and Hannah sorted out some Wedding stuff. The expectation that we probably won’t be able to do much really. Whilst this was OK, it’s fair to say, my Parents were a bit anxious about it. Leaving the vicinity of the Hotel and Mall, to them, was something they really daren’t do, so, didn’t. I did feel a bit bad for them when they were put in moments like that, but, kind of unavoidable with all that needed to be done.
After a few drinks, though, it was time to head up and prepare for the next day. This would become a rather staple end to long days with my Parents, although, it was a bit disappointing that Hannah would much prefer to be alone than spend time with us all. Especially, as this was so new to them and only for a couple weeks. Disappointing, but, can’t be helped.
Preparations, meets a bit of local tourism
The day after began, as quite a few did, with getting even more of those frustrating Red Tape, situations, attached to getting Married in the Philippines, done. This time the requirements all involving the Church meets Chancery, so, to be honest, was rather standard, to be fair.
Once we’d both woke up, something which became a norm for my Parents was where to find them. You were, almost, guaranteed, to find my Parents smoking their e-Cigs outside the Hotel, watching the main crossroad, and, this was no exception. They ended up getting some breakfast together, although, for me and Hannah, it was time to go. I suggested, before we did, that we could try going somewhere later on, depending how long it takes at the Chancery, though I’d no idea how long it would’ve been at this point.
You can’t wear shorts… no, really?
One of the really frustrating things about the Catholic side of getting Married in the Philippines, as I’ve mentioned before, is just the pathetic additional rules, and, here was another. We were running fairly behind to get to the Chancery, so, ended up getting a Taxi and got there *just* on time.
Headed in and began, ironically, considering we were on time, a long wait. Time kept going by, then, upon conversations in the waiting area came the most pathetic admission ever… you’re wearing shorts!!!? You can’t wear shorts, here. I, honestly, thought that was a joke. I still do. We’re in the Philippines, in a room where you can hear the Aircon trying, with little success, to keep people cool, and you’re saying no shorts 🙄
Regardless, not arguing, though, little pissed off, as that was now two additional Taxis back and forth. Rushed back to the Hotel, put some pants on, headed back. Ironically, despite now being late when we got in…we’d still not missed our Appointment. In fact, it was still a lot longer to wait. Until, eventually, it was time.
One last interview, to some quick food
Once it was our turn, now wearing Pants, we headed in to a small room. I wasn’t sure what to expect from the Interview, although, in reality, it was just overview of what was already said. Rather uneventful, really. In the end, had a rather substantial folder of documents which would need delivering to the Church. This would end up being attempted, but, done another time.
It was then time to get something to eat. If you can believe it, we’d not really eaten. After a quick attempt at checking alternatives, in the end, ended up at a Jollibee. Can I just say, probably the worst Jollibee experience I’d had, to date. Extreme delays, cold when it arrived, slack as f… This wouldn’t even be the first bad experience at Jollibee on this Philippines trip, not sure why. Regardless, after being (moderately) filled, it was time to go.
After traveling to the Chancery, back to hotel, back to Chancery, to the Church, now heading back… the day was already quite packed in. Heading back, though, I had a feeling that my Parents were, likely, bored out of their tree, so, we might as well go somewhere before the day concludes. Messaged my Mum, and my Dad, as during this trip it was hit or miss as to who would be checking their phones and arranged to meet up to go to San Pedro.
San Pedro, with the Parents
Once the rush around was done, it was time for some chill and a little bit of local tourism. Obviously, by this point, the day had already progressed quite far, so we knew it would be a waste to travel anywhere far so we stayed local starting at San Pedro.
Me and Hannah went here previously, a couple year ago now, but was nice to go again with my Parents joining us too. I think I’d stick to my original description of it being a very hot version of Oakwell Hall; there’s a mini museum, unwanted Gift shop, and, some sights to see.
Obviously, as we’d been there previously, plus, I’ve covered San Pedro, previously, I won’t bore you with a repeat, but, was nice to go again watching them look around. My Mum focused a lot on some Cargo boats you could see in the distance, as it does go pretty high. My Parents were, actually, both, very interested to see the Cebu Cargo Bay, though, in the end, we ended up not. Hannah was also under the impression it wasn’t for visitors anyway.
In typical Philippines fashion, it was absolutely boiling, even my Dad who’s, forever, cold, was grasping for Water 😅. I was, at least, happy, that both my Parents agree with me that the Water in the Philippines tastes a bit off. It’s not awful, but, you can tell it’s just purified sea water, as opposed to filtered from reservoirs like Yorkshire Water.
One rather hilarious moment was, whilst we were walking around, two random people, at separate occasions, went up to my Mum with a Camera and asked for their picture taken with her. Yep, for some reason, they thought my Mum was somehow a Celebrity. First for everything. She said she didn’t mind, but, was certainly amusing. Speaking of Photography, my Dad certainly embraced it, not only this, but, everywhere, we went, by taking quite the collection.
Then, once we’d all seen everything, it’s not that big to be honest, considering there’s an entry fee, the talk went from wild cats (comparing them to Spanish ones), to what’s next. I knew I needed a snack, plus was thinking of checking out the nearby Plaza, but, it wasn’t dark yet and it’s much better with all the lights so, time for a wonder.
Discovering Philippines Petrol Prices via a quick 7-Eleven stop
Once we’d finished at San Pedro, typically, as in, they’re normally always there, I’d get some more Water from outside, but, their was no one, so, instead, we ended up looking for somewhere to get some quick snacks and drink. This, also, was the first time my Parents were able to experience walking around the streets of Cebu.
It would be a lie to say the Philippines has the most luxurious streets, we complain about such empty things in the UK once you have that comparison, and my Dad was keen to highlight this, taking pictures of the awful wiring, random gaping holes, making UK potholes look invisible, by comparison, and, otherwise. However, my Dads attention was taken away to something else, as we headed towards a convenience Store.
Before heading to the Philippines, I’d already told my Dad and Uncle about the dramatically different prices when it comes to Petrol and Diesel. Forever, we get told in the West such rubbish as to why our Oil prices are so high, from proxy Wars, to other, unrelated, things, to saving a planet that doesn’t need saving. All complete rubbish the gullible West just agree to. As soon as you go to a third world Country, though, or, generally, anywhere, outside of the West, you see the difference. I’m not saying Petrol prices are this dramatic, but, it just puts a lot of things in perspective. So, when my Dad saw Petrol screens showing literally less than £1, it put a lot of things in perspective for him too.
Once that world of wonder was over, we headed to a local 7-Eleven. Whilst they are undeniably the scruffiest chain in the Philippines, even if 7-Eleven is in fact Canadian, it was, at least, somewhere to go to get a quick drink and snack. After a wonder around going aimlessly nowhere, it was finally, at least, starting, to darken, so we headed to the Plaza.
Plaza in the lights, to an evening Jollibee
Once our journey around Cebu was done, it was time for the final destination for the evening, returning back to the Plaza which we’d seen upon arriving at San Pedro, it’s literally right next to it. As I’ve mentioned before, I just knew that if we were going to go there it had to be whilst the day was getting darker, so the lights could come on. Now, don’t get me wrong, it’s nothing groundbreaking and I think my Parents were not that impressed by it, to be honest, but we did get quite a few photos there and it was certainly something to experience and a good way, I thought, to end the day off.
Once my Parents were bored enough in the Plaza, it was time to head out, up first in front of us a big light up S A L A M A T ! written up, for which I told my Mum what it actually meant. Although, was not assured she’d say it correctly, so, proceeded to stick to English.
We then headed back to the Mall, within our Hotel, my Parents got their first major introduction in to eating at Jollibee. Admittedly, I was probably giving Jollibee a better name than it realistically deserves, as I, actually, don’t like any of the native Food, otherwise, to the Philippines. But, you know, when we all got a pretty large meal, with drinks, covering us all, for barely £10, they understood why I was a fan. My Dad actually kicked things off by trying one of the special-oh-so-fancy Burgers, my Mum tried out the Spaghetti and something else, I think, can’t actually remember the order, but, one thing I’m certain of, is that I got Hot Dogs. Jolly Hot Dogs are basically what I live for in the Philippines, but, let me make it very clear, they’re absolutely disgusting in the UK, and, ridiculously priced. Although, to be fair, when Hannah eats Jollibee in the UK, when she orders what she likes, she says, it’s just as good, apart from the drinks.
The day ended in a way which became traditional, we’d head back to the Hotel Lobby, my Parents would want a few drinks, I’d, sometimes, join them for a few, before heading to the room where me and Hannah would watch a Movie or what-not. The day after, we needed to go to the Church, so, felt like a perfect opportunity to take my Family across to where the very Wedding they’ve come to see, actually was going to be!
Quick trip to SM Seaside
After a bit of a preview of the things we could be getting up to whilst in the Philippines, it’s fair to say my Parents were ready for some more, especially as this was the week before the Wedding, meaning much more opportunity for the Tourism and holiday feel. So, we went straight to it. As we needed to see the Church, as you’ll remember from my earlier blogs, the Church is right next to the Aquarium that me and Hannah have been to before, so, was just a perfect opportunity to kill two birds with one stone and go to both at once. We also had our first venture in to SM Seaside, too.
Once we arrived, the first stop was to get something to eat, I was hungry, so, it just made sense to head into SM. Whilst my Parents weren’t exactly the most excited to see a Mall, considering how they were rather scared to leave the Mall attached to the Hotel, as the streets of the Philippines makes them nervous, they were certainly made aware of the much larger scale. This wouldn’t be the last time we went to SM Seaside, but, that wouldn’t be until Lee arrived.
Unfortunately, however, this also was the beacon of disappointments for my family. One of the first came to Food. My Parents had already discovered Jollibee, so it was time to check out another Philippines Fast Food chain, this time, ChowKing. My Dad is very particular when it comes to Asian cuisine, especially in regard to Noodles. If you know anything about Fast Food, you know to always expect different to the picture, so, when he got the very disappointing tiny rubbish Noodles, he… gave it to my Mum, went with me to the next-door Jollibee and we ate through there instead.
The Jollibee Robots, a TERRIBLE Coffee, trip to the roof
This was the first, of a few times, that my Dad discovered something rather hilarious in the Jollibee, the robots. They have facial expressions and walk around. The next time my Dad saw these, he did a full on video of them to show the kids at home. It’s certainly a unique experience. I don’t think these would work here as people would just abuse them and break them. But, everyone’s generally rather soft in the Philippines so it’s fine.
Once we’d all eaten, my Parents fancied a drink, more specifically a Coffee. I’d, pretty much, established, I wanted to end the trip on the Roof, so, we were already heading to the top side of the Mall. This also meant that when it came to getting some Coffee, that ended up being on the top floor. We headed to a small Coffee place, ordered a rather expensive Coffee which came … frozen, with Ice!!! Yeah, NO ONE was impressed and it tasted like crap. Being the British that we were, we moaned, made it very clear we were annoyed, then, just left 😅
We then headed to the Wing in the Mall. There’s actually two to choose from, this time we chose the left side. It turns out this was the lesser popular one as we were, almost, the only ones there. Personally, I prefer that, I prefer to be one of a few, rather than one of a many. We’d all got some snacks before we’d headed up, so, had a few, and it was up there where our next destinations was made clear. The Aquarium we were going to go to, literally, next-door to the Church.
As you can see from the picture, it was actually quite a gloomy day, still boiling, but, there was a bit of a breeze which was welcomed.
Cebu Ocean Park
This was obviously far from the first time that Hannah, and, even me, had gone to Ocean Park. But, in general, it’s a fairly affordable couple hours to browse and explore, plus, it adds to the Philippines Tourist experience. Whilst it’s questionable whether my Parents enjoyed it, they sure embraced it and, even now, it’s one of the many things that they remember, looking back. Personally, I can inform my Family that Ocean Park is better than UK equivalents like The Deep, I can certainly say the day was decent.
What my Parents experienced at Ocean Park was, pretty much, the same as my experience, a decent aquarium, few notable specialities you probably wouldn’t see here, a rather boring Bird section, then, easily the most disappointing side of it, more Birds with the frankly awful Bird Show. I think every time we’ve had to watch a Bird Show, which was this, and, where we’d go later, my Dad lost a bit of his soul, so, definitely won’t put him through that again.
Got ourselves quite a few photos taken, throughout. Hannah, for some reason, decided to pay for 2 photos, which I thought was weird as the ones we’d actually taken were good enough. I’d always find that Hannah would be cheeky, if ever they were baiting you to buy a photo so took it with their Camera, Hannah would immediately after give a Smartphone to them to take the same photo; worked every time, too 😅
Once we were done at Ocean Park, and, with the outdoor music sealed in our heads for the next 50 years, it was time to head off to the next-door, kinda, the Church.
Visiting the Church with my Family
I’m not religious, and, I never will be, so, obviously, going to see a Church is hardly going to be the highlight of the day for me. However, this isn’t just any Church I’m seeing and showing to my Family, this is the Church where me and Hannah are to get Married in, just a week after. One of the biggest things that I liked about the Church, we ended up picking, actually, is that it doesn’t look like a typical Church, from outside. I covered this in my earlier blogs, but, something I was able to reiterate to my Family. Whilst my Dad stayed outside as he’s not really bothered, my Mum went in with Hannah, having a good look around.
This wouldn’t be the only time seeing this Church, however, as there was some documentation that was needed to be signed. So, me, Hannah, and my Parents, ended up going in to the office side of the Church to get some paperwork signed. This was, certainly, one of those moments where things were truly beginning to feel real. My Parents had a little natter with those in the Church office, though, generally, it was a pretty quick, in-and-out jobby of making sure our documents from the Chancery had been received, and, the Church, with all the paperwork now signed, was officially reserved for March 20th 2024, for the Marriage of me, Ben, and Hannah!
One rather amusing addition to the proceedings was, once we were ready to head back, the Taxi that we got, was the same Taxi that we got there, which was both a good and a bad thing… well, actually mostly a bad thing as the Taxi didn’t really feel like it should be able to make it 😅 But, thankfully so, we did make it safely back afterwards.
With just a small selection of Wedding preparation required before the day itself, the decision was made by Hannah that it might be a good idea to do a Cebu Tour the day after. This would entail visiting 5 different Cebu tourist locations and making a real full day of it. My Family were obviously on board, agreed to pay their share, Hannah got it all booked, and, that was the next day prepared. All that was remaining was our typical evening proceedings, after a bite to eat, as we head in to the next, pretty big, day.
The Cebu Tour
If I had to point out two days from the Philippines trip that were the most significant, especially for my Mum, as well as me and Hannah, one of them would be this one; the Cebu Tour day. Whilst, initially, this was supposed to be a day that would be spent with both my Parents, unfortunately, things didn’t exactly go to plan. The day started with meeting my Parents, which, initially, things seemed pretty normal until … they weren’t. Whilst me and Hannah went separately to get some breakfast, upon coming back, my Dad had decided that he wasn’t feeling too good. This would mean, that he would be, instead, staying alone, in the Hotel all day. I’m not gonna lie, this really annoyed me, not only because my Dad seemed, and, ended up being, fine, but, also, because, what were we going to do now? Well, what we are going to do is just continue and move on. I know Hannah wanted to bring one of her family along, but, I made sure she didn’t, and the day was much better, as a result of this. So, it ended up being just the 3 of us. Looking back on the day now, though, perhaps my Dad would have struggled as we did quite a lot of walking, on, sometimes, quite unforgiving terrain. So, where did we go?
Taoist Temple
Once we headed to our Driver for the day, up first was Taoist Temple. You may, or may not, remember, that, initially, me and Hannah were going to go to this before. This wasn’t allowed to take place, due to just pitiful requirements to wear Masks, during the scamdemic. Yet, if you believe it or not, those restrictions are STILL in effect in certain parts of the place, but, it is what it is. This time, we just put up with it. Although, in reality, we all just “pretended” we were wearing them.
Despite being in the Philippines, Taoist Temple is actually Chinese orientated, if you couldn’t tell, but, certainly made for quite a few photo opportunities. My Mum said she particularly enjoyed the more Asian inspired places that we visited, and remembered this one, and one still to come, most, in particular. The Temple was surrounded by Chinese inspired Dragons, areas of respect, as well as some indoor areas. Whilst it was certainly interesting, these type of places do get boring after a while, but, thankfully, it was free to visit. Mostly, though, I was thankful that me and Hannah didn’t have to walk to the rather awful nearby Town to find a Taxi, like our last failed attempts there, this time, we had one waiting for us to take us to the next stop.
Sirao
Whilst Taoist Temple was an unsuccessful first attempt, the rest of them were either new, or, where we’d been to previously, first of these being the photogenic Sirao. This really took me back. The last time I went to Sirao was literally on the first March trip to the Philippines, with Hannah and her former School friends, This time, however, the only extra was my Mum. Quite a different number. This certainly added a different feel to the visit this time, and, honestly, in such a more positive way. The first time I went there, me and Hannah were not even official, the other 3 were just annoying and in the way, so, being able to just enjoy it again, sure, with my Mum, too, but, just made it feel so much better. Whilst, obviously, the place has not really changed much in the two years since going first, it was nice to enjoy it again. We also just had laughs together, not taking ourselves too seriously, with the odd, very required, sit down breaks.
A useful gift shop and terrible Ice Cream
Once we’d had enough of the sights, my Mum noticed something, rather, instantly, even after entering, they had a gift shop! Obviously, whenever you go anywhere abroad, it’s British tradition to bring back some native souvenirs, plus, it’s fair to say, they were all very affordable. So, my Mum ended up getting about a thousands Pens, Fridge Magnets and more from there. Although, due to a bit of an error on my Dads part, which we’ll get to nearer when we left the Philippines, these souvenirs ended up being, pretty much, the best they got. But, what’s also British tradition, is we always scout for tat, plus, tat it sure was.
But, this all wasn’t before it was time for a quick bite to eat, bit of a Snack to keep us going. I thought, as it’s absolutely boiling, emphasised by the fact that Sirao is quite high up, to get drink and an Ice Cream. Unfortunately, the drinks selection was disappointing and tiny, then the Ice Cream was honestly the worst I’ve ever had in my entire life. Look, it was never going to be as good as a Magnum, but, the fact that it tasted like gone off Vegan ice cream meets out-of-date cheap Chocolate, it didn’t get eaten. On that note, time to go.
Little Kyoto
Out of all the places that we all ended up going to on the Cebu Tour, easily, my favourite of all of these was Little Kyoto. There’s something about Japanese culture that I’ve always found far more intriguing than, say, the Chinese culture, found at Touist Temple. Little Kyoto is colourful, varied, has some great sights and, well, a picture just tells a thousand words with this place.
One thing about the trip to Little Tokyo, was just how varied, how uniquely themed it all was. It had some humorous additions, such as the pissing baby, but, also had some things that my Mum really liked, such as the monument to the Hachiko dog, the famous dog that waited outside the Train station for its deceased owner. Hannah was actually more interested in, pretend Cherry Blossoms, more on those when we’re back in the UK, to the Japanese Daruma.
Like most of the places, Little Tokyo had a typical disgusting Philippines toilet, but, also, being a tourist area, it also had a very expensive place to get something to drink or eat. However, as this was Little Tokyo, everything was Japanese inspired, so, Rice, or, Milk / Bubble Tea. So, nothing for us.
What’s Disney doing there?
Considering this is a Japanese inspired area, outside of all the things we’d shown, their was also Lucky Cats, themes from famous Japanese movies, though, disappointingly, no Pokémon influence… I know, what a let down. However, one thing I was certainly not expecting was Mickey and Minnie Mouse. I mean, what’s Disney doing here? Disney has nothing to do with Japanese culture! I’m not sure if this was just a desperate addition for those who don’t know much about Japanese anime vs American/European cartoons, but, was certainly a weird addition.
Just before we decided to head to our next destination, whilst we were having a bit of a rest on some chairs at the top, my Mum got a text from my Dad asking how the day was going. Whilst, I think, he was somehow hoping the day wasn’t going well, spitefully as he couldn’t go, my Mum just said it as it is, it’d already been such an incredible day so far. I will say, I think this was the peak, things went a bit downhill afterwards, but, still, had to be honest.
Temple of Leah
Just like with Sirao, this wasn’t the first time that me and Hannah had gone to the Temple of Leah. However, I will say, things have certainly developed far more than last time we went, just a couple years ago. Whilst, generally, it’s not the most entertaining place to visit, it’s really just a Temple, now, at least, there’s much more to see indoors, including, now, a Café.
Interestingly, I don’t have a photo from the Café area, I’m not sure why. Last time I went to the Temple of Leah, a lot of the dumb Covid restrictions were still in effect, so, I’m not sure if that’s why most of the indoor stuff wasn’t there, but, now there’s a pretty large left side area. Makes sense why the right area isn’t accessible when you look through the window and see most stuff in there’s broken 😅
Some amusing moments came from a naked Soldier sculpture with the usual joke, you’d expect, and, honestly, the rest in the Café area. Although, we never actually got anything. The place looks like it’s getting quite a lot of development, actually, with building taking place next for what looks like a big Maze. So, have to see if that becomes anything in the next year, or so.
Tops
Without a doubt, the worst of the 5 places we went to was Tops. This had been forever broadcasted, promoted, and more, by so many people in the Philippines as this go-to place to visit. In the end what it was, was just this rather average view down the rougher side of Cebu, with a pretty basic stone structure surrounded by overpriced rubbish restaurants. You won’t see that on the Tour Guide, but, that’s because I’m telling the truth.
Was it a nice place to see, sure, but was it anything that special, no. I certainly wouldn’t want to go back to Tops again. Food was also absolutely disgusting. I ended up getting some Fries from a place and they had NO SALT, how can you sell Fries with no Salt, what’s wrong with you, they’re made for Salt. That, alongside, the rest of the feel we had with the place, just made me, honestly, just want to go home. I can honestly tell you, if we didn’t go to Tops, I’d of probably enjoyed the day, or, come home from the day, much happier. But, we did, so, it is what it is.
Visiting the Reception, to another meal
I covered sorting out a lot of the Church stuff, earlier, as it was during this day that all the paperwork was signed off at the Church. But, what also came from the day after the Cebu Tour, was to finally visit the Reception.
Our Reception was taking place at Bayfront Hotel in Cebu. I’ll be honest with you, when it came to everything involving the Wedding, the Reception was, quite simply, the worst part of the entire Wedding proceedings. The place was quite rubbish, the facilities were empty, and, I just didn’t like the place.
The main reason for visiting the Reception was, one, to show my Parents, but, mostly, for my Parents to try out the available Food for the Wedding as it was assumed the English folk wouldn’t just want generic Philippines food. Thankfully, my Dad liked quite a few of the options, and my Mum was a fan too, so, sorted.
Plain white T-shirts to do what?
One of the weirdest side of the conversation came from our Coordinator who’d made this odd decision for what we were going to do as part of the Photographs for the Wedding. No lie, the initial plan was for us to be dressed in our underwear … no, really! Are you kidding me? There was just so much about what they thought was a good idea for a Wedding, that I was just like, NO. But, Ben what about… NO. Seriously. This is my Wedding, I’m not looking like a stupid idiot deliberately like some childish school party.
In the end, things were changed to wearing Shorts, as well as, for some reason, a Plain white T-shirt. This was something I was actually incredibly annoyed about, as, despite the fact that me, and Lee, who came in a few days from this time, had to go out and buy a plain T-shirt, as we were told logos etc were not allowed … what happened then, though, was we’d do the Photos on the day and everyone from Hannah’s non-immediate family who were involved, all wore T-shirts with logos etc. So, it made Lee go, wait a minute, and, me, rather annoyed. One rule for us, but, not for them … would become standard as the day went on, frustratingly.
Yet another birthday out
I was, personally, very happy, to leave the Bayfront, once we were done. Once we were all done, it was time to head back to our Hotel to prepare for, what would be, the second birthday meal out, alongside Hannah’s family. This would also be the second time that we were joining the family to celebrate another Birthday. This would also be another meal where I’d have to get a quick Jollibee in order to be able to eat anything.
It was during this Meal, however, that the conversation came to what we wanted to do tomorrow. Now that everything was ready for the Wedding, we could, generally, just chill and actually get back to the Touring of the Philippines and have some fun. One of the places I’d actually mentioned to my Family, long before we went to the Philippines was Cebu Safari. I was very keen for my Parents to see, and, go there, so, we discussed this, and, before we knew it, it was all ready to be arranged.
Cebu Safari
Once everything was arranged, it was finally time to take my family somewhere I’d promised, to Cebu Safari. This ended up being, unsurprisingly, also, one of the main trips they remember most from the Philippines trip. Obviously, as I’d gone to Cebu Safari previously, there was never going to be much, in terms of, surprise, about the trip. However, I will say, the experience just completely changes when you add your family to the mix. I could spend this entire post going over the multiple birds, Fish, mammals, etc, that we saw, but, I kinda did that in my first visit. So, everyone already knows there’s pretty much everything; Fish, Lions, Tigers, Giraffes, Pigs, Birds, the whole kahuna. There’s some exceptions, obviously. My Mum, for example, would of been very happy if they had Elephants as she loves Elephants, but, considering an Elephant is bigger than Cebu, they’re not there 😅.
The day began, pretty much, like all the trips do in the Philippines, crammed in a Van, early, for quite a long uncomfortable journey, this time, of course, to Cebu Safari. I’d actually forgotten how long the journey was, seemed to take forever to get there, but, eventually we did, to the relief of my Parents.
First things first, headed inside to the Reception to register and pay. My Parents covered themselves, I’d, obviously, cover Hannah and me, wouldn’t have minded to cover the couple and their daughter but… then … there was an annoying “addition”.
Uninvited guest
If there’s one huge difference between the Philippines people, and, British people, it comes down to this. In the UK, we’re generally very reserved, include ourselves when invited (unless drunk), accommodate as much as possible, for ourselves, but, all in all, prefer a more smaller tight group. The Philippines …it’s the complete opposite! Group has to be super large, whether safe to do, or not (more on that in a few days time), random people just turn up sometimes just to scrounge and leach, and, in the end, you’ve a louder, less enjoyable experience, as a result. For the most part, Hannah’s immediate, and, not immediate, Family… again, for the most part, don’t fall under these categories, which, believe me, is really good! However, one certain individual does.
This day was, originally, agreed to have me, Hannah, my Parents, as well as the couple who’d helped me out during my Engagement, who I’ve become very close to. That’s it. I’d even specifically told Hannah that I didn’t want this person to come, after they’d already been incredibly rude to my Family. So, you can imagine my incredible frustration when, there they were, waiting in the Van, with their cocky smile, alongside the others. I still haven’t forgiven Hannah for this. This was a SIMPLE instruction, yet, completely ignored. This was also the main reason, my Parents and me, didn’t enjoy the day, anywhere near, as much as we could. Not to mention, I said I would not be paying for them, Hannah said she’d make up for it and pay me back, but, never did. I hate to put a downer on what should of been a very good day, but, Hannah’s fault. You could argue, their fault, for bringing such a nuisance along, but Hannah was given the instruction. And, regrettably, this wouldn’t be the last time he would be included. I can imagine Hannah would prefer me to remove this part from my blog, but, I won’t, because this ruined one of the more expensive days after being specifically called out previously. No excuse.
Mum feeds the Crocs, whilst Dads knowledge leaves much to be desired
Moving away from that annoyance, which, whilst did hamper the experience, certainly didn’t ruin it entirely …I’m, kinda, used to ignoring people. One thing that was a shame about the whole Cebu Safari trip, was, as Hannah and her family had already been before, their seemed to be this pressure for us all to hurry up, which was, honestly, really really selfish. My Parents have never been here before, they want to check out all the sights, yet, were unable to in the way they’d of liked. Seriously, everyone all just cared for themselves. Hannah would also always pick her Family group, instead of our group, too, so, ended up becoming a trip with me and my Parents, instead. This wasn’t too bad, obviously, it’s a new experience for them, but, was a shame their was even further disconnect.
As I mentioned earlier, I’m not going to just list and picture all the animals here, this blog is long enough, but, their was certainly some highlights and lowlights. One disappointment was that one of the big cats was not in a sociable mood, on this occasion, with the lone exception of one I managed to video turning and yawning.
One highlight of my Mum’s trip was feeding the Crocodiles. As it was rather quiet when we arrived at the Crocodiles, it was feeding time, my Mum got the honours. This was slightly over shadowed by my Dad trying to be the next major nature documentary expert, spouting many statements, most for which, ended up not exactly being true.
Another rubbish Bird Show
Just like when we went to Ocean Park, and, in the same vain as when I went, both the biggest let down of the place was definitely the Bird show. This one was ever so slightly better as we were joined by the young kid, so, my Parents enjoyed seeing her reactions and excitement at the experience. Other than that, though, I think we were all glad when it was over.
A very awkward snack…
Once we’d done the main walk round, as with most touristy areas, you end up at a rubbish expensive Café, and, Cebu Safari is no different. I’ve, previously, had a very disappointing Hot Dog from there before, so, was hardly intent on getting anything to eat. In the end, I just got a Royal (effectively Fanta when it had Sugar), whilst my Parents risked a Burger.
Due to what I mentioned earlier, this was made to be a very awkward situation. My Parents love Hannah, they love the couple and simply adore their daughter, but, were not happy the other was there. So, whilst they would have been all happy to get everyone something to eat, even if I’d already stated the Food might have been bad, in the end, they didn’t, and I don’t blame them, as it would mean it would include him. If you’re rude to us Brits, especially, on a first impression, believe me, we don’t forget. We forever keep that grudge! It’s not like he was ever any better after either. My Parents have also said, since then, they felt really bad for the couple and their daughter, as, they did eat and not offer them anything when they actually wanted to. But, it is what it is.
After an awkward realisation by Hannah, the rest of them said they’d be eating later, which they did. Moving on…
Feeding Giraffes to one last wonder… or, so we thought
After the brief snack, for some, right next to the Café area is where you can feed the nearby Giraffes. This was one of those moments I remembered from last time we’d gone to Cebu Safari, so was keen to include my Parents in it. As was the case, pretty much, throughout the day, many photos were taken making for quite the collection, in the end.
Speaking of which, I’ve actually ended up getting 2TB of iCloud storage, especially after the Wedding, just to make sure I never run out of space. But, obviously, using Family Sharing between Hannah and my Parents, too, so we’ve all access to it.
Based on last time we’d gone, we were, kinda, expecting that to be the last hurrah… until we took, what appeared, initially, to be a small diversion. What we discovered, however was something much more.
A whole new huge picturesque area
Just when I thought the trip to Cebu Safari was going to be much of the same, a whole new area which wasn’t there before appears. One of the few Photos I have of me and Hannah at Cebu Safari was around some greenery, which, interestingly, is now no longer there, but, in it’s place, clearly, is something so much more grand.
It’s insane, isn’t it? It’s so out of place from what you’d expect from, essentially, a wild life park. What’s also pretty insane about this was that we appeared to be the only people even checking this place out, likely as it is such an awkward turn-off to get to. We’re certainly glad we did, though.
We were treated to a whole mosaic of structures, greenery, ornamentally decorated animals and so much more. Then, once we went even deeper, there was a rope drawer bridge which led to an even more vast green area to enjoy. Not gonna lie, this was probably my favourite part of the whole Cebu Safari trip. Going across the bridge was rather amusing, using the shakiness to annoy Hannah by stomping on the bridge. But yeah, it’s not obvious to see, but, if you do go to Cebu Safari, look for what appears to be a turn in to nowhere, then, what you’ll find will be the surprise we did.
The “must take” picture of the Sculpture
When we first entered Cebu Safari, one of the more immediate things that my Dad noticed was this porcelain animal sculpture. It became the talk of any spare time. Must get a photo next to it, my Dad would always say. Now, considering it’s actually fairly close to the Main Entrance, I wasn’t really expecting it to be that difficult, just head back to the start, do a short walk.
In the end, what ended up happening, once we were all heading back, we’d ended up getting a Van by ourselves, so, was able to ask them to wait for us to take the picture. So, finally, we had a few pictures of it. The staff took the opportunity for us to all get a Photo next to it; one of two which Hannah (for some reason) ended up wasting money and buying again, like with Ocean Park. A waste as we took our own. I kind of get why she did it, but, would have been perfectly fine not to.
Then, photos taken… wait, where they going?? Yep, the Drivers all started to leave before we’d even got onboard. I’m not sure if this was a cheap Philippines joke, but, made a few people laugh, so, there’s that. Safely aboard, we headed on, got back, took the main Van back to the Hotel to end what was actually quite a long day indeed.
Hannah takes charge in her Tour Day Out
Once we’d had a huge day like the one at Cebu Safari, it was time for one last chill day with my Parents. This would actually be the last day before my Best Man would be landing, so, didn’t really want anyone else coming along for the ride. Hannah decided to take it upon herself to be the big Tour Guide. Whilst, I’m not entirely sure she, initially, had any idea where we were going, we certainly ended up going places that I’ve never seen before.
The journey began with my Parents, initial, biggest fear, of the Philippines, the Jeepney. Yep, this was the time that they got to try riding the Jeepney, which, to be honest, I think they were really surprised how much they didn’t mind it. Obviously, given the choice, they’d easily choose a Taxi or Bus, but, the experience was what made it worthwhile. Plus, once you figure out it’s barely 5p to go a mile, practically, that sells it to you to it.
First stop felt rather unplanned, not just because we were plonked in a very random area, but, the fact that Hannah was asking locals where the heck she was. But, we did get something out of it, well, my Mum got some additional souvenirs, at least, and for Hannah, enough time for her to find her bearings. Initially, we stopped off at some random mini-Park area which had some form of statue for some War memorial, of some kind. I don’t think it really got the attention Hannah was, perhaps, hoping. It wasn’t that special, really. What did get attention was seeing a red modern Fire Engine, exciting times.
One thing that was probably the big highlight of the day was, allegedly, the oldest building remaining in the Philippines, (or Cebu, or, more likely, just this little piece of Cebu). Look, when you’re on Tour you accept any rubbish they tell you. I will say, though the building was indeed old, was actually rather interesting to look around. We took a ton of photos around the place, didn’t take ourselves too seriously, in the process, then was entertained by two women doing some rather unusual dancing. Then, it was time to go.
Before heading to our next destination came another Jeepney ride towards, unfortunately, Colon. I don’t like the place as it’s a bit of sh**hole, but, in a way it was an opportunity for my Parents to experience it. My Parents had a very disappointing trip to a McDonald’s, lacking in even the basics, didn’t even sell Latte’s, to then going to the next disappointment, a very poor Jollibee. When it comes to Colon, expect disappointments.
Hannah started the conversation that we should all ride a Carousel. My Parents were very open to the idea, if a little dubious. I wasn’t entirely sure about the whole idea, but, you know, should be pretty decent, right? …
Well, I think it’s fair to say what we had in mind when Hannah said Carousel, was something a little more grand. We weren’t expecting some Disney Princess ride here, but, perhaps, more akin to what me and Hannah rode in Blackpool. What we got, however, I don’t even think was structurally stable. If you can believe it, yes, that small single horse, and that tiny carriage, was made to carry 4 of us, plus the driver. Believe me it was struggling. More concerning was the creaking from the structure, the lock at the end that didn’t entirely lock, it was… an experience.
Credit where it’s due, it certainly took us a fair bit, though. Although, I do wish it didn’t take us up and down again a slight slope, as that made me feel like things were just going to go crumble. Thankfully, though, they didn’t. Once the journey was done, we all lied to ourselves that we’d never do that again, then, found ourselves in main town Colon. After discovering screen protectors for my Mum’s phone were overpriced in the Philippines, that left us with only one good thing to do in Colon, leave. So, we did.
Heading back home we decided to just take a Taxi. This led to something my Parents just couldn’t believe, but, you come to expect in the Philippines. Rode past us was a Motorbike fit for two, but, balanced in the middle with no support whatsoever was their (barely 4 year old) child. As Parents, I think they just noted that moment as something pretty insane. Makes sense as that would be illegal in the UK. I’d like to think there’s laws in the Philippines, but, the Country, forever, shows that if it does they’re very lenient.
Quick stop off at the “park”, to a walk back home.
As you may remember from a few trips to the Philippines back, Hannah sometimes likes to go to this “park” area. I put in quotations as it’s barely a park at all. I’ve never understood why she takes this location as anything special, it’s barely got any grass and, in reality, is a field-ish area surrounding some Apartments. Regardless, here we were with my Parents and, the norm when you come here, head to 7-eleven and get some snacks. I was, personally, very disappointed with the lack of anything decent, so, didn’t get anything. Once we were done, we headed outside for a little while and chilled.
One thing that became very clear was my Parents really liked the Ice Cream they got. Not sure which one it was, some local brand, but, believe me, they were ranting and raving about it so much, telling me, few days later, when they were on their own, they’d bought some more. It was also becoming obvious, that my Dad was desperate to get a good decent picture of a Jeepney to show home. Obviously, this would have been easier if he just went to SM entrance where there’s a ton of them waiting stood still, but, it was better watching him struggle, between opening the Camera app, to pushing the shutter button, to then realise, they’d already zoomed past.
This continued on the walk back to the Hotel, with every Jeepney, an opportunity for the best shot.
Of course walking back to the Hotel, would mean we’d walk around half a mile, through the Cebu City streets. This, of course, just highlighted the complete imbalance between some parts of Cebu. On one side of things, you see the glitz and beauty of places like the new Grass area in Cebu Safari, structures like the Malls, to, then, all of a sudden, reality kicks in, seeing what the side streets are like. Whilst the picture above was used as an inside joke to my sister in the UK saying it was our Hotel, in reality, that likely is someone’s accommodation. A reminder that not all is great, for most. After walking past many side streets, almost getting killed by terrible drivers and illogical Traffic lights, passing some Grave stone makers, Hannah’s old school, where Hannah lives, we were finally starting to see the Hotel coming up.
Hannah, surprisingly, actually joined us for the night drink in the lobby, discussing the plan for the next day. Yep, this was the time when Lee would be landing in the Philippines. As this is the Philippines, people in the country do things completely illogically, so, just expect some more annoyances, along the way… 😅
A made up tradition I was NOT going to agree to
Before we get to Lee landing in the Philippines, I, simply, have to share this. Once I’d landed in the Philippines, there was multiple trips to see Hannah’s Family, multiple trips with, and without, my Parents, too.
As you’re well aware, the Philippines is a (mostly) Catholic Country, with some additional Philippine unique extras to make it that much more annoying. Well, here’s a new tradition for you, something I was never going to agree to; “you cannot see your Best Man a week before the Wedding”. Now, I’ve been very accepting of the, after checking afterwards, simply made up, sometimes, ridiculous, traditions and extras; all which I’ve been told to accept, put up with, pay for, etc, in regards to this Wedding. This, however, was the last straw. I don’t think Hannah’s Family has ever seen me so straight, clear, and, firm, with anything they’ve ever told me before, but, this was a straight NO.
I mean, just think about that for a second. They expect Lee to fly to the Philippines, somewhere he’s never been before, be picked up by someone he’s never met, as, obviously, Hannah can’t see him either, to then waste days in a place he doesn’t know, waiting for a Wedding where it would, only, then, be the first time he could see us. You’re having a laugh, right?. No one, surely, is that stupid. Hilariously, though, they were serious! As I said before, I did look this up after this charade, and, what a surprise, this was all made up and is NOT a, tradition, a rule, anything, at all. Although, when we actually get to the Wedding, you’ll start to see how traditions just, all of a sudden, miraculously disappear, when it’s for certain people, but, not for us. Funny that…
So yeah, made it very clear to them, I will be seeing Lee tomorrow (at that time) at the Airport. Not only that, picking him up, spending time with him, before, and, after, the Wedding, because, that’s just normal. There’s no way Lee would agree to come with that bullshit requirement.
Lee lands ahoy in the Philippines
Morning after the night before, and it was time. Time to meet the myth, the legend that is, Grandad Lee, who, hopefully, unless he took the wrong Plane, would be landing in the Philippines at Cebu Mactan Airport. This was such role reversal for me. Forever I’ve been the one landing, and Hannah meeting me there; this time, I’d be, for the first time, going to the Arrivals section, not Departures.
Picking him up, to getting Checked in
The day started off normal, saw my Parents, briefly, whilst they went for their traditional Starbucks and Food, then, it was time to go. For some reason, it was still decided that we must go with a member of Hannah’s family; to this day, no idea why. I can completely understand why Hannah goes with someone when she’d otherwise be alone, but, this just made no sense. They were, then, not only, late, but, seemed to just do everything wrong at getting us a Taxi, something we’d had plenty of opportunities to get, before they’d arrived. Eventually, we got one. In the Taxi, everyone was ranting about me and Hannah soon getting Married, then, eventually we did arrive.
In a way, I suppose it wasn’t too bad that we were later than planned as it massively reduced the wait until …yep, there he was, cloaked in his typical Leeds United gear, there he was, the one and only Grandad Lee, has landed in the Philippines. That’s right, the Philippines, a Country which, despite a population of over 115 Million people, had zero Tesco Stores for him to use his discount Card 😅.
Once we’d picked him up, was time to get a Taxi. Thankfully, as it was just the 4 of us, well, 4.5, we didn’t need to get a Van or anything like that, so, ordered a Taxi and headed out to the Hotel to get Lee all checked in. To this day, I just remember looking over, seeing Hannah, seeing Lee of all people, the Philippines out of the window, and just thinking; is this really happening? It’s mad, because, it hit me more with Lee, than it did with my Parents.
Before we knew it, we were back at the Hotel. I felt the need to be Lee’s guide for the bulk of the duration. Whilst Lee is many things, he’s not someone I expect is very understood abroad, mostly as he’s not always understood locally, either. But, with help, got him checked in. Frustratingly, he got a correct room, unlike the rest of us, so was much bigger with more space. Despite the fact his room was right in the front of the Lifts… that didn’t stop us walking past it… twice, before we found it.
But, once he was checked in, we were good. And, just like me and my Parents, there’d, surely be nothing extra to come from the check in to the Hotel…wait yes there is, and, yes, back my questionable demand, the always inconvenient intrusive Wedding clothing try-on process, yeyy…
Lee gets annoyed with the coordinator
Lee is many things, I’d like to say he has a limiting patience, but, I’ve never seen him full-on frustrated and mad at someone, in the way he was with the Coordinator, and their staff, during his time with them, invading his Hotel room. Like the rest of us, he’d to try on his Suit, which, he’d no issue with, obviously, but, it’s just the way they do it that gets you annoyed, just so backwards and rude.
The sizes weren’t correct, a theme of all the Wedding outfits, except my Mums, and they decided to blame Lee for incorrect measurements. HOWEVER, this was later proved as false, on inspection of the measurements he sent to me, which I passed to the Coordinator, Lee was right, they just decided not to bother reading. I’m sure Lee wants it making VERY CLEAR, he didn’t make size in-corrections, they did.
The thing that annoyed him the most, though, was that they were just getting too comfortable in his room, which, I could see very clearly, so I made the gesture to be like, OK, time to go now.
The first evening closed with a quick Meal. I feel like we did the same trick and went to Dennys again. Then, once this was done, was time for a few drinks in the Hotel lobby, which Lee was very ready for, before his first full day in the Philippines was ready to begin.
Lee in the Philippines
If there’s one thing that, I, certainly, felt was a shame about the trip to the Philippines, for the big Wedding, it was definitely in regards to the lack of time we really had with Lee. Not only had, most of the real Touristy side of the trip all, kind of, ended at this point, but, their was very little time between Lee arriving to, Wedding, then, time to go. Despite this, however, I certainly tried to make him feel the Philippines spirits, and, he got down to it with aplomb, as they say.
Despite this, however, the first full day that Lee would spend in the Philippines was actually fairly chill. Things started off by taking him to get some breakfast. By this point, my Mum and Dad had become very accustomed to going to the Supermarket, getting their Pick’n’Mix of the selection of fresh Food and getting quite the portion for a very decent price. Typically, as was the case here, Hannah would be the one to guide upon what to get, and, in the end, we’d all be eating for less than £10. This, of course, being Lee, meant that he, effectively, bought a weekends worth of Food for Hannah, for his breakfast! But, once he found out that everything he had which more than filled him, only cost barely £4, he was very impressed.
Lee visits Hannah’s, plus, the big practice for his role!
Once Lee had arrived in the Philippines, Hannah’s, immediate, Family, were very keen to get him over to practice one of his big roles of being Best Man, the Veil. Now, if you’re traditionally viewing a Wedding, from a Western perspective, you’d be thinking the Veil would be for the Bride, and, don’t get me wrong, that still is the case. But, this is the Philippines, so, the man also gets a Veil. Not only that, but, is the responsibility of both the Maid of Honour and Best Man, working together, to “seal” it, during the Wedding.
Heading down from the Hotel to Hannah’s house, it was Lee’s turn to truly take in what life in the Philippines was truly like. You kind of forget when you get used to it, what a dramatic shift it truly is. Once Lee arrived at Hannah’s house, even before getting there, he got the usual Westerner reactions, from everywhere, treated like the next golden Celebrity. I guess in Cleck, he, kind of, is 😅. Despite this, though, it was pretty clear this was, naturally, uncomfortable for him.
Once there, Lee was then given an opportunity to practice the Veil. Although, without any in sight, the practice ended up being with a tea-towel. This would have been alright, if this wasn’t done with a paper clip and pin, and wasn’t practiced on Lee’s very expensive Leeds United shirt. This made me and my Dad, very nervous, seeing Lee, quite literally, gritting his teeth as a Pin was placed right into it. I knew, by this point, this needed to be stopped, so, made sure that no further inserts were done. What followed was the usual, when there, the seemingly never-ending moment waiting for the final, can we go, now? In reality, I was, as was becoming more evident, constantly just checking up on my Parents, and, now Lee was added to the proceedings. Once it was time to go, I was hungry, so, time to head to the Mall and get ourselves something to eat, before a final bit of beverage.
Lee experiences Jollibee in the Philippines
Quick FYI before we get to it; Whilst the UK has Jollibee now, it's very clearly nowhere near as good. It's also the most expensive Jollibee in the world, and, everything tastes AWFUL. So, for the record, don't go to Jollibee in the UK.
When speaking about my many trips to the Philippines, the topic always comes up with, well, what did you eat? I always answer with, Jollibee. Well, it was time for Lee to finally experience it. We headed back to the Mall, following the trip to Hannahs, then headed to Jollibee. My order was pretty simple, as it’s, generally, always the same, but, Lee spent quite some time exploring what he actually wanted. Eventually, he went for some Deluxe Extreme Burger …thingy and some other stuff. Wasn’t the best experience, think Jollibee has gone very downhill in terms of competent staff. Firstly, when the Food was ready, the drinks were wrong, then they, oddly, gave us one less of the Fries we ordered, which came later, separately…weird.
Despite this minor hiccup, we were all fed with pretty large portions, especially with Lee in toe, for barely £14, which, is certainly impossible in the UK. Especially in the UK Jollibee, just one Hot Dog is over £3 there, with the added disappointment of tasting like it’s about 15 years out-of-date. One thing that immediately took Lee’s attention, however, was a very strange snack they had advertised at the Counters;
In the end, this was something Lee claimed he would sample, like the dodgy looking Sausage Rolls in the Bakery next to the Supermarket. However, unlike the Sausage Rolls, which he did try and said weren’t bad, Lee never did try this disgusting sounding option. Probably because a Tuna Pie, in pastry, sounds and, likely, tastes about as disgusting as it gets. From the picture, for a mere ₱50, you can get a pasty wrap containing all the best nutritions for your local wild Cat 😅. It certainly led to an amusing conversation, that’s for sure.
Once we’d finished at Jollibee, we headed back to the Hotel, had a few Beers in the Lobby, then it was all about discussing what we’d be doing the next day. Next day, being, the last day before the big Wedding!
A meal with Hannah’s former boss?
I’m not going to lie. If there’s one thing I really wish we didn’t have occupying one of the, very few, number of days Lee had in the Philippines, as it certainly ended up feeling very unfair, it was this. Very early in to the trip in to the Philippines, Hannah had requested me to get a gazillion Chocolate Oranges to give people as little special gifts for the Wedding, mainly for the Sponsors. One of those were Hannah’s former boss, and colleagues, where she used to work. I know, a bit weird, but, things just are in the Philippines. Personally, I never want to see any former work Bosses ever again, guess, I’m too normal, in that regard. Upon delivery, they said they wanted to treat us to a Meal out, which, being nice, we all just said, sure, why not. Well, we put it aside as much as possible, until, it became apparent, there really was no other day left to do it, so, this ended up being that day.
The day began fairly standard, breakfast for the day, but, more chill than you’d likely expect it to be as, well, whilst we had an engagement to get to, it was hardly emergency. Had a walk about outside through the outer regions of the Hotel towards the Supermarket, a perfect opportunity for me and Lee to catch a regional variant in Pokémon GO, taking full advantage of us being in the Philippines, at the same time. Then, after something to eat, it was time to go… though, not before quickly realising that for us to get there in a Taxi, we’d need a big one, as, well, now we’ve also got Lee, there’s now 5 of us. Black cab obtained, as the Black ones were the big ones over there for… reasons, we were off. We ended up not far from IT Park, which, ironically, was a part of Cebu I was mentioning to my Family before, about, as it contains an Amazon Customer Service centre, despite the fact Amazon doesn’t operate in the Philippines.
The location of the Meal was another Hotel in the middle of nowhere, where we were waiting for them to turn up, fashionable late, as the saying goes. Hannah made a big deal about how amazing it was, I didn’t see it myself, looked like a standard 4 to 5 star. Whilst we were there, Lee would get lost looking for the Toilets, me and Hannah would just be our random selves, and, me and my Dad would struggle with the Food. Though, me more than him.
Once they did finally arrive, which, felt like about an hour, it was time to get sat down and eat. As I didn’t really want anything, expecting everything would be not for me, and, as I actually wanted to go somewhere so that Lee had chance to experience something in the Philippines, I was certainly not as enthusiastic about being there as, perhaps, would have been ideal.
Before we had something to eat, Hannah had received some Cocktail requests for the Wedding, what could be used. This was a perfect time for Lee to show off one of his expertise, Alcohol 😅. Lee quickly went through the list, highlighting the good and bad, and, within 5 minutes, we had a selection of the Cocktails for the Wedding day. Once everyone was eating, minus me as everything was meh, the conversations began to flow. Obviously, the topic at hand was the big Wedding day to follow, what was going to happen, what’s the Dress like (I’d not seen it), this, that, and everything in between. Lee seemed very interested in the daughter of Hannah’s former boss, though, to his defence, she was right in front of him 😉
In the end, it turns out that, in the Philippines, at least, Potato Wedges, are in fact what us Brits simply call Chips. If you get Potato Wedges in the UK, they’re actually thick and chunky, whereas over there… they’re just normal Chips shape. So, when my Dad got some with his Meal, as they didn’t have Fries, I ended up getting some for myself so their was, at least, something, I could eat. Although, my Dad wasn’t happy with his Meal, after specifying no Rice, then given a Chicken buried in Rice.
Once we’d all finished our Meal and drinks, I was, mid-way, discussing with Hannah, that we could go to SM Seaside, with Lee. Not only as it’s somewhere big for Lee to see, and do, but, well, we need a White T-Shirt for the Wedding anyway, so, made sense. Mentioning this, led to an unexpected lift from the colleague of Hannah’s former boss, which, certainly helped things. I’m imagining getting a 5-seater would be harder from the middle of nowhere.
SM Seaside
Once we arrived at SM Seaside, the usual things were pointed out. Lee agreed with our previous comments that the building looked more like a Football Stadium, and was rather positive about its construction. It was rather awkward, the arrival, I mean, as, for some reason, we were dropped off nowhere near the actual Entrance. This meant we’d have to go for quite a walk down past the side of the Mall, until entering the (not really, traditional) Bus-side Entrance. Heading inside, I noticed one of the worst Pastry bakers in the Philippines, The French Baker, telling Lee to avoid at all costs! Though, I don’t think he had any interest, regardless 😅.
Once inside, it was generally time to get to business. We all had things to get before the big day, which, as I say, was the day after. Me and Lee, both, needed a plain White T-shirt. My initial thoughts, essentially, was to either go inside the SM Store, or, to Penshoppe. Although, to be honest, Penshoppe has kind of gone from being this Primark of the Philippines, to, now becoming a bit over-priced. I blame the creepy gay Koreans all over the branding, for that. We ended up going into the main SM Store, a couple of time. We, consequently, lost Hannah and my Parents whilst they took a Toilet break; thankfully, though, we had communication. So, after quite a long rush about figuring out where they were, we found them.
For obvious reasons, me and Lee are very differing sizes, when it comes to Shirts. I was pretty confident that the Medium size would be big enough; although, my Dad was thinking I should have got the Large size as it’s the Philippines, everyone’s tiny, in every way, but, I could tell just by the feel of it that it would be fine and, it was. Lee got his own, after a very amused tiny Staff member watched on, then it was time to go.
Hannah ended up spending some time with my Mum looking at some fake Nails, for some reason, then she had this idea to get some strange Socks. In the end, she could have saved, quite a lot, getting them in Colon, or, perhaps, anywhere else.
Avoiding another terrible Coffee as we look for drinks
The first time we’d gone to SM Seaside, as you may have remembered, my Parents were, by far, not impressed with the worst Coffee experience they’d ever had, so, didn’t really want a repeat of this. We ended up going up to the Food Court area, close to where the Ice Rink is. You’d expect that it would be simple to find a Coffee shop, but, this is the Philippines so, of course we couldn’t. In the end, we all just settled with some Pop, sharing a combination of Royals (essentially Fanta with Sugar), and Coke.
Following, yet another, Toilet break, it was time to look for something to do. I’d, kind of, already, had the idea to go to the outdoor top area again, though, this time we’d take the more interesting side. However, on the way out it was impossible to not notice a Store selling only the most vibrant of clothing, akin to the style of dress of the one-and-only Lee. In the end, he just laughed it off, but, made for an amusing walk past.
It is ironically, actually, as one of the things that we spent quite some time looking for, whilst in the Mall, was for a Philippines Football (Soccer) Shirt. Didn’t really matter if it was the World Cup Shirt, or the Cebu Football Shirt, but, Lee thought it would be fun to wear one, whilst he was there. In the end, it turns out you can’t buy them anywhere, but online. Something which kinda demonstrates how unimportant the game is in the Philippines. Makes sense as the Men have never qualified, and the Women’s team got lucky with their qualification in the last World Cup. Although, looking at the picture now, it, almost, looks like a Cebu Football shirt is in that window, could be mistaken. It would be ironic if we literally walked right past one, right there.
Lee tries the Ice Rink Bumper Cars
Me and Hannah have visited SM Sea Side a few times now, but, only on a couple of those occasions have we gone to the Ice Rink… with, mixed results. To start with, we tried the actual Ice Rink, alongside Hannah’s former school friend, Chona, which was absolutely rubbish! Another time, later, however, we both tried the Bumper Cars. It’s fair to say that I, much more, enjoyed the Bumper Cars, the main Ice Rink seems be a complete waste of money, if you ask me. But, that was just me and Hannah, this time, it was Lee’s turn.
I’m still disappointed that it only really gives you about 5 minutes, but, once again, like the last time, we got the Staff to film, record and take pictures, whilst we rode about. Last time, it was just me and Hannah trying to bump each other, this time the target was a joint 2:1 on Lee. My Parents, however, were not interested in taking part, so, they just watched from the sidelines. It’s fair to say that the Bumper Cars are not exactly accurate, in terms of controls, or easy to manoeuvre, but, that kind of just adds to the experience really.
In the end, I think Lee really enjoyed the experience of the day so far, going across really well, which was honestly awesome. Obviously, this was never going to be the big Tourist-style day, that Lee would have probably preferred, but, what we did get out of it was just a fun day out. But, I knew there was one place that Lee simply had to visit, which would be first port of call on the way to the top floor outdoor area.
SM Seaside Anime Store
To this day, I don’t know the name of the Store, but, when I went with Hannah to SM Sea Side, previously, I remember walking past a small little Shop at the side with a big Pikachu at the Entrance. The store reminded me of those little Anime stores you find, reminiscent of Dreams (if anyone remembers that) which used to be in Cleckheaton. One of the things I remember saying, immediately, to Hannah was, I have to take Lee here.
The shop featured a ton of Pokémon Cards, plushies, figurines, movies, TV Shows, as well as other anime stuff. It also has one of the biggest collection of Funko POP! I’ve ever seen, especially in the Philippines. Considering Lee is a pretty big collector of these, he was, for sure, very interested in the Store. By the time we had actually got to even getting to the Store, my Parents had already gone to the outdoor area; I’d advised them to take the Right exit, as that has more to see and do. So, it was just me, Hannah and Lee, checking out this Store. I think Lee would of probably bought some things to take home, but, he had no real way of transporting it all back. Not to mention, he is also very cautious wherever he buys stuff, like this, in case he could of got it cheaper elsewhere. Plus, Lee didn’t actually bring any main Luggage. Weird strategy which, in the end, wouldn’t pay off and he’d end up having to go back on. But, not until after the Wedding.
Back to the outdoor area
Don’t really have a great photo to advertise it, as the end bit looks like a construction site, due to building a new large Hotel outside, but, the Right side exit area is definitely the better of the two. This was also where more people were as well. It was absolutely boiling up here, this time. Last time we went, if you recall, it was actually rather refreshing, this time, though, it was actually quite hot.
Everyone had a good look around, there was quite a lot to see and do. Hannah, ironically, was the one hiding in the shade whilst we all looked around. Yep, the only Philippine national, was the one avoiding the Philippines Sun, ahhh, I’ve taught you well, Hannah 😁
We couldn’t spend too long, though, at SM Seaside, as, of course, me and Hannah needed to make preparations for the fact that ….well, let’s not forget, we’re getting Married the next day! So, it was time to head out. On the way out there was another opportunity for my Dad to show off the Jollibee Jollibots in action, a rather insane Robot which served your Food to you within Jollibee, really rather hilarious. Always used to make me laugh as you could see people wishing it didn’t come to them, then, you’d the awkward moment of…. OK, thanks.
After my Dad recorded a video of it, it was time to get a Taxi and head back to the Hotel. Lee making the same point as us all, at just how illogical the whole Taxi arrangements were. Then, we headed back.
Hotel confusion…
The evening leading up to the night, would involve; Lee and my Parents staying at the usual Hotel, then, me and Hannah heading to the Reception Hotel to stay the night, then, prepare for the Wedding day itself. Considering the fact that, even in the morning, we’d, next to, no idea, what was going on, really set the bar for how frustrating and annoying the actual Wedding day was set to be. Something which would be, exclusively, thanks to the Coordinator and staff.
To make matters more annoying for Lee, he was told to come to the Reception Hotel, with me and Hannah, to try on the his now adjusted Suit. So, whilst my Parents were in the Hotel Lobby for an evening chill, Lee was left, frustratingly, waiting for what, honestly, was just a JOKE, waiting for the Coordinator and staff. Punctuality and timeliness just doesn’t exist in the Philippines. You could argue it’s one of the biggest reasons I regret getting Married in the Country. Regardless, after the sun was fully gone, the night was dark, wouldn’t even surprise me if it was morning at that point, they FINALLY arrived. Lee went up, tried on the Suit, all seemed OK, then, Lee took a Taxi back to the normal Hotel.
Traditional Wedding rules for you, but, not for others 🙄
You don’t need to know much about a traditional Wedding to know that on the day of the Wedding, the Wife and Groom shouldn’t see each other. The first time you see each other on the day should be on the Aisle. To make this work, there was two Rooms booked in the Hotel for us to individually to stay at. Makes sense, so far. Well… until it doesn’t. For some strange, indefensible reason, one of Hannah’s Family decided that, due to them having to travel (as everyone else did, so, was not really a valid reason), they should be given that second room instead 🤷♂️. This was just one of the MANY things that frustrated me, the hypocrisy of it all. One rule for you, another rule for them. The same people who would spout such bullshit as, we can’t see the Best Man until the Wedding day, all of a sudden, perfectly happy to go against ALL Wedding traditions. So, all of this would now mean, me and Hannah would be seeing each other on our Wedding day, before it even began. Just lunacy!
To make this even more frustrating, in the end, they never came!!! Instead they, not only, decided to stay somewhere else, but then, had the cheek to force Hannah to pay for it. Everyone else could pay their way, so what’s their excuse; just pathetic. Unfortunately, Hannah just added to this frustration by, instead of using this as an opportunity to reverse on the fact that me and her should be separated, instead, Hannah invited her Family, and friends, over to say in the second room, instead 🤷♂️. This would result in the Room left absolutely disgusting on the day of the Wedding. What made this even more annoying, this Room would be where all the men had to stay, get dressed and ready. Then, the same women who ruined the Room for the men, would get to stay in the one me and Hannah actually respected. Just really fucking annoying! I don’t swear much, but, in this, I will be.
At least we got a suite, right?
In a meagre attempt to make us feel, somewhat, grateful, for all the changes and bullshit along the way, it turned out that me and Hannah would be sleeping in one of the Hotel Suites. Obviously, as this wasn’t exactly the best Hotel, even the Suite wasn’t really the best. Some parts of it were nice, of course, it had a lot of extras; a Cooker, full sized Fridge Freezer, a Seating area looking on at the broken TV…, OK, let’s ignored that… then, a separated Bedroom with an on-suite Bathroom. The room, unfortunately, had really cheap Aircon, the type that just gets in your throat. I’m not asthmatic, but, you’d be mistaken to thinking I was with the way it made you feel.
One of my biggest regrets, actually, when it comes to this whole stupid Hotel room debacle, was that we should have just used that second room for Lee. I felt so bad for him having to wait forever for the Coordinator, just wanting a good night sleep for the very early start. Was so annoying and just a joke, really. Plus, Hannah’s Family had no right to be in that room, and, definitely, no right to treat it like absolute crap. How did they treat it like crap? Well, put it this way, they’re all basically ignorant, spoilt, and selfish, children! If you can believe this, they went in the Shower cubical with the Door left open, flooding the Toilet and Sink area, leaving the bed like crap, then, rubbish everywhere! This is expected from most people over there, but, considering the fact that they shouldn’t even be there, knowing this would have further use in the morning, no other word for it, selfish!
Of course, by this time, we weren’t aware of the discontent they were showing to the Room until the next day. Me and Hannah ended up sleeping together over the night of our Wedding, which was wrong, to then, wake up, showering, even, getting ready, on the day of our Wedding, which, again, was just wrong. Just felt like a lot of people were not taking this seriously. This is our Wedding, we hired a Coordinator to make this easy, “no hassle” it was described as. I don’t think I’ve ever known anyone plan ANYTHING this badly before!
After helping Hannah figure out how to turn the Shower on, after an evening where the Aircon broke, so needed fixing, we did one last practice of our Wedding dance, which, certainly didn’t cause any conflict or arguments beforehand 😉. Then, before we knew it, it was time. Time as well to, eventually, separate and begin, without any doubt, the most stressful, but, also, most important, days of my entire life. Annoyingly, the day would be filled with stress, but not just any stress, the most annoying kind, preventable. This was stressful, by design!
WEDNESDAY MARCH 20TH 2024 = MY WEDDING DAY
Not a good start…
All that build up, all that planning, all that red tape, all that stress, all that prepation; all comes down to this. Yep, before you know it, it’s here. If I was to describe the start of the my Wedding day in one word, it would be simply; chaotic. No one had any idea what was actually going on, no one stuck to any plan, no one got any support from any of the Staff provided; it was just a mess. There was a, theoretical, plan. Was it stuck to? Well… Both me and Hannah got given separate “plans” for the day. If these actually became true, it might have given us a bit of semblance that, OK, there’s, at least, some, kind of structure to what we actually need to do. In reality, though, it wasn’t worth what it was printed on. Everything was delayed, in some cases, by HOURS! To make things worse, no one told anyone anything.
Hannah then decided to continue to give the spoilt, selfish ones… you remember, the ones who’d ruined the room, even more that they didn’t deserve, which, we should have had ourselves. We found out later that me, Hannah and Lee were supposed to get a free Breakfast. Looking back, it’s not that hard to work out. But… nope. Hannah, for some stupid reason, gave it to the Bridesmaids??? I don’t know why either. So, in the end; me, Hannah, and Lee, ended up buying our own Breakfast, in the 7-eleven next door, on my own Wedding day! Yep, on my Wedding day I’d to buy my own Breakfast, thanks to Hannah giving it away. Would I have eaten anything, probably not, but Hannah and Lee would have done, plus, that’s not the point, it was meant for us, it’s been paid for, for us.
From the poor organisation, the garbage management, just makes you look at the price this Wedding costs and just think, what a rip off.
Women get all the support, the men, get nothing.
If I’d to sum up the entire morning of my Wedding it was this. Hannah, of course, after the disaster that was the useless and poorly structured Breakfast, had separated to be with the women, which makes sense. Whilst me, Lee, my Dad and the Groomsmen would separate too. As I, sort of, hinted before, the women got to stay in the Hotel Suite, the men got the, quite awful, basic Room. You remember, the one which had been destroyed by the same selfish women who got the Suite room. Sounds fair, doesn’t it 🙄
The issue that was really annoying, though, was just how many things went wrong. ALL my clothes were the wrong size; my Dads clothes were all the wrong size; Lee didn’t even get a Tie, though, was eventually, rudely, thrown one after he brought it up. And who was there to help us in this hour of need? … no one! All we got was some cocky annoying asshole, who just shrugged any concerns we had as nothing. I was so fucking stressed. No lie here, it was AWFUL how they treated us. All on MY Wedding day! I was fighting back tears, I’m serious! Thanks to them, this was, so far, the worst day of my entire life! Completely preventable, ALL thanks to the awful Coordinator and their staff! So, you can imagine, when I was asked, at the end of the day, what I thought of the Wedding, I was never going to say ANY positives.
One thing I really think I need to emphasise in this blog, for all to read, is just how thankful I was for my Best Man, Lee. I can honestly tell you, my Dad too, that I would have never got through that day it wasn’t for them. I got so close to calling the whole thing off. NOTHING was ready, NOTHING was prepared, NOTHING was planned, and NO ONE was there to help. I got Pants which would of been too big for me and Lee, combined, even Lee’s clothes were, all of a sudden, different sized, to the previously measured OK sizes. My Dad had embarrassingly short sleeves on his Jacket, just a joke! Then, to make matters worse, we were all told to do about a million Photos, act happy, keep smiling, all whilst, in reality, feeling suicidal!
I did try to let Hannah know this, I do remember messaging her as I was being ignored by the Coordinator, though, obviously, she was very occupied. I don’t think she believed it was as bad as I was projecting, but it was. Then, in the end, she didn’t have access to her phone, so, just had to keep on with it. I remember the moment where Lee just looked at me, then my Dad, and just said, “you look like you could do with a drink”. Honestly, I really did, something strong that would take away all the stress. In the end, I didn’t, though, Lee did go down to get some things, so I did get something to drink. Let’s not forget, we were, essentially, stuck, in a tiny room with about 10+ people, just lazing about waiting.
I will never forgive ALL that were responsible for the planning, staffing, entire proceedings, of my Wedding. I don’t use the word ‘hate’ often, but, I seriously, left the day, as did everyone else, hating them. One thing that was very obviously as well, something I hate to really say, or, potentially accuse, but was so obvious; ALL the Filipinos were fine, got everything fitted, and got any support when they needed it. I’d even say, the day, for them, was fine. Such a HUGE and stark contrast to the experience for the Brits. Whether it was my Dad, or Lee, to me, the actual Groom, got fuck all! We all felt so isolated, so forgotten, so discarded. To the point where it was SO OBVIOUSLY deliberate as well. Put it this way, if I was black, you would be accurate to state the way we were treated could be a genuine case of racism. Why, well, we were treated completely differently and with such discontent, because we were the Brits.
To try and win me round, in a very weak poor way, I’d get, during the day, a random Jolly HotDog. The first, during all this stress, was cold, likely ordered about 30 minutes ago, so I was, obviously, never going to consume that. So, that was certainly not gonna win me over.
I really hate this about the Wedding. I want to be here writing my big exciting Wedding blog talking about my big Wedding day, being positive, being happy, being overjoyed. Yet, I just have to be honest with you, so far, it was just crap! The way the entire day was done, more importantly, for me, was the way I was personally treated, was just disgusting. You’d be forgiven to forget, as I was being so personally treated with discontent, I was the one paying for all this. So, to be the one that was being treated the worst, like absolute dirt, is just unforgivable. Any other Country, you could have demanded a full refund for how they treated us… but, this is the Philippines, lawless, full of narcissistic assholes, so, you can’t.
In the end, of course, the show must go on. In me and my Dads case, with unfitting pants included. Believe it or not, their was a situation where me and my Dad were asked to take a picture, whilst, literally, holding our hands in our pockets just to stop our pants falling down. I kid you not, it was that bad! I ended up having to borrow my Dad’s belt he’d actually brought as his own pants didn’t fit. The coordinator’s Husband, for some reason, ended up taking money off me to buy another Belt. However, we never saw this Belt, and, I never got the money back for it, but, that way with money is a recurring theme with them. To my relief, though, during some of my Solo pictures, more Pants suddenly arrived that actually fitted, somewhat. This meant I could, at least, go about the day not looking like I’d just undergone liposuction without getting replacement clothing.
I will never forget this moment of my Wedding with my Parents. The moment where the Photographer says, “smile”, then says, “pull a funny face!!!”. We were all just so stressed, so annoyed, we all just turned around, looked, then, simultaneously, firmly and loudly, went “NO!”
At this point, I am literally doing my best to keep my unfitting pants up, my Dad, in the same position + his terrible Sleeves. We were NOT in the mood for some dumb, over-enthusiastic, joke-a-thon, the photographers had in mind. All of this was down to one woman, who was managing the clothing. All I can say; fire her! But hey, maybe she’s flawless when it’s only Philippine nationals 🙄. She ruined the entire start of my Wedding, and, still, you can see the result of her terrible workmanship, even in the final product. You can see me holding my visually baggy Pants together, my Dads sleeves look rediculous. Ughhhh
Does it make for a laugh, looking back? Sure, yes it does. But, on the biggest day of your life, did it ruin it and taint it in ways that you can’t ever get back? Unfortunately, yes. I’ll never get this time back again, and, I’ll never forgive them for this! Ever!
More photoshoots, where we all just lost the will to live.
As I briefly hinted, by this point, I’d already done some Solo Wedding Photos, alongside those odd few shots with me and my Parents. In the midst of all of this, Hannah, I’m sure, was doing a ton of things herself with her Fam. The Photos, though… geez, just seemed to never end. The solo shoot, honestly, they took more pictures of me in that one Session than I’ve ever had taken in my entire life, combined! Then, it was time for a quick snack. Everyone just seemed to have chunks of Chicken (weirdly), which Lee was heavily invested in, before, all the Groomsmen began our Photoshoot (as shown in the Photos above).
I think it’s fair to say, by the time the list of things to do reached the Photoshoots, we were all ready to kill ourselves. Not only because there was just a billion and a half of Photos to take, but, we’d already had a pretty bad day, so far. On top of that, I’d had a dreadful day on my own Wedding day, so, spirits weren’t exactly high. Despite that, look, these will be pictures I look back on in decades and decades, for the rest of my life, so, scratch off the shit, let’s try and get them done.
To be honest, as much as me and Lee thought the Photos felt like we were part of some flawed, late 90s / early 2000s, boyband. Seriously, just look at them. It was rather hilarious to see Lee being forced to take part. Some parts of the group shoot was just laughable. Their was a moment where all the Groomsmen had to run up to me, then tickle me… I know. Another moment where we all had to run and do a jump, which, would have been good if my other leg decided to jump too. This means I look like a bit of a tool in the video this was captured on. Before going to the Wedding, Lee said to me that he was interested to see how the Philippine traditions differ from the UK-style of Wedding. I don’t think he was expecting to see that in the Photoshoot.
I mentioned this earlier, but, for real, the one thing that kept me going during this day was Lee. I’ll always be forever grateful that; not only, he agreed to actually come to the Philippines to be part of my Wedding, but, that he was there when I was really struggling, helping me through the day. I don’t think anyone else could’ve kept me smiling and laughing through all of this, so, seriously, thanks a lot mate. It’s mad really; most people suffer on Wedding days due to doubts that it’s the right thing to do, worrying about the Bride / Groom; however, the suffering we were putting up with was just the sheer lack of preparation and disregard for us all.
Photoshoots done, it’s time to go ⛪️
When the Pictures were finally over, I had to get clarity, just to be sure, it was time to go down to the Reception area and get ready for the next big stop; the Church. I had noticed, during the Groomsman Photos that one of Hannah’s family wasn’t feeling too well, so, offered, if he wanted me to, to get something to help, but, he said he was OK. Intriguingly, their wasn’t just the men waiting down, but, the women too, with the obvious absence of Hannah, of course. This was probably the first part of the Wedding Day that actually was going as you would have expected it to. This also coincided with the, expected, feelings. The heart was starting to pump, the feelings were starting to truly hit now; this is my Wedding day and, not long now, we’re going to do it!
Outside of the expected; I hope she actually turns up, I hope she still says “I do”; I didn’t find myself having any real doubts about the Wedding. Which is, obviously, reassuring 😅 But, no, seriously, there was never a doubt in my mind that what I was doing was the right thing. When I post it forever in my blogs, as, will be coming here in a moment, how much I love Hannah, I truly mean it and feel it completely. With that, there was never going to be any doubt that I wanted to marry this truly incredible woman. Would I swap to getting married in the UK instead, would I, in hindsight, never have chosen who we chose to prepare and plan this Wedding, ohh hell yeah, in a heartbeat. But, in reality, just got to make the most with what we have. Besides, the morning bullshit was over, it was now time to begin the moment of the day they’d no real input of, the Church service, where me and the beautiful Hannah, would be getting Married!
As this is the Philippines, transport is never a smooth experience. As we all, eventually, began to get on to this Van, a tight squeeze for many, Lee complaining he’d basically zero leg-room, which, he honestly didn’t, Added to that, there was a few delays just to make Lee that bit more happy, to contend with first. I’m happy to report, however, this didn’t result in any more drama, the topic of the earlier drama certainly didn’t leave our minds, but, thankfully, it wasn’t long until the vehicle started to move the rather short Journey to the Church. Of course, to make Lee’s legs feel even worse, there was some traffic, as well.
Once we finally arrived at the Church, there was that returning sense which had made its appearance throughout most of the day, so far; what do we do now? Most people just took the opportunity to take some pictures, but, in reality, it was the beginning of meeting the Guests, which would be taking place inside. Me, my Parents, and Lee, all stayed outside for a brief moment whilst they both had a Vape, until then, we headed inside.
Arriving at the Church
If I’m honest, if you were going to ask me what would be the one thing I was dreading the most about my Wedding day, I’d of said, the Catholic service at the Church. But, to my surprise, if I had to now tell you what was my favourite part of the entire Wedding day, it was actually (nearly) everything that took place at the Church. Seriously, I was blown away by so many things, it was so different from Weddings I’ve seen, previously, in, honestly, the best way. So, all in all, I was very happy with it. So, let’s do it shall we;
Walk in a single man, for the last time. Greeting the guests.
I remember the rather surreal moment of walking in to the Church, this time, with my Parents and Lee, for the actual big moment. Of course, I’d been to this Church to visit multiple times, but, that difference was so real knowing that all of this comes down to this one big moment. When I leave this Church, I’ll be a Married man. Well, I will be if she says yes … 🤞
One thing which was rather annoying about the Church was the paid for Aircon. 75% of the cost of the Church was for the added-on Air Conditioning, and yet, you’d be hard pressed to tell it was ever on. I’m too kind, you know, I should have claimed a refund. Let me tell you, whatever service happened after my Wedding, they got the best free Aircon experience they could have ever had. The Church didn’t cool down until it was time to leave. But hey, if one thing was to go wrong in the Church, out of all the myriad of possibilities, I’m OK with it being this.
As we’re British, we’re very reserved, very shy, plus I’d, honestly, no idea who most of the guests even were, so, in the end, we ended up just waiting quite close to the entrance. There was a rather, I don’t know whether you’d call it, hilarious, more concerning, moment, between one of the Staff, and me, where I asked “do you know where the Rings are” … to which I got a very NOT reassuring “let me check”. For context; the Rings were taken by them, rather early on, for some Photo-op. In the end, they had them, panic over, all was good. This kinda brings up a rather interesting point really, which, coincidently was actually one of the bigger disappointments about the Wedding, really, the Ring “bearers”. In the UK, and, every other Country I can think of, the Best Man takes full responsibility of the Rings, literally, full. They keep them, hand them over, responsible for them all. However, this is not so in the Philippines. In fact, when it comes to the Rings, the Best Man has zero responsibility, which, I’ll admit, was a bit disappointing, but hey. After all this, though, it was deep breathes, smiles, greeting the guests as they all began to arrive. Got some pretty decent welcomes, which was really nice. I was pleasantly surprised to see the Father of the Maid of Honour, who actually lives and works in Ireland, at the Wedding, as I’d not seen that he was even in the Country, so was glad he could make it.
The last thing I remember, before the proceedings began, was when the Nun of Hannah’s family came in. After a rather awkward exchange, due to many a reasons not important to get into, the mood was certainly lifted, at least, to us, by the incorrect pronouncing of Lee’s surname, to Toks. Which, I declare, he will now forever be known as… maybe. I think she was hoping that there’d be an opportunity to see her, at some point, where she resides at CarCar, but, in reality, the, very few left, remaining days, were already fully booked. Plus, I’d made it very clear to Hannah, we would not be wasting any remaining days with things like that. Lee was here now, so, I wanted him to experience what we could. Every other greeting, before and after, though, was just smiles, the odd hello, thanks for coming. Then, just when you think you’re ready to chill, people start moving into a alignment, things are about to begin…
Trying to figuring out our routine
Which leads to the obvious first thought… what do I do, again?! Literally. It was actually rather hilarious just how the group of us, quite literally, simultaneously, thought the same thing. This was the first Church Wedding my Parents had been a part of, since their own, in a Country which did things completely different to the status quo, so, we were all just clueless. They were obviously at my eldest Sister’s Wedding, but, that was UK in a Register Office, so, was pretty obvious.
I don’t want to ruin the moment anymore than it has to be, but, let’s just say that the Coordinators’ staff, yes, they were in the Church, and, yes, were the usual rude and unhelpful annoyances, as always. I think the only reason they actually assisted us, was actually because there was people from the Philippines who could see them.
The first to go down the aisle would actually be Lee, though, less so in an official manor, more that he was actually needed at the top at all times. So, in the end, Lee was basically getting the best view of the whole thing, really. So, with Lee on close inspection, better not get it wrong, right 😅. As for who would be going down the aisle, for real, first, the first to be told what to do was actually my Parents. They would be walking down, then, they would then stop at, what was never even confirmed where (until asked again, rudely instructed “the second plant-pot”), then, they’d to wait there until it was time that I would, then, walk down, on my own, and meet them. But, not just meet them, I would have to meet them in a very Philippines way. What does that mean?
In the Philippines, when it comes to greeting people of an older age than yourself, to show a sign of respect, you “bless them”. Now, this isn’t, necessarily, like blessings to a holy Father, type, blessing, this is mostly just a sign of respect. To bless someone, you place your forehead to the top of their hand. So, I was told to walk down the aisle, meet my Parents and bless them. But, that wasn’t all. I was ALSO told, originally, to bless, hug, kiss the cheeks of, then, smile, at my Dad! I know? I thought I was marrying Hannah … ohh, my Mum too 😂. I’m joking, of course, but, seriously they did want me to bless, hug, kiss, smile. Me and my Dad were never going to do that, and, I don’t think there’s ever been a kiss between me and my Mum since I was in Primary school, so, we, sort of, did a bit of a visual compromise during the hug. But yeah, there I was, walking down the aisle!
One thing that was so unique about how the whole walking down the aisle took place, I’m not sure if this is the case in all Philippines Weddings, is that, literally, everyone walks down, in a specified order. You will see shortly in the photos as I’m walking down, the queues at the bottom, it’s really unusual, but, it’s also actually really awesome as it gives everyone that bit of extra limelight. Yeah, I liked it.
Walking down the aisle
I can say, pretty confidently, that they’ll never be a moment quite like walking down that aisle. Not only was there this whole new tradition with my Parents down the middle, but, the feeling is so strange and unique. You feel like you’re the only person on the planet, yet, at the same time, you can feel everyone looking at you, it’s really strange. Whilst, as I mentioned before, a compromise was made at the gestures with my Parents, I will say, meeting them in the middle, and completing the journey down with them, you can see it visually, it just gave such a relief to the moment and made me feel much more confident having both my Parents by my side. Of course, whilst we were walking down, we’d still no idea what to do when we got to the end, but, we just kept going. We were told to walk quite slowly, which, I think we picked just the right speed. Rather amusingly, my Mum didn’t really want to walk too fast as her Wedding shoes broke when she got out of the Van, so, she’d only one clonk when she walked, so, the slower speed made that easier to disguise. I recall just looking directly ahead, or, to my Parents, nowhere else, until we got to the end of the aisle approaching the Alter. I could see Lee towards the right side, and a woman guide waiting for us to let us know what to do. We all were to bow at the end, then, took position next to Lee.
I will say, the whole atmosphere that was enveloped was actually quite incredible. The Church had a live band, up top, playing the traditional Catholic Wedding music as everyone walked down, which, with the echo, you expect from a Church, just gave it that additional ambience which you just wouldn’t get if it was simply a recording through Speakers. Even just being stood up top looking down, Parents and Best Man by my side, watching all the guests walk the same aisle, then go in to their positions, was so unique. But, at the same time, so amazing to see. My Parents really enjoyed watching the younger Bridemaids, the Flower Girl etc, even if the dresses really didn’t fit, they really were much too big.
One thing that was certainly unusual, again, versus what we expect traditionally, was that, as the Groom, I was actually facing down the Church, whilst everyone arrived, including, what’s coming up. Traditionally, in the UK, and, again, other Countries, too, the Groom normally is facing to the top of the Church and doesn’t see the Bride until she’s at the Alter, but, again, slightly different here. I think I would have had guaranteed teary eyes, if the first time I saw Hannah was literally right next to me. It was still so emotional, as I’ll get to in a moment, but, I think that slower, more gradual, way of doing it here, saved it from being, quite, as obvious.
Here comes, without a doubt, the most beautiful Bride in the world ❤️
I started the Wedding criticising, pretty much, everything, that was planned, but, if there’s one thing that was actually PERFECT, it was how Hannah was revealed. Some green shrubbery was placed behind the closed sliding doors, which Hannah would be stood in the middle of as they would slowly open. The effect, was just incredible, the result, just unbelievable, the sight, perfection! As the doors slid open, revealing my incredible beautiful fiancée, in what was just an outstanding Wedding dress, I was just … I just left this world, I couldn’t believe my eyes. I had to stop myself from tearing, immediately, cos I knew it was coming. I remember hearing my Mum whispering “wow” to herself, too. Wow, indeed, Hannah just looked a picture, she looked too good to be true, is this really the woman who is going to choose ME? I can’t believe it. I’m the most luckiest man there’s ever been!
Hannah’s equivalent halfway meet up point, to a traditional hand over.
As was the case with me, once Hannah had made it halfway down, she was greeted by her Mother, and the family Nun. For reasons that aren’t important to mention, Hannah doesn’t have a Father to walk her down the aisle, so, I thought it was actually a really perfect gesture to let her Mum walk her down, instead. Whilst I, somewhat, understood, having the Nun do it too, I did, slightly, wish it was just her Mum. Hannah’s Mum, I always feel, sometimes, gets pushed to the back, more than I’d like.
Another Philippines change, which, again, I actually really like, which, I didn’t see coming, was what came next. The obvious expectation next, would have been, for them all to simply complete the journey. But, no, whilst they did walk up further together, I would actually be meeting them down to a point, too. I, then blessed Hannah’s Mum, and the Nun, and was given a tradition hand over. Whilst I can’t remember exactly what was said to me, essentially, I was been given Hannah to look after, care for, and love, something I was, and remain, so proud to accept and agree on!
Once this was all done, we’d all end up going up top. Then, Hannah would bless and hug my Parents, then, the Best Man, which was quite funny as I think this was the first time Lee and Hannah had had any major interaction, then, it was time to go to their Seats. Lee, actually got his own special area in the corner, though, would be out for quite a few moments (in one case, longer than he should have, but, more on that later). My Parents also got their own Seats actually surrounding the Alter, where, directly opposite, would have been both of Hannah’s Parents, but, this time, was Hannah Mum and the Nun.
Then, right in front of where the Priest would stand for the main Vows, in the centre of the Church, would be where me and Hannah would reside for the Wedding. The Priest said a few words, starting the main Wedding service off. The speech was, obviously, compiling of me and Hannah’s differing cultures from Britain to the Philippines, though, obviously, surrounded by the usual expected talk you’d expect. It was actually a really great service. No, really, it was. The Church really positively surprised me.
Then, it was time for the big one, the Vows. But, before this can take place, it was time for us both to go through those Philippine traditions. This would include the Coins, the Rope around us, and, of course, presuming he remembers his practice, Lee and the Maid of Honour, doing the Veil.
Lee and the Maid of Honour do the veil, with a slight blooper
One of the number 1 things that everyone wanted when I mentioned the whole Philippine traditions, they wanted a Photo of me in the Veil. It’s just so alien to us that a man would be wearing one, too. Of course, the traditional Wedding dress Veil, is a thing; and when Hannah was finally revealed, she was the vision of perfection she will always be, in my eyes, she was just glowing; but, this Veil would be more a covering of us both, binding us together.
Putting the Veil on, however, was not the easier than the Tea-towel example, I think Lee was hoping. At least, this time, he wouldn’t get another expensive Football shirt destroyed, however, as much as he tried, he was struggling. In the end, one of Hannah’s family had to assist, which is why you can see someone else on the left picture, above. You had one job, Lee 😅. Nah, seriously, though, it was quite hard, it was very thick material in my Suit Jacket, and the Veil had to pin into it, with just a basic safety-pin. In the end, it actually never attached, just kind of stayed, so, I was sure to keep it that way.
One of the most, unfortunate, but, most memorable moments
Lee has always been a character. He’s very unique, in his own way, it’s why everyone loves him. He certainly shared that sense, with us all, during the traditional Wedding experience here. Whilst, I don’t think this was his fault, the guides were terrible, their was a moment, following the Veil addition, where Lee was given a Flower bouquet to hold, and hold it he did. Hold it, in fact, he did, far beyond what was expected. To the point where the Priest had to go, “will the Best Man please sit down?!”. Was more of an order, really. To which, came, the most, Lee, reaction you could ever hope for;
“Well, no one fucking told me”
Whilst, honestly, I did feel quite bad for him, especially as I could hear some laughter, behind me. It was also, just one of those moment that could have only happened with Lee. It was also, one of those moments that just made the whole thing just become so much less pressure filled, me and Hannah smiled and laughed together, and, it just added that extra sense of uniqueness that I really wanted from my Wedding. That added unique touch, which, was robbed from us, mostly, by it, being Catholic.
With Lee sat down, pleasantries over, there wasn’t much left, but the main event.
The vows
As this was a Catholic Wedding, I was under the impression that the Vows would be something I’d need to memorise, so, I’d actually practiced them. Hannah, however, proved, that she certainly hadn’t done. In the end, though, they were, not only, repeated back to us like a normal Wedding, but, they were also written below us. One thing which was, quite daunting, was the fact that we both got a microphone to the face when it came to the Vows themselves; the world must hear!
Hannah’s little mistake, plus the Candle that would not light
Lee wasn’t going to be the only one that would make an amusing error, during this side of the Wedding, though. As I mentioned, I’d practiced the Vows, more as a, just in case, so, I was quite confident about what I needed to say, answer, etc. And, it went in, literally the identical formation. Hannah, though, I think became a little impatient.
One of the first things they ask, and project, is that have we individually come on our accord to Marry, paraphrasing, but, affectively what it’s saying. The expected thing to say is “Yes, Father”, unless, that’s not true, in which case, why are you here?! Hannah, however, decided to go two paragraphs ahead, stumbled a bit and went … “Yes, I do” 😁. Look, I was happy to hear Hannah say “I do”, whilst, obviously hoping that wouldn’t the be the only time she’d say it, but, the quick shuffles and pointing to the print to Hannah, was, really funny. The quick return with… “Yes, Father”, after the question was repeated, was the closing stage to that moment.
Again, like with Lee, it could only have happened at our Wedding, but, whilst moments that were embarrassing at the time, likely, they just made it unique, and that just adds to it, to me.
Another bit of frustration was getting the Candles lit. Whilst, none of us could really feel the Aircon in the room, I think the only thing that felt the Aircon was the Candles. So, whilst one of Hannah’s family had, quite the many re-attempts required to keep it lit … I hope that’s not a bad omen, eventually, the stubborn one on the left, stayed lit.
Doing the Vows, signing the Paperwork
One of the most surreal moments of your life is speaking Wedding Vows. Even if the Catholic ones differ, in a minor way, to the Christian ones, they’re, generally, the same. Vows you’ve heard in countless Soaps, countless Movies, you just know them, sickness and health, death to us part, etc. But, suddenly, here I am speaking these words, as Vows, at my own Wedding. As I was nervous, my Voice sounded terrible, which, was made clear in a video made after the Wedding. But, that’s just what I’ve to put up with.
Once we’d said our Vows, correctly, this time, the standard Veil over Hannah was able to be taken off. What it revealed, just her true natural beauty, and, for the first time in my life, I was able to kiss the Bride. Yep, stood right in front of me, the woman I was about to kiss, who’d shared “I do” with me, was now my Wife! 💍.
The Rings were “blessed”, which made them very uncomfortable, if I’m honest. They were just so wet, smelling, suspiciously, like sanitiser 🤔. But, after that ceremonious shower, so to speak, placed on each other’s Fingers, there we were, Married! We then headed up further top to this huge book, signed, what felt like, a million pages of Paperwork, signing my life away, as they say, before it was all done. Both me and Hannah, no longer had “single” Civil status, we are a Married couple, and, you know what, I couldn’t be more happy about that!
All done, which means…. ohh no, MORE PHOTOS?!!!
Whilst, after all of those proceedings, you probably just want to embrace the moment, this is the Philippines. Which means, the 2 million Photos we’d taken so far, just, simply, isn’t enough … Yeahhh. Although, to be fair, this is actually the one moment where I perfectly understood taking them, so, for the first time, I was actually OK with this.
She look looked absolutely perfect, did Hannah, seriously. I, already, never stop looking through the thousands of Photos we’ve taken together over the years, in disbelief that this is my girlfriend / fiancée, now, Wife. But, literally, everyone who’s seen these few Wedding Photos have just said the same as me, just how amazing Hannah looked. There already was no one like Hannah in this world, and, during our Wedding, there was, and, never will be, anyone who looks as beautiful. stunning, picture perfect, on their Wedding day, as much as Hannah. I’m gushing here, but, I just can’t help it.
What followed was, honestly, every possible combination of people in a picture, one person not, then, that person was, but, one other wasn’t, repeated over about a billion gazillion times. So, yeah, the Photos were starting to get annoying again 😅. I was, once again, looking back at them, a bit disappointed, that Hannah’s Mum took a backseat, whether, told to, or, just shy, in the Photos. Once I’ve finally got all the Wedding Photos, yess the Philippines are so slack that, as I write this, I still don’t have them all, I’ll double check this.
Heading outside for, even, more Photos.
After all the group Photos inside the Church was done, some, just me and Hannah, ones were taken, then, we headed outside. Taking some more in front of the Entrance of the Church, then, even more, around the surrounding area. The women were instructed to cheer, the men were instructed to wave their arms. As a result of this, ironically, it looks like Lee is about to whack me in the face, amusingly, but, the base effect they were going for, at least, does come across.
What also comes across, outside of Hannah’s perfect appearance, is, actually, the Church itself. If there’s one thing about this Wedding I certainly do not regret, it’s the choice of the Church. The whole unusual structure, appearance, classy look of the building, just adds that perfect touch to the whole thing. Whilst the Aircon was terrible, only really starting to feel it on the way out, what the Church brought in terms of atmospheres and visuals, was, quite honestly, exactly what I’d hoped for.
Heading to the Reception
As the women get all the deluxe side of things, this was certainly true on the Wedding day. Me, Lee, Family and the entourage, arrived in a Van, whilst, Hannah, of course, arrived in the Wedding car. But, after the proceedings at the Church were done, it was my turn to join her, as we headed to the Reception. I don’t know if it was due to the very frustrating, annoying, morning, or what, but, I wasn’t exactly looking forward to heading back to where this day had begun. However, I was with my wife, just kept looking at her, again, in disbelief, this had actually just happened, as we headed the short journey there.
Once we’d arrived at the Reception, onlookers were, obviously, staring at us, not just as we were in a Wedding car, but, out comes Hannah looking absolutely gorgeous, so, attention was always going to be on us, as we headed in to the Lobby. This time, however, we would be heading to the Main room where all the activities would be taking place. However, first thing first, I needed to take my Shoes off. I’d got some Wedding Shoes before coming to the Philippines, and, honestly, the Leather was so painful on my Feet, so, ended up actually going back for my Trainers, for the rest of the day.
A VERY uncomfortable start…
The beginning of the Reception didn’t exactly start very well. Crowds of unorganised people, quite honestly, the worst location you could ever put a Photo Booth, in the history of the world, so was, naturally, unused. But, what made it so uncomfortable was just the feels, the atmosphere that was being portrayed. It didn’t feel like a Wedding afterparty at all, it actually felt more like a crappy children’s Birthday Party. One you wished you hadn’t bother going to, as well. From the irritating host, to the truly childish games, to, the lack of real focus on me, just all felt, wrong.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not someone who particularly likes attention on myself, anyway, but, even so, this is my Wedding day. Overall, though, it was just so poor.
First impressions were good
Visually, I can’t actually fault how things looked. I mean, look at what you walk into. Very stylistic, almost gothic, like, appearance, with our names up in lights and even more of this look and feel as you headed inside. However, it was how you entered inside that was something, I know, was the worst part of the day for, almost, everyone.
Walk in on music
For some reason, the decision, none of which were me or Hannahs (more on that later), was made that everyone that enters the Reception has to do so with all attention on themselves dancing to some random song. Was just all wrong.
Lee was, particularly, annoyed, as one of the previous people who got to walk on, got to walk on to Footloose, which, he actually would have liked to have done. I, honestly, just didn’t want this. In the end, I ended up walking on to some random rubbish song, I think it was “Shut Up and Dance with Me” … clearly a personal choice, not!
As far as the ordering was concerned, I recall my Parents, Hannah’s Mum, were the first to go on, then, it went down the list of people with the more Wedding Roles towards the end. People went on with partners in equivalent Roles, so, Bridesmaid’s with a side Groomsman, ending with Lee and the Maid of Honour. Then, of course, final to enter was, me and Hannah.
Once we had entered, some, almost group hug-style experience began. I remember the following situation where everyone was told to group up to us and rotate us whilst the music continued; the sight of Lee just tutting “you owe me for this”, really summed up how the moment felt. Everyone else seemed completely invested in the way the experience was going, but, honestly, if it wasn’t for putting up with it for my Wife, having Lee just making me laugh throughout, I would have been far less impressed.
But, that wasn’t all, of course, there was more dancing to take place. Oddly, I was asked to dance with my Mum. NO ONE told me about this, so, what followed was the most awkward minute of my life, with an unplanned sway with my Mum as we both just looked bemused with the whole situation. I remember Lee being asked to come for something, but, flatly refused in a way that was heavily received 😅. That wasn’t an option for me, though, but, at least we’d slightly practiced.
The Wedding dance 🪩
Easily one of the most stressful preparations for the Wedding was, of course, the Wedding dance. Hannah had made the decision, yes this was one of the few parts of the Reception we had a say in, to dance to Can I Have this Dance. Not the best song, by far, but, it was her choice.
Practicing for the dance was something very stressful, mostly, as I’m by far NOT a dancer. Some people have it, some people don’t, I don’t. Practicing the many steps made up by Hannah was frustrating as she did multiple steps I was just clearly not capable of. This led to quite a lot of arguments, which, wasn’t ideal. Most people when they dance, typically, just do, what I did with my Mum (though, less awkwardly) and just do a sway. Hannah, though, wanted this to be like some TikTok video.
Things didn’t, exactly, work out the way that Hannah had hoped. When practicing the dance, we always did it wearing just normal casual clothing, not whilst Hannah was in such a long Wedding dress. This was something Hannah brought up at the start of the Reception, but … in reality, how could anything be done differently?! This meant that, whilst we did do the Wedding dance, probably first time with no mistakes, it was soooo much harder, as I’d need to seriously watch my footing to not stand on Hannah. We did need to reduce the jumps that were planned, though, for that reason.
For better, or worse, the dance was cut off abruptly, then, we headed to our Throne…
Isolated from everyone else… to the biggest disappointment of the ENTIRE Reception!!! (You had one job 🙄)
Once the pathetic show was underway, with performances from people I’ve never seen before in my life, a singer who wasn’t bad, it was then time for everyone to get their Meal. Traditionally, in a normal Wedding, the Husband and Wife, sit on a long Table with the Family of the Husband on one side, Family of the Bride on the other. Makes sense…
Well, this is the Philippines, so things just go in the opposite of what would make logical sense. Whilst, I actually enjoyed a lot of the unique touches at the Church, this was one of the stupidest decision ever. Me and Hannah were sat on our own little desk, but, one that was just so far from any of our Families, my Best Man, anyone. Just felt so isolated. Whilst, obviously, I’m with my Wife Hannah, it just seemed so unusual to be so far away from everyone. Then, came something just unforgivable.
We asked for Beer, what we got was certainly NOT what we asked for!
I don’t ever like resorting to stereotypes, Hannah’s proof that you can’t do that as she goes against all the negative stereotypes of someone from the Philippines. However, when it comes to us British, if there’s an occasion, there’s always Beer. Cold, fresh from the Fridge, chilled, Beer, Lager, Stout, etc. This is, quite honestly, one of the most simple additions to any alcoholic drink. So, surely, when the coordinator was informed that we would need Beer at the Reception for us, that wouldn’t go wrong, right? … RIGHT??
Yep, somehow, they did. This was the perfect definition of everything that took place in that SHITE Reception building and Hotel. The most basic, the most simple, the most obvious thing in the ENTIRE WORLD, they got WRONG! What we got, instead, was Beer, in the same promised unlimited supply that was … warm. I’m NOT joking, it was WARM! If this was Orange juice, warm tastes bad, but drinkable. If this was Water, it’s disappointing, but drinkable. But, Beer??? WARM?? Unforgivable! But, wait, it gets WORSE. To solve this, they had Ice ……… I know! The only thing worse than warm Beer, is Beer with Ice, as the Ice obviously melts so it becomes watered down and tastes worse. Idiots.
This may seem like I’m pulling some charade, or joke, here, but, I’m deadly serious. What a collection of useless MORONS behind that! So, ONCE AGAIN, my Family had to rescue me from the absolute GARBAGE planning of my own Wedding! When my Dad went up to me and said “I think you could do with a Beer”, he had to go out to the 7-eleven next door, buy some Cans of COLD Beer, so that I could actually drink it. So, let’s recap; on my Wedding day, me and Hannah had to buy our own Breakfast, and, now, we had to buy our own drinks!
The rest of the Reception wasn’t great, either, so, when it ended up finishing earlier than planned, I can’t say I was that disappointed to go, but, so disappointed with the night.
An undeniably picturesque Reception
One thing I will say about the Reception, which is positive, is, of course, how it looked. And, it did look good. The gothic style that they went for, whilst, certainly isn’t what I’d of chosen, what it was, was very eye catching and certainly stood out when I’ve shown everyone the, still limited available, Wedding Photos. At the end of the night, some final Photos of me and Hannah were taken, which you can see above, which really made the place stand out.
One rather unique aspect of the Philippines Wedding, as inspired the work T-shirt you’ll remember, was, of course, the money on the Shirts. This did indeed take place, and was quite a fun way to provide that extra touch. Obviously, traditionally, you get Wedding gifts, not money, which, in reality, would probably have been better, but it’s tradition.
You’ll probably have noticed there was a Wedding cake, however, I got a very small bite, it wasn’t that great, but, for some reason, it vanished after the picture cutting it. Was it artificial 😅. This wasn’t the only thing that was a bit weird about the Wedding, but, honestly, when it came to the whole Reception feeling, things just weren’t exactly great, and I think I’ve figured out why.
Reception, with zero personality
You’ve probably gathered, at this point, that my Wedding was a tail of three. Had a dreadful start of the day with the rude, useless, Wedding planners. However, then had a really great Wedding service at the Church which was truly incredible. To then, go back down low again with the Reception. Whilst, I do think the start of the day was just preventable, if people were not just a bunch of idiots, the biggest issue, for me, was the Reception. It just had zero personality.
To put things in perspective, when you hire a Wedding planner, they typically ask you what you want from the Wedding. They then ask you for any preferences. Whilst, obviously, there was some preferences involved, what happened instead was that we were, instead, told what was happening with very little say.
The Reception, whilst looked great, didn’t feel like it was for me and Hannah, though, the appearance was not my issue. My problem was the events included. They were just terrible. We had the most irritating annoying Host, treating the whole event, as I mentioned at the start, like a children’s Birthday party. What followed after was just really cheesy, but, not the lovey dovey cheese you expect, but, just more of that childish rubbish.
There was a dance with some kids, I’d never even seen before. There was just really stupid games, including one where Family members were forced to kiss another’s armpit … is that really entertainment?? Then, it was our turn to embrace the bullshit. Ended up in two games, one where there was a glass of Wine, they said “down it”, then, for some reason, was surprised when I actually did. What did you expect, I’m British. Then, we were pressured to kiss for as long as possible, which was, again, awkward.
The “who are you” guest list, means, the feels just disappeared 🎤
Whilst most of the Reception guests didn’t come to the Church, in the end, there was 100+ guests at the Reception, not including the Reception staff, so there was quite a lot there. Great, right? Well, not really, as it was more a sense of who’s who. Was like watching the first episode of Big Brother, back in the day, where you see a bunch of Z-list Celebrities no one’s heard of, come through the door. This just emphasised something that I wished, initially, I’d of held my ground on, that we should have got Married in the UK. All the red tape, all the controlled decision, then, a bunch of who’s whos at the Wedding with no personality, certainly didn’t help.
I can honestly tell you, I barely knew about 10% of the guests, including my Wife, Parents and Lee in that. So, in the end, was just a bunch of random people. The feeling that was created from the event, having all these unknowns, the childish pathetic and degrading events that ensued, feeling, more than, disappointed, just made me feel so let down. To the point where I, actually, ended up cutting short my Wedding Speech. Mostly because, I was just asking myself; who am I even saying this to. It was so obvious that the large majority of the people there, didn’t care about me, or Hannah, and just cared about getting a free Meal. This explains why they left early, I guess.
This, and more, just add up to the reasons why I will 100% be having a UK Wedding Celebration with my Family, and, hopefully, friends too. This isn’t an announcement to when it’s going to be, don’t expect Invites coming alongside this blog, but, when we’re settled, it will happen. By this, I mean a full-on Wedding Day in the UK, what you could call the renewing of the Vows. We’d be able to have our own song when walking down, we’d be able to have all the Guest we want, we’d be able to customise it to our own personal unique touches, and, avoid all the mistakes that took place on this one.
The plan was to do a bit of a get together when we arrived in the UK. However, as we’ll get to, that didn’t quite work out.
The clean up; the end of the Reception
Once all the events of the Reception came to a close, to, if I’m honest, my relief, it was time for everyone to get going. Of course, not including those who already had. Before the night came to a close, their was a ton of extra Photos, though, these were just everyone on their phones, then, everyone tried to figure out how to leave.
The big issue with leaving was that everyone would have to go to the Rooms that were used to get dressed out of our Wedding clothes, back in to the casual, more comfortable, wear. The issue was, we’d need to go up the Lift, with a very small number of Room cards, to get to the Room itself. This was also how all the Wedding clothes would be returned, probably the only thing that was planned logically throughout the entire day. Once everyone had got changed, a ton of goodbyes took place, then, before I knew it, it was just me and Hannah left over.
What I certainly was not expecting, was to be part of the clean up crew…. yeah, the cheekiness just keeps going. My Parents couldn’t believe that when I told them that was what me and Hannah were doing. My Parents and Lee had all travelled back to the Hotel lobby, drinking Beer no doubt, but not any Beer, cold Beer … ehhh. Once the clothes were all packed up, things were in a position to go, the very slow delayed start to leave took place. Admittedly, I was very frustrated at Hannah, as she decided to treat the coordinator to some of our tipped money … no idea why, certainly undeserved.
After what felt like 5 hours, another delay added to this at the entrance of the Reception / Hotel, whilst, for some reason, that was a time for a snack?? Yeah, not really, but, more frustrations of who we were with. Until, FINALLY, me and Hannah could leave, hallelujah!!!
Final drink, Lee tries the worst Street Food
Once we’d finally headed back to the main Hotel we were staying at, after the big Wedding day, there was still a few hours left to just reflect. It’s crazy to say that after such a big day, one of the biggest of my entire life, in terms of its significance; it all just suddenly felt like it never happened. But, it did.
As expected, once we’d arrived back at the Hotel, what a surprise, waiting at the Lobby, Lee and my Parents having some cold Beers. Me and Hannah came through, and joined them for a few hours before the end of the night. But, there was something that we’d noticed, so, it was time for Lee to try something he’d wanted to, Street Food. But, he would need some assistance, enter Hannah.
Unfortunately, for Lee, Hannah has a very evil side. So, despite the fact their was a number of decently smelling Foods across the road, likely featuring some Pork/Meat, perhaps Rice, instead, Hannah dragged Lee to what just looked like Stones or Conkers. Didn’t look safe for consumption. I don’t think Lee was impressed. So bad Hannah, you should have just took him to the actual good stuff.
Well, after a few drinks and chat about the day, it was time to head back to the Room. The Wedding was over. The day was done, and up next was just a couple of full days left in the Philippines before heading back to the UK with Hannah!
WEDNESDAY MARCH 20TH 2024 = MY WEDDING DAY
A cursed trip to Colon, with Lee
It’s the morning after the night before, and, surprisingly, everyone wakes up at generally the same time as usual. If that’s not the sign of a disappointing end to a Wedding day, I don’t know what is. Obviously, as this is the first, of two, full days, left in the Philippines, I think I was really hoping to be able to give Lee the Philippines experience. Only problem is, we just didn’t have the time to arrange anything, plus, all the major tourism things had already just finished, before.
However, we did have a new motive for where to take Lee. Lee had discovered that in the Philippines, some Wiskey, or something, was a lot cheaper than it is in the UK, even with his handy Tesco discount, and he also wanted some other stuff, too. I’m not sure if I mentioned this before, but, Lee didn’t bring any main Luggage. I think he expected to just need the basics, and, to be fair to him, that has been true. But, if he wants to take advantage of these prices, he’s gonna need an extra bag. We started by going in to the Robinsons Mall and went to the closest holiday place, to discover, what I already knew, that Suitcases are a joke in price in the Philippines, waaaay too much. But, Hannah had a plan, and, unfortunately, when it comes to where Hannah ends up taking me, it always ends up, somehow, in Colon. I hate the place, it’s smelly, it’s full of decease… but, Hannah was like, oyyy, it’s cheap there. So, off we went.
Lee experiences the Jeepney
Of course, if we’re going traveling to somewhere in the Philippines, you’ve got to do it, right. Plus, we were now in a position where there was too many of us, to take a regular Taxi, so, safest choice, was, believe it or not, Jeepney. We started the journey from the Hotel to, initially SM, to get something to eat, and, check if there wasn’t anymore Suitcases there. Despite the fact that Hannah went online and was told about a Shop there, in the end, the destination still changed to going to Colon. So, after some, terribly ordered, confusing, issues with getting basics like Sugar for Coffee, McDonalds… we were off again, to the next Jeepney. One positive to picking up a Jeepney from SM, was that they were all essentially parked up waiting for you, so, we managed to get one that was, initially, empty and was on our way.
Lee gets to ride the Horses, you remember the ones…
The last time we’d gone to Colon, my Parents AND me and Hannah, all rode a Carousel, together. It was made, perfectly, clear, during that ride, that it is not designed to hold that many people at once. So, it was definitely not going to hold the 5 of us. So, don’t worry, it didn’t, which is one of the reasons we’re all still alive, today.
In the end we ended up separating. My Parents went on their own, more on that later, then me, Hannah and Lee, took a separate one. It was actually quite a fun experience, obviously still with a bit of cramp, though at least this time, Hannah rode up front near the Driver, so it was just two in the main seats, so was much more comfortable. This meant we could actually just relish the moment. Was actually quite fun, in the end. However, we did feel a bit short changed…
As I mentioned, my Parents went on their own, separate, journey, as shown on the 3rd picture above. However, once our horse ride came to an end, which, I even remember at the time thinking it felt a lot shorter. I assumed, to myself, that was because this was more comfortable, but, no, it was a lot shorter. Slight issue, emerged, my Parents haven’t returned! Were they lost? Had they finished and wondered off? Or… did the Horse and Carriage take them away to a whole new world? … Well, in the end, it turned out they just got more value for money. I did ring my Mum just to check she was OK… three calls later, she actually answered. They were OK. When they came back, they were bellowing on about how it had taken them far and wide 😅. They were safe, that’s the main thing.
Bit of a walk round, my lunch, to a Colon discount Store
Once we’d all found our feet again, after the Horse rides, we all had a little walk around Colon. In realty, we were kind of stuck where to go, really. Until it came that we remembered one of the missions of the day, to get Lee a bag. So, after I had some disappointing Food, our Journey headed off with Hannah directing us to a discount Store. During the journey there, my Dad would be taking Photos-galore of the place, slowing us down, in the process. It was, at this point, that I pointed out to my Mum that, perhaps, it was a good thing, he never went to the big Cebu Tour Day as, unfortunately, his manoeuvrability may have held us back.
Once we’d reached the discount Store, well, it was just knock-off meets cheap tat, meets whatever else, galore. My Dad ended up purchasing a few Hats, including an “Adidas” hat for about ₱10. Lee found it very amusing that there was some Hi-vis jackets, also for next to nothing, making the joke he should buy about 5 pairs just for work. We actually quite a lot of fun just looking around at all of the, whilst, completely useless and pointless stuff, just amusing to see the prices. Despite this, however, I’ll be honest, the Bags weren’t that cheap, really. They were cheaper, and, probably a little cheaper than what you could get here, but, not amazingly.
Lee ended up purchasing a dark blue Bag, my Mum grabbed some little extras, as well, then it was time for a little more ventures around Colon, before, eventually, heading back. This, of course, meant, find a Jeepney!!! Once we’d obtained our transport home, it was so long Colon (thankfully), and back to the main Hotel.
Arriving back, and … it’s already broken…
Now, you’ll recall, that I mentioned that the discount Store sold, amongst my categories, cheap tat… Well, it certainly came to pass as the moment Lee got off the Jeepney to Robinsons, the Bag strap fell apart. In the end, it turns out, it just needed the tightening that Bags do, but, was definitely a symbol of what I’d expect from a place like that.
We then headed to the Supermarket, my Parents stocked up on the Beer supply, and Lee, whilst did, too, also ended up purchasing all of the things that he’d seen, which made him want that new Bag. This also included a very large collection of M&Ms. Then, it was time for something to eat. I think it’s fair to say, everyone was done with Jollibee, so, it was time for something a bit different. I mentioned that Hannah had tried a Chinese place, within Robinsons, where she got a very small Meal, but a humongous sized dessert, during this trip … but, my Dad just doesn’t trust the Noodles in the Philippines, so, that was off the table. In the end, plans were changed, on the way back.
Lee get’s some Trainers, whilst Hannah is taken away
On the way back to the Hotel, we went past a number of Sports places, one of which Lee would use to get some new Trainers. I was actually interested in getting some, too, but, they just didn’t have my Size. Being a Size 11 (UK), or Size 12 (US / Philippines), for some reason, no one has feet the size of mine there. Hannah was then contacted for a meet up with the coordinator of the Wedding, and others. Not sure why, but, it led to it being just me, Lee and my Parents for lunch. This certainly changed the dynamic, and, I think, everyone, was just ready for some normal Western food.
In the end, we ended up, back at Dennys. Lee tried some Waffle sandwich contraption, which he was certainly raving about for a long time after the Meal. I, of course, just had Fries. All of us enjoyed our Food, had some Beer in the process, so, it was time to head back to the Hotel lobby, to finish the night.
Final drinks in the lobby, more Wedding requirements, plus, plan for the next day.
Once we had finished our Food, it was only natural to end the day in the same way it had been ended, almost, throughout the stay, drinks in the Lobby. By this point, the Staff there were already preparing and chilling the glasses, and getting the Beer ready. Are we that obvious? Well, probably. This time, however, there was a slight change to events. Whilst we all made ourselves comfortable at the Table, it was clear to see Hannah alongside the others, talking through some points. I let them do their thing, until, it was time to head over and find out what’s going on.
Turns out that, even, after, the Wedding day, the Philippines wasn’t done trying to con money out of you. This time it was in the hands of the Wedding Certificate. Annoyingly, and regretfully, this was one area of the Wedding I didn’t do my due research on. Because, trust me, I knew EVERYTHING they were claiming that was true, or, otherwise, on things before, were absolute rubbish. Believe me, there’s a lot. This, however, I, hold my hands up and say, I just didn’t know. And, I should’ve done. The claim was, that Wedding Certificates take up to a year (apparently), to get ready. In light of the obvious need for it sooner, we would need to pay, and arrange, for an expedite for this to be available sooner. In the end, I was just fed up of the bullshit they were spewing, so just went, fuck it, fine. Wasn’t much I was asked for, which is the only reason I let it be, but, in the back of my head my suspicions were pretty high. This was highlighted when I told my Parents after coming back, everyone was like, that doesn’t sound right.
And, guess what, it wasn’t right. Yep, the same people who’d ruined the Wedding Day they were part of planning, which is why the Church was so good, were back to their old ways of conning us. Here’s the facts. “After your marriage has been registered with the LCRO, you can get a copy of your PSA marriage certificate within two to three months“. Yep, quite a distance away from a year. There’s no charge for this, no bonus magic expedite required. It just takes two to three months. Unbelievable. Now, I’ve done Journalism for well over a decade now, covering Technology and Music reviews, my content was available on my former RKUK Media, as well as TechnoBuffalo, CNET and Mobile Nations; so, I know, if I cite something as fact, you better have Sources, how about these! SOURCE: PSA Philippines, Official PSA Philippines Helpline. So, yeah, I got proof. That doesn’t change anything now, but, perfectly highlights the kind of conning and scamming that goes on in the Philippines. Which is, by the way, one of many reasons why I consider it quite a disgusting Country. And, just adds to the reasons why I wished we’d of married here in the UK.
BUT… I won’t let this ruin the day, and, the mood of this blog. Well, again, anyway 😅
Back to the Table to plan the next day 🏝️
Once all that rubbish was over and done with, Hannah headed back, and me, as I’d joined them briefly, to the Table. We, then, both joined my Parents and Lee, to plan out what we’d do on the big final, at least, full, day, in the Philippines. The plan was always to go to a Beach. Didn’t really matter where, just, my Family wanted some semblance of this being a Holiday, so a Beach makes sense. As far as me and Lee are concerned, I don’t think a Beach was really anything that important, but, it does give those feels when you share those pictures. Plus, to this day, Lee’s profile picture is from him at that very Philippines Beach, so, there’s that.
But, this is Philippines, so, unfortunately, a day out at the Beach, would mean, a day out with every single member of the community in all of Cebu City. Like, seriously. I know for a fact, my Parents and Lee, would have MASSIVELY preferred, if it was just us with Hannah, with the odd additional few, only, at the Beach. So, when I warned them of the, expected, obvious, that it would be quite a lot of people, they weren’t too impressed. I’m used to this, by now. But hey, Van arranged, I told Hannah not to include that same person (for what it was worth, yes, I was IGNORED AGAIN!!!), and we all just ended the night preparing for, what would be, an early start to the day.
“The big finale” day out at the Beach!
When it comes to days out at the Beach in the Philippines, it’s fair to say, they tend to be my least favourite days, every time. I’m not going to say this wasn’t, but, certain things happened that made it make up for it … even then, it wasn’t great. To get to the Beach, a 12-seater Van had been rented, so naturally, you’d assume that 12, or less, people would be coming to the Beach, right? … RIGHT??? Well…
Before we get to that, the day began in a typical Philippine way, unplanned, delayed, and poorly. I’d made the decision to go to the Supermarket and get something to eat, as, every time we go to the Beach in the Philippines, the food is awful. Got myself some Croissants to go. I can’t actually remember if my Parents, or Lee, got anything. Typically they started their morning in Starbucks, my Parents always amazed by how huge the portions were in the Philippines, versus UK. Regardless, we headed back to the outdoor area and just waited, aimlessly, to hear anything.
The Van arrives … already, more than, full! 😡
If there’s one thing that’s really frustrated me, the most, about the Philippines, it’s just how selfish people are there. This is mad, as the stereotype, of the Philippines, you’ll see it all over online, is they’re caring, they look out for people, they never put themselves first, so kind to foreigners or tourists. Complete opposite of reality. This was, regrettably, on full display here. Like Cebu Safari, I’d specifically requested that the certain rude individual was not invited … there he was, anyway. I’d, also, specifically reminded that there was 4 of us (Parents, me and Lee), not just me, to consider … yet, in comes the Van completely full. I’m not even joking, every seat was used up. There was barely enough space for ONE person! This just set the tone to all-time low. How selfish and self centred can you get.
I don’t want to write negative things about my experience over there, but, when people do stuff, so DELIBERATE, I’m not just going to forget and move on. My Parents were ready to just go back to the Hotel, Lee was ready to just go, in general, and, I was stressed beyond measure. Hannah, pathetically, just did nothing, really. Plus, trust me, I’m not patronising my Parents at all when I say this, but, obviously, they’re also not the youngest of people, both in Retirement, so, asking them to, literally, SQUEEZE, into an already, beyond unsafe, Van, for a very long journey, just made me EVEN MORE annoyed! It was all just a joke. It’s like I said; everyone was just selfish, self centred, just like the Philippines residents involved in the planning for our Wedding, just put the Brits completely at the back of anyone’s minds of shit given.
Despite this, pathetic joke, it was. We still ended up squeezing over 20 people, on to a 12-seater, and had a very uncomfortable journey there. Except, that didn’t exactly happen, either, at first …
Going to the wrong Beach…
Yyeppp. Hours in to a claustrophobic journey, with the Driver stopping, for some reason, to get some Chicken, here we were at … the completely wrong place. We ended up stopping at some Resort, around the Mactan area. Lee was getting stressed, I was getting both frustrated and, quite honestly, embarrassed. Embarrassed because I’d invited my Parents and Lee, to the Philippines, and this was the discontent they were getting. For obvious reasons, they needed a breather, so, I made sure, quite literally, that they were able to go outside, take 5-10 minutes, before coming back, where we’d head out again to the correct location.
Somehow, the planning for where we were going was based on some old records, or, just, generally was done lazily, as the Beach we were claiming to be going to, didn’t exist. In the end, as this Beach wasn’t allowed to go in for non-residents, we had to find another one, so, after some asking around, whisper here and there, we ended up finding another Beach and going there, instead. Not sure what it was called, I’m going to nickname it for this Blog, Compromise Beach…
We’re here … at Compromise Beach, as I’m calling it.
Was it the best Beach I’ve ever gone to, no, but, was it a good enough Beach, I suppose, yeah. Disappointingly, one of the things I wanted to avoid the most when going to the Beach was stoney Beaches, which, this was. Despite this, it was time to just embraced where we were. Frustratingly, though, things just never start the way you wished they did. For some really strange reason, it wasn’t until the, very lengthy, getting out of the Van, that it seemed to be realised that there was no Food. No one told me this was why Hannah vanished, for some reason, but, it turns out, that was. I was hardly, exactly, happy to be there, after the awful start, but hey.
What do us Brits do when things are a bit dicey? … Well, it’s rather obvious really, you get a drink. Me and Lee headed to the small Store near the Beach and had a few drinks, whilst we all just waited for Hannah to appear.
Ironically, this was when Lee got some Photos taken. Which was good as we didn’t take many Photos, already, right 😂. Joking aside, this was another one of those moments where Lee came to the rescue at a rather low moment. Having said that, however, I’m not sure if Beer ended up being the best idea for him. We’ll get to that later.
One thing Lee did do, whilst at the Beach, was finally check out and try some Red Horse. Red Horse is actually quite a strong Lager brewed in the Philippines. It’s got a bit of a kick to it, and is about 5% higher than most Lager, so, has a bit of strength. However, this wouldn’t the the strongest drink that Lee had, that day.
Once Hannah finally made it back, there was a weird moment of annoyance as Hannah was made to pay for all the Food for the Family. Again, I talk of selfishness amongst a lot of people there. In the end, I paid towards it, as I didn’t like the way she was forced to pay for it all. This gesture did help the mood between me and Hannah, so, it was time for us both to embrace the Beach, itself.
My Mum truly embraced the Beach, swimming in the Sea for quite some time. Me, Hannah, and some of the younger members of the Family, all went in to the sea and enjoyed a bit of the Beach. Only problem was, getting in there was far from comfortable as the stones were quite digging at the edge.
As is the case on any Beach, it gets quite boring after not much time, so, the suggestion was made to do something. You had the option of a ride on a Jetski, which we, kinda did, at the start of the year, so, up came the more popular suggestion, the Banana Boat.
The Banana Boat, which, shouldn’t of happened…
The Banana Boat, in the Philippines, at least, is a very different experience to how it is in other Countries. It wasn’t until we all got our Safety gear on, then, as the Boat was put in to the Sea, meaning it was far too late to change your mind, that it became apparent just how poor the contraption was. All you had to keep you from falling into the Sea was a very flimsy gripper.
The decision on which order we would be sat in was decided by something, quite frankly, embarrassing. No one who was coming on the Banana boat could actually swim … no, really! I find it hilarious how anyone can live in an archipelago of Islands and not be able to swim. But, believe it or not, only my Mum, could swim. This meant my Mum was pushed to the front of the Banana Boat … the worst place to be. The Banana Boat was pushed by a Jetski, so was far from smooth. It also went way too fast, wasn’t safe, everyone got water in their eyes, I could barely see on the way out, plus, my Mum wasn’t exactly well when she left the Boat. I actually blame this for how unwell my Mum was, on top of being at Colon recently, too. Needless to say, we were all happy when the Banana Boat experience was over.
Lee got … a bit drunk. OK, Lee got A LOT drunk, plus Karaoke!
During the Banana boat experience, my Dad’s clearly British accent was picked up by another tourist, another British man in the Country. It was during this period as well, that Lee took wind of it. Then, they became friends. The biggest problem that faced Lee, however, was that, whilst their was no real decent Food places, their was also a small little Cocktail bar, but it was noted as being rather expensive. Despite this, Lee’s new friend, decided it would be worth a visit where it became very clear those prices were actually a bit of a steal!
Whilst, you would expect, the prices would reflect to one Drink of Whiskey, for example, or one glass of Coke, what they actually equated to, was the entire bottles. So, there they were, with Litres of 50+% volume Spirits, and a 2L bottle of Coke to go with it. Needless to say, after multiple San Miguels, and a Litre of Red Horse, this was always going to be the addition that set Lee over the limit. This also meant that when everyone asked for a bit of Karaoke, everyone was very willing.
Lee and me ended up singing, somehow forgetting, Never Gonna Give You Up, alongside a range of other songs sung as well. As this is the modern world, everyone filmed the entire shenanigans, it was all pretty insane. Then, whilst the final song was being played, the same man who’d guaranteed Lee’s fresh-state, came back for another encore of songs.
Once the Karaoke had finally stopped, because, trust me, it was hard to stop it, it was time to go, and go we must to the over-stacked, way too full, Van. By the time that, Lee let us, leave, as, he was getting quite drunk, at this point, it was actually getting dark. But, we did finally head back to the Van and the journey home began.
A very LOUD return home
The journey home was long, not only, because this was now the heat of the Traffic you expect for the day, but, let’s just say it as it is, Lee was wasted! Still carrying his large bottle of spirit and Coke, consequently, spilling most of it down over the Van, he was also banging, shouting, then, decided to play a collection of 80s music on his phone. Which he then, decided, to sing as loud as possible. I think it’s fair to say, if anyone wanted a rest, on the way home, they sure didn’t get one. The journey was, honestly, quite difficult. Whilst I’d had my frustrations with the Family, due to how they’d been, plus “that guy”, even after all this, I was starting to feel a little sorry for them. But, in the end, they were actually laughing and finding the whole thing rather amusing. That’s the difference between other people and British, we’re used to being embarrassed of ourselves, instead of just laughing it off, when we’re out of town, so to speak.
Once we’d finally headed back to our Hotel, me, Hannah, my Parents, and Lee, all got off, leaving everyone else to be taken to where they live. I’d said to my Parents, that we should all go down the discussion that we will not be having final drinks downstairs as, if we do, Lee might join us, get more drink, and cause a scene. So, we all headed back, made sure Lee got in to his Room, then we all headed back to our own respective rooms. My Dad was under the impression that he would basically collapse, once his face hit the pillow, really. That didn’t turn out to be what happened, though.
After, about, nearly an hour, my Parents took it onto themselves, to go down and have a final few drinks, regardless. At this point, Hannah was actually quite tired. So, once I’d found out my Parents had gone for a last couple down in the Lobby, I thought I might as well join them whilst Hannah gets a nap. What happened next was, certainly, not, what I expected.
“I know I’ve been a d***…”
I found out shortly after, that Lee had actually returned, yes, he’d somehow, gone back out, but with a whole Shop done. I know?! So, instead of getting some rest, he’d decided to go in to the Mall, get some Clothes, some very obscure Sunglasses, and more. My Parents have described the very concerning, whilst you can laugh now, situation, where Lee, stumbled in to the Hotel, still holding his bottle of Spirits, with all the Hotel staff, essentially, ready to shove him out! In fact, unbeknown to Lee, if my Parents didn’t gesture, they knew him, he probably would have been.
I ended up going down and joined my Parents, with Lee, in the Lobby. Once I’d arrived, my Parents went for a Vape, so I was left with, one of, I think, 5 thousand, times, Lee said he’d been a dick. By this point he was basically half dead, head on the Table. So, after me and my Family had one drink, I went up to his Room with him.
Hannah wonders what’s going on.
Wasn’t long back in to Lee’s room that it became like a night at his house. Cans in the Fridge, music on, though, this time through his phone, whilst he used his last remaining bits of strength, to pack. I was in the process of helping Lee finish the Cans he had, much to the safety of his Liver, when I got a message on my phone. Hannah was wondering where we were. I can only assume she’d thought we were still down in the Lobby, to find out, of course, we weren’t there. Once I told her I was in Lee’s room, she walked down and I let her in.
Whilst it’s fair to say that it was amusing for me to see Lee like this. He was loud, chirpy, being himself after a few drinks, this was all new for Hannah. After a while, though, even she was finding it amusing. Hannah, I think, unintentionally, ended up predicting the words to a White Snake song Lee was playing, which had him in a great sense of admiration. Most of Lees outbursts were very confusing to Hannah, hence the picture’s I snapped during them of Hannah, shown above.
Then, came a truly beautiful moment. Lee, in continuous apologetic sense, and, of course, drunk, confided in me and Hannah. Hannah just didn’t hold back, during this, saying he should change, to which Lee was like, fuck that 😅. Then, Lee commented on how me and Hannah were right for each other, then, went to Hannah and went “give us a hug”, to which Hannah went, “why??”, Lee responded with “I’m just trying to be nice” 😂. I think all these moments combined, was when Hannah finally got who Lee was, finally started to understand the type of man he is. He’s crazy, he’s random, but, he’s got a heart and he’s right there if you need him. Plus, dare I say it, she was starting to be able to understand him!
Eventually, Lee finally accepted it was time for bed. So, we both left him and headed back to our Room. I think Hannah finally understood, at this point, why everyone has such a laugh when they hang out with Lee. Even if, sometimes, it might be at his expense. We all headed back to our Rooms, made the final preparations, that we could, before tomorrow, and headed for what was the final night in the Philippines, this time, for us all!
Final day in the Philippines
Normally, waking up on the last day in the Philippines is one of the saddest moments of the entire visit, as it’s, typically, when me and Hannah have to say goodbye. However, this time the experience was all new. It definitely made the day have a completely different feel. One thing that would remain the same, however, was that I would, indeed, be flying back to the UK. As is typical, the flight was rather late, after 5PM, but, check out from the Hotel was 12, so we ended up having quite the gap, really. So, what to do, well, we just had a bit of a day out, really.
Whilst I was so excited that this last day in the Philippines, was far from the last day with Hannah, as she’d be coming with us to the UK, there was a bit of a problem. Whilst we had, literally, hours, of opportunity to do something, Hannah had no time to pack, so, she’d have to go home to start packing, whilst the rest of us passed the time. So, whilst my Parents got their remaining packing done, mine already at this point, we all headed to the Reception to get ready to check out, with Lee.
Left overs from the Wedding as breakfast, for some, anyway
One rather disappointing addition to the morning was meeting up with the Wedding coordinators, one last time. But, this time, they came with gifts. In the end, it turned out that there was some left over Food from the Wedding grub, so, it was brought down. In the end, my Parents, Lee and Hannah ended up eating it for breakfast. However, none of us were going to be able to eat it all (especially me, as it was all awful), so, in the end, Hannah said she’d take it all home. Though, honestly, I don’t think anyone was that satisfied by it.
So, Hannah headed home, and we handed in our Luggage. I’d already, earlier, rung the Reception, as the check out is pathetically early, confirmed we could all Store our Luggage behind the Hotel Reception, so, would be safe to go out and not worry about our stuff. Which is what we did.
As to figuring out what to do to pass the time, that was a bit more difficult, without Hannah as a guide. Although, in reality, we were never going to anything that interesting. So, in the end, we just went to the nearest SM. This was also an opportunity for my Parents to get more souvenirs, and, generally, just something to do.
Quick stop at SM, to pass the time.
As there was no Hannah, the one advantage was that we were -1 in numbers, so, could just be lazy and take a Taxi. Getting to the regular SM is really quick, so, we were there in no time. We got some food, then, just had a rummage about, really.
We generally just wasted time by travelling around the Mall, checking out the Stores, just doing whatever it took to pass the time. My Parents ended up going past one of the popular Souvenir stores and, actually, ended up going inside and left with some T-shirts for my two nieces. There was then a bit of separation, whilst my Parents went to look for a Coffee, and their own look around, so, me and Lee were free to do whatever we want. This was even weirder, really, as I was now in this crazy situation where it’s just me and Lee, traveling around a Shopping Mall, but, one in the Philippines. In reality, of course, we didn’t do anything we wouldn’t have done if we were in White Rose, or something, but, that additional Philippines touch sure made it wild.
Whilst we were there, we walked past one of the most questionable looking things. From the distance I thought they had some Pikachu thing, but, looking down, discovered that, in reality, it was some very disturbing Giraffe, with Pikachu ears. It was then suggested that we spent some time looking around for some Philippines merch. In the end we were unsuccessful finding Lee a Football shirt, but, I had noticed, previously, that the SM Store had some rather interesting looking Philippines branded stuff, so, we had a look.
Admittedly, we were all a bit disappointed by the prices of the T-Shirts. Lee said, for example, he’d of probably bought some if they were, just, a little cheaper. Although, to be honest, some of the Jackets and Jumpers were quite reasonable, to me. I noticed a rather interesting Jacket which was tempting me. Although, I did think, and, to be fair it’s come true, that I might look a bit of a twat wearing it, but Lee just told me to go for it as, if anything, it’s memories. So, just before meeting back up with my Parents, I purchased the Jacket. I ended up trying it on first, which, turned out to be a very good choice. I was thinking getting the Large as, well, Filipinas are tiny, but, turns out, I only needed Medium and even that’s quite spacious. Was a little strange, when I paid for it, though. Never had this issue ever in the Philippines before. When I paid for it, they asked for some form of ID. I know?? I was purchasing a Jacket, not some over-the-top alcohol or drug. But hey. Closest I could offer was a Photograph of my Passport. They accepted it, I got the Jacket, but, was sure weirded out by that.
Jacket purchased, it was then time to meet up with my Parents, where we all then went to get a bite to eat. Whilst, I think, everyone was trying to avoid it, we all, in the end, went to Jollibee. Lee was, actually, trying to get some KFC, I think, but, in the end was too nervous, so just joined us all. Then, after their last Jollibee, it was time to head back to the Hotel.
Before we all headed in to the Lobby, my Parents decided to make shop at one of the Stores, rather close to the Hotel side Entrance, and get some more Souvenirs. Me and Lee were waiting outside, catching the last of our Regional Flabébé in Pokémon GO. I remember my Mum happily recalling some Animal ornament, not sure if it was an Elephant or what, but there was this Pot structure. She wasn’t sure whether to go for it, but, in the end, on the way out, she got my Dad to get one and then they left. Little would my Mum know, until they got back to the UK, that my Dad had in fact picked up the wrong one, so, in the end, they had a really rubbish cheap plastic toy. Let’s just say she was less than impressed.
Where’s Hannah???
At this point it was quite a few hours in to the afternoon, so, we headed back in the Hotel Lobby. Barely a couple hours to spare before our Flight, and, minutes before we should really be getting a Taxi. We headed to the Reception, and obtained our Luggage and waited for Hannah. Kept waiting … still waiting … won’t be long now … yeahhh … Parents went for a Vape … still waiting. OK, this is a problem! Out of all the time I’d had worries of Hannah not showing up, it wasn’t when we were ready to leave. This was amplified, even more, obviously, by the fact that there wasn’t just me to be worried about missing the Flight, or, even Hannah, their was also my Parents and Lee, who were very keen, to say the least, in getting home! I contacted Hannah, to get no response. I did try contacting one of Hannah’s family, but, they were rather useless too.
In the end, there I was, trying to calm down my rather anxious Parents, trying to tell everyone everything was alright, whilst, in reality, wondering what the hell was going on, jogging down the scolding Streets of Cebu, to Hannah’s house. Once I arrived at Hannah’s house, the bemusement from her Family that, after all these years, I knew the way, by myself, was rather hilarious. Of course I know the way. Eventually, Hannah appeared. Amazingly, after all this time, she was still busy packing. I messaged my Mum to reassure them that we, hopefully, wouldn’t be too long. I’m sure my Dad was getting a bit worried as, in the UK and Europe, you really need to give yourself at least 2+ hours for arriving at the Airport, a time which we, at this point, had, kind of, already passed. Whilst you didn’t need to be that early, even I, was getting concerned how not ready Hannah was. Let’s not forget, yes, me, my Parents and Lee, had a day out, but, Hannah was at home, during all this time, packing, yet, still not ready!
Then, they really decided to just take the piss. Despite having all day, all week, almost, to do this. Once we were finally leaving, everyone started waiting for Transport. I was confused. Until I finally just said it, why do you need Transport? The Hotel is over there, we’re all leaving together. Well, turns out, now was the perfect time, whilst being, almost completely, late, for the Flight, to visit the Grave of one of their Family to make respect. This really annoyed me, just sums up everything about the Philippines. So laid back, such little care about the world of reality.
In the end, I headed back to the Hotel myself. I gave them all, very clear, instructions. If they weren’t back after a certain time, I will be forced to leave Hannah in the Philippines, and take my Parents and Lee, home. I meant it too, as, I need to make sure they all get back. If this was just me, I’d be, equally, as pissed off, but, would be able to make a semblance of arrangements if I was late … with an unwanted additional expense, of course. However, not so, with this. I remember arriving back at the Hotel, my Parents come back in, from outside, and just completely flabbergasted as to how Hannah is still not here. Until, about 20 minutes later, Hannah messages, telling us to meet her outside the side-Taxi entrance of the Mall. So, we all collect our Luggage and waited for Hannah.
More than cutting it short, she’s here!
Once Hannah finally arrived, along with some of her Family, the task was then to get a Taxi. As you’ll be aware, though, there’s more of us than can fit inside a Taxi, and, obviously they wouldn’t expect us all to squeeze inside a regular 4 Passenger seater Taxi when there’s 5 of us, right ??? … Ohhh ye expects too high of the Philippines 😏. Here’s the incredible thing, the Family, literally ordered, a big Taxi (apparently, they probably did it wrong), yet the Taxi that arrived, wasn’t. So, yeah, in the end, with Hannah practically on my knee, we all had to squeeze in to the Taxi. Probably the only thing where the “slightly” bigger Taxi came in handy was the Luggage, we’d a lot of it, to the point where, even that, had to sit on a lot of us.
At this point, we were really running out of time, so, no time to complain about the Taxi, no time to hang around making worthless conversation, we have to go! So, we said our goodbyes, Lee gave Revie a very enthusiastic hug, goodbye safe flight etc, and we were off.
Whilst I knew we didn’t need much time at the Airport, that didn’t stop me feeling very very anxious about the time we really had. In the end, the Taxi journey was the usual time, but, every single time I saw Traffic, we stood still for longer than 5 minutes, I was, literally, getting quite worried. Ironically, this would be the latest, and, closest to departure, time, that I would be arriving to any of my departing Philippine flights. All, whilst there’s all these people to cater for … thanks, Hannah.
Arriving at the Airport!
Once we arrived at the Airport, it was time to get checked in. Whilst, typically, when I arrive, I can give myself a few minutes outside to calm down, this time, we really just needed to go. I did allow my Parents some time to, intensely, Vape, then headed to the Entrance. I still don’t understand why, at Mactan Airport, you can’t bring people inside the Airport who aren’t flying to say goodbye to you inside, but hey, that wouldn’t matter this time!
Yeah, as crazy as it may seem, this was to be the very first time I’d go to Mactan Airport to Depart, and be, not only, returning with my Parents and Lee, but, also, not having to say goodbye to Hannah. That was huge! I remember it just feeling so surreal, she was inside Mactan Airport with me. Then, it’s just even madder that, so is everyone else. BUT, then again, there’s always that extra anxiety about Hannah getting through Departures and Immigration to come, so, I wasn’t entirely feeling, exactly, chill.
Getting everyone checked in, plus, Hannah’s extra requirements.
One thing that I found incredibly amusing, as you’ll recall, about Flying with my Parents, was just how inexperienced they all seemed when Flying to the Philippines. I mean, apart from the destination, the general Flying experience of Baggage control, Checking Out, Flying, Arriving in Country, Checking in, is exactly the same. So, it’s all just blown me away how much they, especially my Dad, seemed to have no clue what they were doing. This was true at Check in, again, as well. There I was trying to get Hannah checked in, as she was, obviously, going to be the most awkward, yet there’s my Dad and Lee getting their Luggage towards the conveyor, was like, woahhh, stop!
As, of course, expected, Hannah would have additional requirements … sorry, charges, that the Philippines would try to con out of you, as they always do at Airports with their residents, so, she’d have to go to another Desk to get some irrelevant document that would allow her to leave. Whilst she got that sorted, I got Lee checked in, as he was so keen, although, this time, of course, he’d be checking in Luggage. By Luggage, of course, I mean Booze. He’d even got me to carry some of it in mine 😅.
Then, it was me and my Parents turn. As the three of us were part of the same Ticket, this simplified things and made checking us in fairly simple. That didn’t stop my Dad having some stripper Luggage that kept wanting to open its zips. I recall three times, stretching over to close one of the zips before it finally was sent to the Plane. It was then, whilst our Tickets were being printed, Hannah returned, ready to check herself in. I made it very clear, to my Mum, not to lose the Tickets this time, then began the process of checking Hannah in. Now she’d paid for the “magic document”, she checked in the same way, as me. Then, came the next challenge, leaving through Immigration.
Immigration, to Baggage control
Like most Countries, when you leave the Philippines, you report it to the Airline, then, the next step is the Country letting you out. For us Brits, of course, we’re going home, so there’s no real issues. Get a simple stamp, goodbye, then, that’s it. That didn’t stop my Parents taking, for some reason, about 10 minute to get through the interview. I’ve no idea what they must have said. I went up to mine, they took a quick snap, stamped my pass, I said thank you, that was it. So, no idea what my Parents were doing. Lee went through quickly, too.
The one that was expected to take longest was Hannah. Though, amazingly, still not as long as my Parents, I don’t know why, either. The last time Hannah had left to visit the UK, she’d had someone behind one of these Desks who scammed her to getting a Document you only need if you are on a long term Visa in another Country. As she was, and, currently, still is, on a Tourist Visa, this shouldn’t have been required, and, after evidence requested and obtained, it wasn’t. So, basically, I was waiting, very close to the Desk Hannah was at, both of us armed in case they made up some rubbish to make it not go through. Thankfully, she was let through as due process, so, we both went through Baggage collection together.
As Hannah had wasted the entire day being slow packing, then, going somewhere they all should have gone before this day, she was hungry. So, she left me and Lee, who was still waiting for my Parents, at this point, to look for something to eat. In the end, she couldn’t find anything decent. Then, finally, after their decade long conversations, my Parents went through Baggage … Mum went through fine, OK… Dad? Yeahhhh, he got stopped, Bag was put in the side. Could only happen to him. Turns out he’d brought a Spray deodorant, which, working in an Airport (after this Flight, I don’t even believe he did, anymore), he should be aware that these are Fire hazards so can’t be brought. Deodorant binned, he was, then, able to get through.
Thanks to Hannah delaying everything, we didn’t, really, have any time, to get anything to Drink or eat. That didn’t stop my Family, and Lee, trying. By the time I realised what they were doing, I walked over to the Bar they’d gone to, to them complaining they weren’t being served. I’m not sure what they were doing for the last 5 minutes, but, I just clocked the man behind the counter, and they were able to get served fairly immediately. My Parents made it clear, they wanted a Beer. They’d have to rush it, though, as our Flight was actually, by the point they got it, already boarding Customers for Business Class. Although, I will say, you can literally see the Gate for our Flight, from where we were sat, it’s a very small Airport, so, wouldn’t be too bad even if their Zone was called, as they could just finish it off whilst the queue dies down.
Different seats
One thing that was important to make clear to everyone, was that we were all in different Seats. My Parents would be next to each other in an Extra Leg Room Seat, then, Lee, had his own Seat elsewhere. Me and Hannah had tried something new, trying out one of the Seats all the way at the back of the Plane. Turns out, Emirates offer some dual-Seats near the end. One thing that was rather ironic about these Seats, incredibly, was that we had more room than I’d had on the Extra Leg Room Seats I’d taken on the way to Cebu. So, here I was, expecting a poor 12 hour Flight, when, in reality, it was better Seats.
Me and Hannah, ironically, would be the first of us all, to board the Plane. So, I reminded every one of their Zones, where the queue was, probably like I was talking to a 5 year old, but, you know, I wanted to make sure they were all set. Then, me and Hannah headed off. We wouldn’t see any of them again, until landing in Dubai.
Time to board the Plane
It’s pretty important to remember, this would, not only, be the first time I’ve left the Philippines without having to say goodbye to Hannah, but, also, be the first time I’ve ever flown with Hannah by my side. It was, honestly, just incredible to have her right there with me. For some reason, there was a man just laid down, then sat down, outside the Plane. No idea why, no idea what he was doing, but, certainly made for amusing viewing. Then, it was finally time for the Flight to begin. This was the very long Flight, from Cebu to Clark, then, Clark to Dubai. Surprisingly, no delays on this one.
Despite being the longest Flight we would take, it just seemed to fly by … no pun intended. Only annoyance was some selfish Frenchman who, eventually, got moved. Was pretty wild, as well, that a lot of the Crew, were sitting on the Seats behind us. Having Hannah by my side, though, on the Flight, was just such a release. I, quite literally, had everything I needed right next to me. This was the first time ever leaving the Philippines, actually, flying in general, where I wasn’t worried about Hannah, sad about leaving Hannah, impatient about seeing her; it was so new to me, but, adds to the infinite list of how I know I need her for the rest of my life.
A stress-free transfer in Dubai ??
If you know anything about the experience of flying with Emirates, you’ll know that the Dubai Airport is, quite frankly, the worst Airport in the world. It’s too big, it’s too disorganised, and the Flights are booked in a way where you’re expected to travel 15 minutes in about 30 seconds. As much as Hannah mocks my Guides I gave her, Lee, mentioned, he was very happy I did, as he’d be lost if he didn’t know about the Trains, which are not obvious!
The journey to the Philippines, was the worst experience I’ve ever had in Dubai, so, this was never really gonna beat that, but, it still had its fair share of oddities. Once me and Hannah left the Flight, as we were at the back, we were last to leave, my Parents and Lee were waiting within a group of people who were told to wait if they were going to Manchester. I didn’t really understand why, though. Not to mention, we didn’t really have much time until we’d have to get to that Flights gate. After a few minutes of the, typical, zero communication, I’d had enough. So, I took lead and led everyone to what the first-ever, stress free Baggage collection … I know, well done… Dad 😅.
The rush around get’s a bit too much for my Dad
As much as I would have loved to have run to the McDonalds and got something to eat, we really didn’t have time. Plus, we’d wasted time at the waiting area, for, what seems like, no reason at all. Your first step in the Emirates Airport, once you’ve passed the Baggage control, is to go back upstairs, to where all the Stores are, to then, find a lift that goes downstairs, where you walk again to the Trains, catch the Trains, then, once at the right area, go, again, back upstairs, and run to your Gate … Simple, right?
My Dad was really struggling, with all of this. Whilst it’s funny to look back on, the sight of him struggling to get his Watch on whilst simultaneously trying to jog across the Airport, was rather understandably stressful. I have full confidence that no one really thought we’d need to hurry up, but, once we made it to our Gate and it was already at “Final Call”, that convinced everyone I was doing this for a reason.
We went passed the Desks, I praised my Mum for not losing her Ticket, then aided my Family through the Ticket sliding doors. Then, we board, right? Well… despite the initial visual that we need to hurry up, that didn’t stop Emirates putting us all in to an area, where you’d expect to board the Plane, to, just have us aimlessly waiting around again. This led to us meeting another woman who was traveling to the UK, who discussed, mostly with my Parents, about her annoyances with Emirates as an Airline.
We all went for a quick Toilet break, then, before we knew it, it was time to board. This time, unlike the first Flight, we would all be on the same Row, in the same part of the Plane. That was the plan, anyway…
A stress-free flight to the UK, nearly wasn’t!
When you have to go on a Transit Flight, if there’s one Flight you are really worried about getting a delay, it’s the first one as that, obviously, has a negative impact on everything to come. The second Flight, if it’s delayed, it’s kind of like, well, we’re just a bit later. Surprisingly, none of our Flights were majorly delayed coming back to the UK, maybe Hannah is the secret to getting a better sense of reliability. This was starting to look like, this would be a smooth journey back… until, it, very nearly, almost, wasn’t!
Hannah’s seat got changed!
Once we arrived on the last Plane, this was it, this was the last Flight that my Parents and Lee, would have to endure on this Wedding adventure. This would also be, coincidently, the last Flight I’d be doing with Hannah, for a while, unfortunately. But, at least we’d all be together, right? … Well, almost not.
For some reason, and, believe me, I’d double checked before, Hannah had been moved down about 3 rows from where the rest of us were. This meant that the 4 in the middle would now be, my Dad, Mum, me, and, now, some random person. Then, the end of the row next would be Lee. This was heart wrenching. I mean, sure, it’s one Flight, Hannah would be fine, but, to lose this was just so disappointing. Then, something really weird happened. You remember that woman we spoke about, the one who was talking to us about her bad Emirates experience, well, turns out, she was the one who was changed to be sat next to me. What a mad world. This was actually really fortunate, because, now we all had this, be it, minor, connection with her, once she realised Hannah would be on her own, she agreed to swap to where Hannah had been moved, restoring our Seats back to the way they were. Yeah, phew. No idea who the heck she was, and, will likely never see her again, but, thanks a lot for that.
Finally back travelling the way we should be
I was so thankful that the crazy situation that had been encroached on us was able to be resolved, so quickly. Let’s be honest, this is a Flight to the UK, British people aren’t, typically, very giving, when it comes to doing a favour like that. But, it just so happened, that person was someone we’d previously interacted with, and, someone, who was Flying alone. You couldn’t write this stuff … yet, here I am, writing it.
Whilst it was far less fun to be travelling on traditional Economy seats, it wasn’t too long until we were finally approaching Manchester Airport and all of us arriving in the UK!
We’re here! Landing at Manchester Airport
Once we landed at Manchester Airport, that was it, at least for my Parents and Lee. They’d all flown from Manchester to Dubai, to Cebu. To then, Cebu to Clark to Dubai, to Manchester. Whilst I’ve, certainly, already mentioned how appreciative I am for them all coming for my Wedding, it really needs reiterating. It would have been nothing without them there. The whole rush syndrome we’d built up at Dubai, was finally over as we were back home so could just chill. However, Hannah, of course, had a more complex arrival.
Waiting for Hannah
Once everyone had another Toilet break, I agreed with everyone for them to wait at the Conveyors, collect all of our Luggage, whilst I wait outside a windowed door, whilst Hannah goes through International Immigration. I’ve no idea why it was so busy, this time around, but, it sure was. Obviously, being British, when the rest of us go through Immigration, we just scan our Passport, then, if your Passport is like mine, after the 90th try, you’re let through a Gate and that’s it. Hannah, would need a quick interview, before she’d be let in and stamped.
Even though, this was far from the first time Hannah had gone to the UK, being this close, yet, the ability for her to not be allowed closer, is surprisingly haunting. Even though, you know, there’s absolutely no reason why she wouldn’t just be let through after barely a minute. In the end, of course, she did, and joined me outside the Door. I was so overjoyed when she was out! This was it, let’s spend more time in the UK together!
Suspiciously wet bag … eyup
Once me and Hannah went down the steps to the Conveyors, as expected, my Parents and Lee were waiting with our Bags. I suppose, that was a minor benefit to waiting for Hannah to get through that queue. However, all was, potentially, not good, as my Bag was very wet. The first thing that came to everyone’s mind, was Lee’s drink he’d asked me to pack. Had it broken in the rough and tumble of flying?
In the end, no. Nothing was wrong in my Luggage, so, must of been a spillage, of some kind, above my bag, or, my bag took the Rain route, who knows. Regardless, all was good, so, it was time to head out.
Heading back home
Once we headed out, it was time to inform the Taxi that we had Landed, then, it was, actually a rather short wait, for the Taxi to arrive. For some reason, my Dad’s initial amnesia of which Terminal we were at, continued, but, me and my Mum basically kept shutting him up. For some reason he was getting really stressed for… honestly, no reason. Lee and Hannah were both asking if something had happened, but, it actually hadn’t, he was, generally stressed for no reason.
Taxi arrives to take us back
Once the Taxi arrived, we got all our Luggage … just … into the back. This Taxi was, actually, the right size for the amount of people going inside it, a refreshing change from the danger and claustrophobia of the Philippines 😂. Hannah, at this point, took the time to inform us, already, that it was too cold, because, why wouldn’t she.
Didn’t take us too long to get back to the UK. In fact, whilst I was joking with the stress-free theme of the journey back, this was about as stress free as it genuinely gets. Dropped Lee off just at the top of my road, thanked him; genuinely, mate, thanks so much for coming; then, barely a minute of journey left and there we were, back home!
Hannah’s immediate nap, our immediate interruptions!
Whilst I could have shared a picture of Hannah sleeping straight after coming back, she looked so adorable, I better not. Plus, I want my survival on Earth to not be limited to the next few seconds 😁. Hannah ended up spending a couple hours asleep. I ended up going down, for a little bit, as I’m never tired after a Flight.
Whilst, this time, people were a bit more considerate, as we’d all flown this time, it wasn’t too long until people came to greet us. Almost, immediately, upon arriving at the house, our Neighbours welcomed us home. My Mum rung up my Grandma and Uncle, though, unfortunately, there was a slight immediate interruption to many of our future plans.
My Mum, then, eventually me, became sick
I’m not sure if it was the intense water of the Banana Boat, or, the general poison that is Colon, but, my Mum was already feeling a bit under the weather at the Beach, so I’m betting on Colon. This meant that until she was better, my Grandma and Uncle wouldn’t be coming to see us. This was made even more frustrating as I ended up becoming sick, as well. It was only a bit of cold, but, it was enough to make you feel under the weather, and, more than enough, for my Grandma not to risk it. This was really annoying as one of the more immediate plans I’d had, once we arrived back in the UK was to have a big UK Celebration with my Family for our Wedding. This, due to this, was now unable to take place. Don’t get me wrong, it was only going to be like a big Meal out, but, without my Grandma and Uncle, just wouldn’t feel right. So, that was a shame.
Time to exchange gifts
The day after in the UK was very much chill, as well. A visit to the Supermarket to get a gazillion billion grains of Rice for Hannah, aside, it was time for my Family to say hi. The kids arrived, as well, so, it was time to hand over the Cebu T-Shirts which my Parents had got from that Souvenir shop during the last day. This was also, however, when my Mum realised, upon giving to my older sister, that my Dad had picked up the wrong ornament. She was, as I hinted earlier, very annoyed, as the one’s he did get, instead, looked pretty tacky. The days would follow where others would be exchanged the Gifts, too, though, unfortunately, when it came to my Grandma and Uncle, it would be, believe it or not, a few weeks, until that could happen.
END OF PART ONE: The Philippines Trip
PART TWO: The UK return and more, begins below
Settling back in to UK life
Now that the whole meet and greets were done, it was time to settle back in to the UK way of life. I’d decided, from work, to take 4 weeks off work, 2 of which had just been spent in the Philippines, but, then, 2 additional weeks with Hannah in the UK. Hannah herself, would actually be here longer than a month, but, the intention was to give us chance to still chill and do things whilst in the UK. As I mentioned previously, unfortunately, my Mum, and, eventually, me, became sick which became incredibly annoying as I wanted to do a big UK Celebration for the Wedding. But, now that me and my Mum had a cold, my Grandma and Uncle wouldn’t want to come. This also meant that for over 2 weeks, we wouldn’t even see them.
This is really frustrating as it just perfectly illustrates the level of propaganda and truly ridiculousness the last 5 years has done to so many people. Before the scamdemic of 2020+, a little wee cold or flu would never stop you seeing people, especially those who you’d not seen for weeks already. But, for some reason, everyone’s just lost their memory, became insanely gullible and now do things differently. It’s just utter madness.
Now that we would no longer be able to arrange a UK Celebration, our thoughts turned instead to giving Hannah a good time whilst we were back together in the UK. It was still feeling rather surreal that we’d flown back together, no gap between seeing Hannah in the Philippines and now her being back home, something I’m hoping will just be the norm really soon once everything is in order. Despite just leaving the Philippines behind, after that day of meet and greet after we were back, it was straight to another Jollibee 😅
Trip to Leeds, leads to a pretty substantial Jollibee comparison
Heading out on a trip to Leeds was certainly taking us back to the status quo. Of course, it was March, so, there was quite a big comparison in temperature between a Country which is well into its Summer period, and, the UK, which is certainly not. This meant, of course, Hannah was in all her layers. As I hinted at earlier in the blog, Jollibee, whilst Philippines based and originated, isn’t exactly equal abroad. In fact, I would argue, it’s far worse.
Hannah had her usual combination of orders in the multiple occasions we headed to Jollibee, from their Spaghetti, to their ChickenJoy, all of which certainly required Rice. On my first, and only, occasion, I went for a Hot Dog. One thing I will say about the UK Jollibee is, asking for a Jolly HotDog without the toppings is much easier here, you simply say “plain”, and they understand. However, despite being about 6x the price, what I got in the end was quite frankly disgusting. I’ve held softer drumsticks. Plus, as you can see in the photo, the meat inside is bright pink, hinting that it’s certainly either not been cooked right, or, it’s not exactly fit for consumption. In the Philippines, the Hot Dogs are soft, chewy and have a decent taste to them. In the UK Jollibee, which, by the way, is the most expensive in the world, it’s just bluddy awful. So, for obvious reasons, I never bought anything for myself there ever again.
Finding the best Milk Tea in the UK
In the Philippines, Coffee and Tea are certainly not as much of a staple drink as they are in the West. In the UK, for example, you’re just expected to like both. I know this is a fact, first hand, as I don’t like either, and have been repeatedly in situations where I’ve to try to explain that. It’s just, somehow, expected, that you simply must like it. No, they’re awful.
Despite, initially, believing it was a Philippines thing, one that thing Hannah likes is Milk Tea, which originated in Taiwan. For some reason, some places call it Bubble Tea to make it even more confusing. Throughout the many weeks that Hannah was in the UK, it became very apparent that Milk Tea is, basically, everywhere, if you look for it. One of the places that became a go-to place was in Leeds at Mr Tea. Although, there were certainly other places that tried, though, didn’t quite hit that mark. A Milk Tea that wasn’t even cold in Skipton, for example, certainly wasn’t a winner. More from that trip to Skipton later on.
One thing that certainly held up doing much this time around in the UK was the Weather. Wasn’t exactly the weather you’d want to do too much outdoors, however, that didn’t stop us, plus, there was quite a lot of days where the sun still came out. So, we actually did manage to get quite a few trips out, though most of the first week was spent just chilling and relaxing together.
Tropical World
Having Hannah back in the UK was honest just incredible. We were finally back together and just couldn’t wait to just spend as much time together as possible. However, unlike the last time she was here, this was Spring in the UK, so, not exactly the Weather Hannah liked to leave the house too much in. Having said that, however, the Weather was still rather warm. We’ve already travelled to multiple indoor places over the years, but, one place that we’d not gone to yet was Tropical World in Leeds. Not only did the reviews comment how warm it was inside, so, a winner there, but, also, it was convenient to get to and something new. So, time to go.
The day started off as most did, Hannah late to get ready.
Heading to Leeds
Considering how long it takes to get to Leeds, and, wanting to get quite a decent amount of time in the day, we ended up heading to Leeds around mid-day. Considering this was a Saturday, I was also rather anxious about Traffic and how busy the place might actually be, but, in the end, needn’t of worried.
Whilst the typical topic of what to eat had a very typical ring to it, I thought it best to head to Tropical World first. One thing that had started since Hannah came this time in the UK, was, whenever we were in Leeds she’s go to this Thai Noodle place. They sold Noodles boxes in multiple different sizes. Obviously, the typical Brit would be wanting Large, but, Hannah was more than settled with the Smaller boxes. Although, she was annoyed, one time, mistaking “Rice Noodles” with, what she thought it was, Noodles with Rice. But, the Noodles would come later.
Heading in to Tropical World… once we’d found the Entrance
I will say one thing, it’s not the easiest place to find, Tropical World. I mean, sure, there’s signs to where it actually is, but, we found that it was much easier to find the Exit, than it was to find the Entrance, for some reason. This led to a rather amusing merrygoround trying to figure out where the Entrance actually was. We, actually, ended up walking all the way around Tropical World, until, it became pretty clear, we were clearly going the wrong way.
In the end, we just headed into what we thought was the Exit and just looked around. This led to a perfect photo opportunity for Hannah when she noticed a decent looking Lake, which had its own water feature, so, immediate photo opportunity of mandatory nature. Par for the course when you’re with Hannah.
As you can see, it was actually quite a decent day. Sure, the clouds did have some threatening darkness, but, in the end, it was actually a decent day all throughout.
Once we found the Entrance, we headed in. The queue was huge! This got me a bit worried about it being a bit overcrowded, but, ironically, once we’d got inside, it wasn’t as bad as I expected. As for Tropical World itself? Well, let’s just say it didn’t really impress. I enjoyed it as I was with Hannah, she certainly enjoyed the much hotter feel of the place, to accommodate for the critters inside, but, once you’ve gone to quite more feature-wide places, it puts this at a pretty low-bar. It wasn’t rubbish, it was just … a bit too OK.
A lot of the tanks were empty, a lot of the spaces were actually empty. In the end, we saw one rather disappointing Crocodile, multiple bugs of unimportance and some Meerkats. Hardly worth the expense of the visit. But, it was something to do and I still had a laugh with Hannah.
Once we’d both had enough, going round the place a few times to make the most of it, we headed to the obligatory over-rated, not very good, Café, you find in places like this. Hannah got a Latte, and I got nothing as there was, quite honestly, one of the worst selection of nothingness I’ve ever seen. Once the Latte was done, Hannah christened the Toilets… then, it was time to head out.
An A-MAZE-ing Photo Op
Once we’d left Tropical World, Hannah knew exactly what she wanted to do, head out to see more of the sights she’d had a glimpse of coming in. It’s fair to say, when Hannah sees a spot she likes, you’re, pretty much, guaranteed around a gazillion (Scientific number) photos. This was emphasised by a mini-Maze area which was in the land as well. So, photo opportunities await.
This was also another chance for Hannah to incorporate her secret magic Camera techniques to get the most effective angles. One thing she loves doing is taking photos with your phone upside down, so the angle of the shot, impacts the bottom up approach with more impact. This might be due to Hannah not being the most tallest person ever, but, regardless, you can see above in the second shot, it has that really impactful effect. Although, all photos do when Hannah’s in them, there’s no denying how incredible she always looks.
Once the photos had all reached their results, to Hannah’s satisfaction, it was time to head back. Bus to Leeds, quick trip browsing around whilst we waiting for the Bus home, then, headed back. Overall, a pretty decent day out with my beautiful Wife.
Huddersfield Shopping Trip
You know, when I look at this picture, it brings back so many thoughts. I remember seeing this building when I had to get my Certificate of No Impediment legalised. It was just so incredible to see a location with so much tainted history, all of a sudden, giving me the biggest sign ever, I was doing the right thing. I mean, sure, it’s just an irrelevant building. But, it was the first thing I saw and what took my attention when I headed in, so, to now have Hannah right there next to it. It was significant, and it’s such a unique sight to behold.
One thing about Hannah, like most women, she does love to shop a good bargain, whether that’s in a retail Store, to, of course, a charity shop. During Hannah’s UK stay, she’d discovered the power that is Primark, in the UK, which certainly increased that. Multiple trips had already taken place to Leeds, to White Rose and beyond, but, Hannah was looking for a change of scenery, so, it was time to venture to the next … not great place, so, Huddersfield? Sure.
Whilst it’s fair to say Huddersfield isn’t exactly the most exciting place in the world, also, rather tainted further after the last decade, it was a change of scenery which Hannah was looking for. The day actually began in Leeds, but, once the day was beginning to get rather same-ey, it was time for a quick trip to Jollibee for Hannah to get some mandatory Spaghetti, then the long journey to Huddersfield commenced.
One of the reason why Hannah wanted to go shopping was a combination of things, for one we were planning a big trip out with my Family, so, Hannah wanted a Trench Coat for the occasion, but, also, to see if anything was available for her. We’d previously gone to Primark in Leeds, as well as everywhere else and it seemed like Leeds only had the fat people sizes, so, was time for a different look. In the end, Huddersfield came through, but, not without some … Huddersfield things, getting in the way.
Very rude Shop
After arriving in Huddersfield, the first focus for me was getting something to eat, shocker, I went to Greggs. Hannah took it about herself to basically go to every single Shop there was. Whilst, initially, it was a ‘check out every Charity shop’ mission, in the end, it became a, check out every one regardless.
Hannah knew was she was looking for, so, finding it wouldn’t be too hard, right? Well, to be fair, she was initially looking for a black waterproof Coat. Simple. On the way down the collection of shops, we came towards one with many Coats. We went inside and were immediately confronted by a woman who worked there. You know those shops where it’s clear and obvious you will never be able to just browse. Things got much worse when the owner, some random Muslim guy, showed up. He was rude, interrogating, and was trying every possible trick in the book to manipulate us to buying stuff. Hannah was almost falling for it.
Thankfully, we were able to find our escape route. Hannah did not need a Coat that was too big for her, in a colour she didn’t want, for a price that was ridiculous.
We found what we were looking for
After a very frustrating experience, the next stop was Primark. Thankfully, whilst they didn’t have a Coat, they did have a light Trench Coat in Hannah’s typical XS size. How did she look? Stunning. Hannah always does, and you’ll find out how incredible she looks later when we cover heading out. Although, whilst Hannah was planning on wearing it to the Seaside trip, the Weather meant that was not going to be, but, she’ll be wearing it later on.
Charity shop leads to deals and creepy purchase
Whilst, you could argue, we had already got what we came for, a Coat, that doesn’t change the fact that there’s more Charity Shops than ever in Huddersfield so, it was obvious we were going to end up in one … or a million and one 😂
The big purchase came from the last Charity Shop. Hannah got some pretty impressive looking black Shoes, which, suspiciously perfectly fitted her, for LITERALLY £1. Pretty incredible actually. I’m not sure if it was the £1 Shoes, or what, but, for some reason Hannah went on a purchase for things that quite honestly no one would like. This included many things, but the big one was the most disgusting and creepy baby on the planet ….
OK I maaaaayyyy have added some edits to it. But, honestly, it was soooo creepy. Hannah thought she’d get it for the Family. I think it’s fair to say that, from a long-distance video call, it looked OK, in person, though… yeahhh, creepy. I’m not even exaggerating when I say, I didn’t even want to be in the same room as this thing.
Thankfully, this was the end of the purchases. Huddersfield decided to continue to be a huge let down, by not having any Scones in the huge Tescos, then, it was time to head home. Certainly a strange day, but, one none-the-less.
Cleethorpes, with the Family
Whilst Hannah was in the UK, it was only right that we visited a Beach location. Unfortunately, the Weather wasn’t exactly in its best mood, but, with a bit of compromise we were set for a great day out. But, where would we go? Hannah had already visited Bridlington, Scarborough and Liverpool. Whilst, personally, I’d love to visit Skegness again, it’s been so long since I’ve gone out that way, instead, we chose somewhere new, Cleethorpes.
Getting to Cleethorpes would, of course, mean traveling in the Car with my Parents. After spending so long with me and my Parents, in the Philippines, it’s fair to say that Hannah was now comfortable enough to just be herself round them. The journey there wasn’t the most smooth. Whilst we arrived in Cleethorpes, my Dad made very hard work trying to find a Car Park. I’m not sure why it was so difficult for him, but, eventually that seemed to be because he needed the loo. Me, Hannah and my Mum, ended up waiting in a Car Park for some Leisure centre, for my Dad to go to the loo. The most noticeable and frustrating thing, however, was that it was raining. This was quite deflating as, well, it’s not hard to work out why this would put a sting on the day. Unfortunately, the rain, whilst it did stop for some moments, didn’t really ever bate. But, we made the most of what we had on the day.
Figuring out digital Parking
Once we found a place to Park, it was time to … well, Park. As is becoming regular in many locations, Parking isn’t as simple as going to some dodgy machine and tapping your time, now, it’s all online. My Parents struggled, so, in the end, I had to take over.
To be fair, I found it rather easy to do. You simply get your Car Registration, sign up for the website, input your times, then Pay. Done. One thing that was quite good, was, once it got to the final hour, it warned you that it was time to return, or, get more time. In the end, we didn’t.
Quick breakfast for them, a disappointing snack for us.
We ended up Parking fairly outside of Cleethorpes. Surrounding us was a main road, as well as, what appeared to be a Park like area with its own miniature Railway. If it wasn’t ridiculously priced, we might have gone on it … although, it’s probably more for kids. What was also nestled in the Car Park was a little place to get a Snack and Drink. I saw this as an opportunity to perhaps get myself some Doughnuts, whilst Hannah was considering getting some Waffles with Ice Cream.
My Parents, however, weren’t in the mood for a Snack and wanted something a bit more considerable. So, in the end, ended up crossing the Road where there was a Pub. Luckily for them, they were just in time to get a Breakfast. So, they had a, rather over-priced, English breakfast. There was nothing on the Menu that me or Hannah wanted, so, we left them there for us to get the Snacks we were thinking about.
As you can see, the Weather sure wasn’t on our side, during the day, and, unfortunately, neither was the Food. The Doughnuts were absolutely disgusting and Hannah was not a fan of what she got either. So, in the end, a complete waste of money. So, if you ever find yourself in Cleethorpes and you see that location, avoid. Although, to be fair, my Mum got an Ice Cream before we left, and said it was nice. Though, I guess she’s lower standards 😅.
Heading to the Beach area
Once we were all filled, well, my Parents were, it was time to walk on to Cleethorpes. We ended up walking by the Beach side. We went past multiple Fish and Chips shops, some, which, maybe we should have kept note of. Whilst walking across the main area, we went past a pretty awesome looking water feature.
Whilst the flow of the Water was a great Photo opportunity, it also highlights the rather gloomy looking day it, unfortunately, was. Despite this, however, we were still doing our best to have a laugh, so, it was only natural now to head to the Beach area itself.
Whilst the Beach was actually very nice, there’s no denying that rain and breeze doesn’t work well with a Beach. Despite this, however, we still had a laugh on the Beach. Me and Hannah headed on to the Beach together, then, we were eventually joined by my Mum. My Dad wasn’t in the mood to join us on the Beach, as usual.
As was the case when me and Hannah went to Scarborough, for the first time, it was clear to see that Cleethorpes was out of season, so, most of the events weren’t on, but, we still had a decent time. We walked by some of the more expensive Pier side Restaurants, got some additional pictures, then started walking further on. We noticed some Donkeys on the Beach, which, just like when we were in Blackpool, made Hannah want to ride one. But, just like in Blackpool, and everywhere, these are reserved for Kids so… sorry Hannah 😂. Having said that, she’s so petite and light, she might have been fine.
Hannah tries Crazy Golf ⛳️
With a rather gloomy rainy day, Hannah was finally getting the full British Holiday experience 😂, you can’t beat a bit of Rain, damp Beaches and disappointing Snacks and events. Thankfully, for Hannah, she’s experienced British Holidays in a more Summer experience, but, there was one thing reminiscent of a British Holiday which Hannah had not tried yet, Crazy Golf.
Unlike regular Golf, Crazy Golf takes the formula and adds to it a collection of Windmills, obstacles and all sorts of extras to the mix. Plus, if anything, it’s a lot more fun. Whilst the rain didn’t really stop, continuing with that fine-rain that gets you wet, we all had Coats, so, could be worse. Upon arriving though, I was almost not going to go due to not having any Cash, but, thankfully, they supported Card, so, we all went for it.
We ended up having so much fun with Crazy Golf. Not only did me and my Mum manage to get a Hole in One, incredibly, so did Hannah! My Dad, however, who likes to consider himself an expert, mysteriously didn’t for some reason, hmm. Whilst it was annoying that the ones in front of us were very slow, so, spent quite a bit of time waiting for them to finish, it was such a laugh. We all didn’t take ourselves seriously, just had a great time. As it had rained, me and my Dad had the Role of putting our fingers in the soaking wet Golf holes, but, apart from that was all good.
A final disappointing Meal
Once we’d finished with the Crazy Golf, it was time for a once-over around Cleethorpes. This resulted in my Dad, somehow, getting us lost, looking around for somewhere to eat. This is where I was hinting, at the start, that we should have kept note of where we were passing.
It was, however, during looking for somewhere to eat, whilst having some unsuccessful locations, the rain decided it was time to get heavy. Whilst we had an Umbrella shared between us, we all still got wet. We ended up rushing ourselves over to an Indoor Fish and Chips shop not far from the Train Station in Cleethorpes. I say Train Station, in reality it was just 2 sides of Trains going to one direction.
Once inside, in the end, Hannah ended up getting some “Baby” Fish and Chips, I got some Chips, and my Parents got some Fish and Chips too. This ended up being very disappointing, to say the least. Hannah wasn’t as bothered as the rest of us as the Philippines eat Fish with eyes and scales, but, I was not impressed that, yes, it had skin and bones. The Chips weren’t very nice, either, so, yeahhhhhh today was not going well when it came to Food.
Heading back to the Car
After a day of disappointments in regard to the Food, unfortunate rainy Weather, it’s fair to say that the day had all the ingredients to be pretty rubbish, but, it really wasn’t. Obviously, the day would have been better in the Summer, but, was all good.
On the walk back to the Car, Hannah was getting pretty cold, which led to a moment where my Dad passed over his pretty heavy Coat. Hannah commented on how impressed she was with how warm my Dads Coat was, which, I think she quickly regretted. This led to a pretty long conversation about the special feathers contained within the Coat and how much better they were for keeping things warm. Hannah learned the technique of acting interested. Despite this, I still think she wants a Coat like that, at some point, though, maybe not as heavy.
Now back at the Car, just under an hour left on the Digital Parking, car not clamped so I did it right, it was time to head back for a smooth journey home… almost.
Quite the roadblock
Whilst the journey home seemed to be going rather smoothly, for some reason by the time we got around the Birstall side, the entire Road just stopped. Everything was stood still. Whilst, for most people who’ve been stuck in roadblocks, an hour won’t seem like a long time, it was quite long for us as we’d just had a very long day and we just wanted to get back. My Dad took a risk, which didn’t pay off, trying to get off at an earlier junction, this, unfortunately, led to a ring road completely deadlocked.
Thankfully, eventually, we were able to get through, and get home. It wasn’t even that clear what was causing it, until we went past a closed lane, so, likely a crash. Once back, Hannah was completely dead, was already sleeping on most the journey back, so headed upstairs to sleep … or, so I thought. Hannah is always sleepy, until any opportunity for a Movie, so, she was miraculously alive, so, Movie, Scones and Milk it was 😁!
Hannah’s new found obsessions: Cherry Blossoms and the Beret!
Whilst it would be a lie to say that me and Hannah have many things in common when it comes to likes etc, one thing we do share is a love of Japanese culture. With me, obviously, that’s mostly… OK pretty much exclusively, in regard to Pokémon, with Hannah that’s more attributed to Studio Ghibli. This has been something we’ve shared with each other over the times we’ve spent together, watching every Ghibli movie, including watching the latest, The Boy and the Heron, in the Cinema, with the rest online.
One thing that Japan is also known for is its Cherry Blossom trees. There’s parks, a plenty, in Japan featuring these and Hannah … and, seemingly everyone from the Philippines, is, for some reason, obsessed with them. Whilst, it wasn’t clear at the start, as they’re not something I’ve really paid much attention to, Cherry Blossoms are actually rather common in the UK. However, they are seasonal. Being this was the first time Hannah had been in the UK, in March and April, this was the first time she’d seen them here.
This would mean that during Hannah’s stay in the UK, Cherry Blossoms would play a very big part in photo opportunities, whether that’s on the very street I live, trips out, one of which we’ll get to later, and more. Hannah wasn’t the only Filipina obsessed with Cherry Blossom tree’s in the UK, though. One of the Filipina’s she’d met whilst being here, was also obsessed with them, which created a very awkward moment to see from a distance of them climbing up a small tree in Tesco carpark to get a scenic view. … I swear, they’re weird are those Philippines lot, sometimes 😁
But, it wasn’t just Cherry Blossoms which became Hannah’s big talking point, in comes something French??
On one of our many trips out to Leeds, it happened. Hannah went online doing the TikTok rounds of ultimate randomness and discovered the Beret. That’s right, something commonly associated with old people, or the traditional French, it was certainly a very random thing to be interested in. Finding one, however, was proving to be quite the challenge. Obviously, whilst there’s plenty of places online who will happily send you one for a ridiculous price, it was clear it would be better to find somewhere physical to try them. Not only as I’m not sure if Hannah at the time really wanted one. Turns out, she did.
We ended up finding a Beret in Leeds Market. It’s fair to say that the Shop keeper was very confused as to why it was something Hannah wanted, but, this wouldn’t be the only Beret Hannah would purchase, ohh no. This would just be the start of a collection. OK, just red and purple, but, you get the idea. Their wasn’t many to choose from, but, if you can believe it, the only reason Hannah went out searching far and wide across Huddersfield for that Trench coat, was to complete the picture she’d found online of a woman in a Trench coat supporting a Beret. TikTok is a dangerous thing. After going back and forth, Berets obtained, it was time to move forward. Hannah would be supporting the Beret in another future trip, we’ll get to shortly.
You see, she’s always thinking about the next area of potential photo opportunities. Although, unfortunately, by this time, this wouldn’t be for some time as it was, at this point, time to return to reality.
Back to Work, whilst Hannah continues to get used to the UK
Unfortunately, as much as I’d of loved to have spent every moment without it, life must go on, so, after, what was a month at this point, I had to return to work. I know I’ve covered this before, but, it’s just absolutely insane just how much more weird it is to be at work, whilst Hannah is still in the UK. It makes no sense, whatsoever, but, somehow I miss her even more when she’s just a few miles away, than when she’s thousands and thousands. I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s because she’s so close by, so accessible; so near, yet, so far. If she’s in the Philippines, whilst I’m in the UK, there’s no way, no matter what happens during that day, I’m going to be able to see her in-person; but, when we’re this close, that mindset of, why am I here when I could just stay at home with her, sets in.
For obvious reasons, I didn’t do that. I did go through the entire days of work, so, life, at work, at least, just went on, as per. Obviously, the conversation of my time away was at the forefront of everything that was said. I’m normally a very reserved person, not someone who likes to share personal details, anecdotes, etc, but, this was different. This was something I was proud of, something I was, actually, excited to share about. Even if, who I was sharing with, was that important to me, or not. It’s a real first in my life. For over 9 years I wasted my life away in a relationship I can say, with great confidence, I was ashamed of, so, to be in a situation now where I’m just so proud, so open, so excited and, everyone’s with me on the journey… it’s just incredible to me.
I, of course, thanked them, again, for the unique t-shirt they made, explaining that, yes, indeed, that does happen and did happen at my Wedding. What was disappointing, however, was that our Wedding Photos were not all ready, at this point. So, we didn’t have everything to show off. But, we still had the highlights, which everyone was … OK, just the women, really, the men didn’t care 😅 … interested to check out. Everyone was commenting on just how beautiful and incredible Hannah looked, something no one could ever deny, how hilarious and stupid some of the photoshoots were, and, they really were, and just the everything else. Whilst, I wasn’t necessarily a fan of my colour of Suit, which, too, made a comment, it was just so incredible to have everyone with me on such an amazing time.
“You’re probably wishing you were right home with her”… ohh, indeed I was. But, when the work day finally reached its end, I was back with my beautiful Wife! … Sure, knackered from work, but, when I’m with Hannah. Who cares, I’m happy.
Hannah did WHAT to the Cake?
Whilst, it most certainly sucked to be apart from Hannah, whilst being in the office whilst she was getting used to the UK on her own, it wasn’t without its moments. As typical, there was the obligatory calls home featuring my Parents, occasionally, awkwardly. And, as expected, it included the usual Charity Shop haul at the end of the day, meeting her just outside my final Stop, or, meeting her in Leeds before heading back.
There was one occasion, however, when my Mum was baking a Victoria Sponge. This has become almost a thing we all do, at this point. However, thanks to some, unknown misunderstandings on Hannah’s part, she certainly found her way to ruin it. As always when you bake a Cake, you do the base first, then you work on the fillings. So, whilst the Sponge base was being cooled, Hannah for some reason spoke to my Mum about the Cake, resulting in her having a piece of it before it’s ready. As you can imagine, my Mum was, naturally, NOT happy about this. I just remember Hannah messaging me saying ohh I’ve just a piece of your Mums cake. Now, at first I was like ohhh that’s nice. But, for a second, I was like… wait, how? When I got home, I found out how my Mum was annoyed, but, afraid to tell Hannah about it. So, I’d to explain. This became a running joke between us, but, yeah she was not impressed. Thankfully, it was recoverable, even if it did mean it was a dodgy shape.
Ironically, once reshaped, set, and filled with Strawberry and fresh Cream, coated in Icing Sugar; Hannah then tried the Cake how it was meant to be and… still didn’t like it. Which is weird as all the Cakes in the Philippines taste like gone-off shite, so, you’d think the opposite. Have said that, the kids like the taste of Supermarket Cakes full of unnatural crap and lack of real Sugar, so, maybe it’s just the generation of preferring rubbish over fresh.
Although, me and Hannah would make an attempt at making a Cake she was much more happy with. But, as is becoming a thing, at this point in the blog, that’s coming up later.
Never trust anyone, especially well established Retail Stores 😅
For those who don’t know, Hannah decided it was a good idea, when she was here, to lose one half of her AirPods, on a bus. This meant, and, still means, she only has her left AirPod in possession. Now, whilst I could order a replacement, the cost of a replacement, is around 70-80% the price of buying a new pair, plus, it was kind of her fault, so, that’s something she’ll have to deal with.
In the meantime, however, there was a solution we could do. Whilst, we went back and forth on it, in the end, ending up getting Hannah two things. A headphone adapter, so, she could use any 3.5mm headphones with her iPhone, then, a pair of Apple EarPods, cos, she’s one of the rare few people that actually like those. It was those, however, that created a bit of issue. I decided to get them from Curry’s PC World, not only because they were slightly cheaper than the Apple Store, but, also, cos, they were convenient. Simple, right? WRONG!
This is no lie, this is what they looked like when I got home. I purchased these from an established retailer, so, why would I look inside to check they’d not given me ones without any inside. This was a joke. Obviously, I was not traipsing back to Leeds now, will have to do it another time, but, was pretty frustrating.
What made it kind of concerning, but, also, rather hilarious, wasn’t that it happened, but, the reaction from the Staff. They literally just went, ohhh yeah that happens a lot, here! Wait, what??? It’s common to buy things in Curry’s PC World in Leeds and not get anything in the box?! Due to this unbelievable reaction, a quick swap was done, she had some EarPods now, and all is good.
Small gift from my Dad
During the proceedings, my Dad actually had some Earphones he doesn’t particular like or use, they were literally unopened, so, he decided to give those to Hannah, in the meantime. Of course, these had a 3.5mm headphone jack, hence why I ended up spending a very small expense, on Apples adapter. Not before wasting my money on a 3.5mm headphone adapter from Home Bargains which DOESN’T work. …. ughhh, who thought legacy Audio devices would be so stressful. As expected, should of got it from the horses mouth, I did, so, we’re all good now.
Trip to Pugneys with my Parents = Windy, and, very disappointing
With me back to working, it certainly began to limit what we both could do together whilst she was here. It also meant that if we were going to go anywhere, it would now have to be on the very limited days we had left over the weekends to come. My family took it upon themselves to suggest and take us to two different places, on separate occasions, the first of which was certainly not one that me or Hannah were that impressed with, Pugneys.
Pugneys is a country park, just outside of Wakefield, so, in terms of guaranteed form of entertainment, it was hardly going to sell many along, but, for whatever reason, we decided to go with it. The end result, was a swamp of puddles due to the recent rainy Weather, it so happened to be during some quite intense wind, and… well, it was just shit. It did have a miniature Train going across, which… was never really going to interest Hannah as she’s not 5 years old. Hannah was already not in the most happiest of moods as it was that time, so, this day out was very likely not what she wanted to do, so, was generally a very disappointing day.
Revitalising my like to, and, introducing Hannah to, Crumpets
You know it’s bad when the only thing you remember of significance on a day out is something that takes place in the average over-priced Café at the end. Once we’d finished the walk around of literal boredom, we headed to the, just about to, close Café. My Parents got themselves a Coffee… although, my Dads had a disappointing twist… Hannah got herself a Latte and some Crisps. I decided, however, to go out there and get myself something to snack on and get myself a couple of Crumpets. Surprisingly, Hannah had never heard of Crumpets. Whilst, I don’t think they were necessarily the best Crumpets, it did ignite that want to have some Crumpets. This also set off Hannah’s curiosity to try something new.
So, following up from this, the day after, I ended up getting a couple packs of Crumpets from Tesco, which are, surprisingly cheap. Hannah said they were yummy, and they became the next staple of things I would be eating.
That’s… NOT the sugar, Dad
One thing that was rather incredible about the trip in the Café was a bit of a disappointing twist for my Dad. For some reason, only my Dad can explain, he decided to mistake the Brown Sugar for his Coffee with … Brown Sauce!!! Yeah… So, it’s fair to say, his Coffee had quite the twist when it came to its flavour. So, certainly an amusing end of the day.
Whilst I personally thought my Crumpets were a bit overcooked, I don’t think anyone could compare to the disappointment of a Coffee with Brown Sauce 😁.
It was a shame that the first Saturday, after a week of working, had resulted in such a disappointing day, I was determined to do what I could to improve the next ones, for sure.
Asian cuisine at my Sisters, with a little Wedding gift
Whilst, it’s fair to say the trip to the Philippines was massive when it comes to Hannah getting to know my Parents much better, the four of us are now all really close, which is just incredible to me. Hannah gets on perfectly well with my Grandma and Uncle, and was very keen to see them which we most certainly will be. She also gets on well with my eldest Sister, not just due to the kids loving Hannah to bits. However, when it comes to my other Sister, Hannah’s had far less interaction, which I think was the bigger reason why she’s so keen to make days out with Hannah and me. Last time, Hannah spent the day there with the Barbecue, embarrassing James with her ability to withstand spices better than anyone, this time, it was all about Asian cuisine.
Rice, with Spice, for Hannah … Fish fingers and fries for me, thanks 😁
For obvious reasons, Asian cuisine is not the cuisine for me. I’m very much a traditional guy, I know what I like, and… well, I know what I don’t which is … everything else. So, whilst Hannah, my Mum, Rachael and James had the Asian foods, me and my Dad, not so much. Well, to be honest, my Dad didn’t have anything, kind of made it pointless as to why he turned up, in the end, more a Taxi driver really.
As is traditional for my sister, she was watching Harry Potter for the nineteenth-millionth time. Eventually, that was swapped with some random Netflix film, then, mid-way through whilst we were all starting to put up with the plot, it was changed to something random else. Then, it was time to eat.
I ended up having some fried Fish Fingers and some actually very nice Fries. Ended up, as a result of this visit, making them a regular Supermarket purchase, I think they’re some random blokes name brand Fries. One thing that was rather, both, frustrating and hilarious, was the fact that my Food was ready before Hannah’s so, she decided to basically eat all my Food. She was regularly stealing my Fries, she had a piece of my Fish, was like “heeyyyy”, this ain’t yours. Eventually, Hannah and the rests food was ready, so, I had the ability to eat my own.
A Wedding Photo Gift
One thing that happened during the evening at my Sisters was the small Wedding Gift, a custom Photo frame, which I’ve since added a picture of me and Hannah from our Wedding into. I actually really like the Photo frame, it’s not garish, it’s not too out there, it’s just nice and classy and looks great to me. So, whilst I think it’s fair to say, none of us really felt like going out for the evening, was certainly happy with the Frame.
House-sitting Weekend looking after Rex and Cinder
After the events of the previous weekend, it was certainly my determination to make sure that the next weekend wasn’t the same boring disappointing day out. Whilst, I think Hannah would have preferred to have had a big day out going somewhere, one thing led to another and before we knew it, their was the offer of house-sitting and looking after my eldest Sister, Louise’s dog and cat. Looking after Rex, a sheepdog, and Cinder, black cat, is certainly eventful, but, of course, this is far from the first time I’ve done this, as those in the know of my history will know. Whilst the significance of the event wasn’t really in my mind, at the time, it was rather crazy that the next time I’d be doing it would be with my new Wife.
This was also a perfect opportunity to spend some time with Hannah, we’d have a full weekend, from Friday evening, to Sunday, together in the house with Rex and Cinder. I think it’s fair to say Hannah was taken aback by just how active and crazy Rex was, more of a fan of the aging Cinder. But, being a very jealous Dog, Rex would always make sure he was the centre of attention, although, so would Cinder.
Whilst the last time I looked after Rex and Cinder, was the point spent 80% alone confirming the end of my relationship, this time, it was spend throughout, with the woman I love. I think it’s fair to say, Hannah proved herself to not being a big Dog lover, now having her own pet Cat, it was still fun spending time with them all. Even if, in the end, Hannah was more interested in watching some Movies or otherwise 😁.
Whilst, I don’t think me and Hannah had the best weekend we could have, she would have happily spent the day out and about some random Town or going to a Charity Shop, likely, to get more Beret varieties, we still spent a lot of us-time together, between the moment of the Pet sitting, so, I was happy to have that time with her. This was also a perfect opportunity for some TikTok moments, this is Hannah, after all;
A sad, bittersweet moment
Once the weekend was closed, everyone came back home, distracting the Dog, allowing us to leave with no real fuss. Me and Hannah made it back home and we spent the rest of the night chilling together. Something which is rather sad, unfortunately, is that, since we returned, in fact, since Hannah returned, unfortunately Cinder has since died. So, it turns out that, whilst spending time with Rex and Cinder, it would be one of her last weeks alive. Crazy, really.
Don’t take this the wrong way, but, I’m just glad that didn’t happen whilst we were looking after them, would’ve always felt responsible, even if we’d of had absolutely nothing to do with it. But, yeah, it’s a shame that Cinder has died, but, she sure lived a long life and I’m sure Rex enjoyed the peace.
Me and Hannah … slightly, bake Cake!
During Hannah’s stay in the UK, it was a perfect opportunity for me and Hannah to try new things together. In this instance it was the chance of baking a Cake. In the end, me and Hannah ended up baking two Cakes. The first Cake, admittedly, was more a case of making up for Hannah buggering up my Mum’s last Cake. So, in the end, we baked a Sponge Cake and, later on, a Chocolate Cake.
Victoria Sponge Cake
In light of unintentionally destroying my Mums unfinished one, it was time for me and Hannah to make up for it by baking our own Sponge Cake. Now, to be fair, I say me and Hannah with quite a bit of compliment towards Hannah as, in reality, it was mostly me that did it with some added touches.
One thing which Hannah was required for was cracking the Eggs. For some reason, that’s always been a challenge for me 😅. Once the Eggs were cracked and we were in a position with the Sponge mix in a bowl with the oil, water, and everything else required, it was time to put it in the Oven and come back to it later. We began to watch a Movie, then, came down to inspect the results. Surprisingly, everything appeared to have worked out pretty well. But, a Victoria Sponge isn’t just Sponge, we’ve still Cream and Jam to go. So, once the Sponge was dried and separated, it was time to thicken the cream, then prepare the Jam.
Thickening the Cream was done with some Fresh Cream, none of that artificial crap, and using some machine which looks like some dodgy woman’s sex toy, to correct the Cream. This took ages, but, eventually the cream was thick enough to spread, and, as you can see, things were looking pretty good.
Once it was time, me and Hannah came downstairs and finished the rest. Hannah helped me spread the Jam and Cream on the Cake, it was actually starting to look pretty nice, I must say. Was rather proud of what we’d managed to do. Hannah then thought, why not add a little unique twist to it, so, yes, the Cake ended up having its own face. So, once the icing Sugar was added to finish the Cake, it looked … a bit weird, but, as you’d expect. This was then tried by me and my Family and I have to say, everyone was a pretty big fan … except Hannah.
Yeah, for some reason, Hannah wasn’t a fan of this Cake either. I think it’s because Cakes in the Philippines aren’t fresh, so, when you’re used to that kind of flavour, your mind is poisoned to expect worst, because, honestly, Cakes in the Philippines are quite honestly disgusting. So, Cake done … but, this wouldn’t be the only Cake we’d be making.
We baked a Chocolate Cake too
Unlike when we did the Sponge Cake, my Mum had never tried making a Chocolate Cake, meaning, I was pretty much, on my own with this one. But, as Hannah didn’t like the Sponge Cake, as she’s strange, I thought it would be worth making a Cake she might. Hannah didn’t really contribute much to this Cake, I’m not sure if that’s the reason it didn’t really work out.
For context, this was a lot later in Hannah’s stay when I made a Chocolate Cake, pretty much on her last full day, but, thought it was best to add them both here so, can focus on rest of our adventures after this.
One benefit of making the Chocolate Cake, we didn’t need to worry about any Cream or Jam to prepare in the end.
But, once the Cake was completed, let’s just say I made some errors of judgement with the included Chocolate Icing. On the instructions, it says add water, but, clearly, I added too much. This meant that the Cake was certainly watery. However, despite this, once it had setted, it was actually really surprisingly nice. And, more importantly, Hannah was a big fan too, so, when Hannah returns to the UK, it’s Chocolate Cake time for her 😁.
Big day out, and, trip to, Sheffield
One of the problems which I had when Hannah was staying in the UK, during March and April, was finding somewhere we could both go to, Weather permitting, that she’d never gone to before, that isn’t entirely outdoors. Whilst, later, we would still end up going somewhere rather outdoorsy, despite the Weather, everywhere else Hannah wanted to check out in the UK really needed a decent temperature. So, looked around online, and came across somewhere that even I, personally, have never actually been to, Sheffield. Well, to be clear, I’ve been to Meadowhall, but, does that really count? Not really. Maybe, one day, we’ll both end up going to Meadowhall, it’s a huge multi-story Shopping Center, so, someone from the Philippines where SM’s are everywhere, will probably feel like home 😅.
The Journey to Sheffield
But, a Shopping Centre was not where we were going, it turns out, we actually had quite a big full day in Sheffield, so, was time to head out. In light of Hannah taking about a million hours to get ready, I knew I would have to get up early to prepare for the day. Thankfully, I, somehow, managed to get her up at a time which meant we were in Leeds train station for lunch. As is always tradition, got some fresh Croissants, Hannah’s now a fan of the Orange that I get from Sainsburys, and make a mistake of trying some new custard bun… thing, which, she confirmed was disgusting.
Didn’t take us too long to arrive in Sheffield, the journey was pretty straightforward. Once we arrived in Sheffield, I discovered some pretty rubbish state of affair Toilets, that’s for sure, so, it was clear this wasn’t the most nicest of places to go. But, despite this, quite a full eventful day was ahead. We headed outside, to quite a collection of water features, clearly someone was obsessed when architecting the City. Of course, this meant, being Hannah, this meant a wide range of photo opportunities… naturally.
Agenda for the day, was, actually rather worked out, before we headed out, though, some of them weren’t as successful. Though, I was rather interested in checking out the Video Game Museum. So, that was the first major stop.
But, not before a little look around. There was quite a few indoor random locations in Sheffield, one here St Pauls, which looked really impressive, despite being rather small, though, Hannah wasn’t that impressed. So, whilst we were going to go to some Art place, Hannah decided not to. So, in the end, we’d have a brief stop at the Cathedral, before it was time to head to the Museum.
Sheffield Cathedral
One of the places that Hannah was wanting to visit was the big Cathedral in Sheffield. Getting there, though, would mean walking through Sheffield, which made it very clear that it’s not that nice of a place really. Not only have you got pathetic idiots screaming Palestine, you’ve a wide range of road blocks in the way whilst the City is being repaired. Walked past a collection of potential eating establishments for Hannah, none of which were explored, we went in a Lidl for, no apparent reason, and had a look a the Tram lines. All very exciting times. Except, not really.
The Cathedral was actually rather grand, to be honest. Unlike the ridiculousness of York, you don’t have to pay to visit this one. It was also rather quiet, which meant that we could truly explore without having to worry about people being in the way. Obviously, this isn’t a Catholic location, this is owned by the Church of England, however, that didn’t stop Hannah from respecting the location and checking out its sites and respect. Makes sense, I mean, it’s the same God.
My role throughout the visit to the Cathedral was similar to my role throughout any religious locations … the photographer. Surprisingly, Hannah was thankfully ready to leave at a rather acceptable amount of time, so, in the end, I didn’t mind it.
A very disappointing Video Game Museum
Despite being the most anticipated places to check out, or, at least, for me, it was a collection of mixed emotions when it came to the Video Game Museum. I’m not the biggest Gamer in the world, but certainly followed the works of SEGA to Nintendo, to beyond, so, was certainly intrigued by what it could offer. What I was certainly, not expecting, was to go to a “Video Game Museum”, which turned out to be some disappointing small warehouse of, mostly, not working, Consoles and Computers.
Yeah, it’s fair to say, this was a very underwhelming place to visit, which, for the price, should have been much better. Maybe, I’m expecting too much, but, it’s pretty hard to deny how garbage it was. Their was like two PlayStation’s, most of which didn’t work, all the Nintendo stuff were busily in use, then, once you’d past them, their was little to nothing left.
Pokémon outfit, for use
One thing that was pretty awesome, though, at the Museum, was that they had a collection of Cosplay outfits, including the original Ash Ketchum outfit, which, of course, both me and Hannah had to try on. Unfortunately, I don’t have a photo of this, as we both looked absolutely fabulous. The coat, admittedly, was a bit small, so, I was limited to wearing the hat mostly, but, Hannah was able to truly embrace it all.
It took a bit of convincing to get Hannah to go there, mostly, as she gets very distracted, sometimes selfishly, but, I like to think she doesn’t meant to. So, yeah, the highlight of the Video Game Museum, wasn’t really any of the video games as the location was pretty rubbish. So, it all came down to, most likely, an afterthought, by the Staff to throw some clothing in, why we had really any form of enjoyment.
Millennium Gallery
Despite, initially, not being that bothered, in the end we ended up going to the Art Museum, the Millennium Gallery. Obviously, you’re not able to take photos inside Art places, which prove to be very annoying. The Millennium Gallery, we visited, actually, as the day was finishing, surprisingly early, so, thought might as well fill a bit more time before any Trains were ready to arrive. So, we checked it out.
I think the best way to confirm that this wasn’t that impressive of an Art Gallery, is the fact that Hannah spent most of her time, outside taking photos at some random unrelated Door … I don’t know why, either, she finds things of interest, which she goes for. It was rather amusing that whilst we were all taking the pictures, there’d be an occasion where others would leave the Gallery, we’d just freeze, waiting. Then, after another brief look around, it was time to head out.
Time to head back
Whilst it’s fair to say we spent quite the day in Sheffield, and it was quite a long one, it certainly wasn’t the most successful day, in the world. There was actually quite a number of places we were planning on visiting, but, couldn’t. A Fire Engine Museum, for example, was like a billion quid to enter, and a few places Hannah actually wanted to check out, turned out to be nowhere near the City of Sheffield, so, were actually inaccessible for us to visit on a single day. Will we ever head back to Sheffield? I doubt it.
We did walk past a rather amusing Car, whilst heading away from the Fire Engine location, easily the smallest Citroën I’ve ever seen. Not sure what the vehicle is called, but it’s sure a tiny little thing. It did have a sticker saying it was limited to 30mph, so, it’s not exactly practical, and, there’s roads that need you to go faster than that to get home from Sheffield, so, it would be, legally, useless, too 😁.
The day wasn’t without its disagreements, and, the journey did have a collection of disappointments with it too. But, it was somewhere we’d never been to before, and, somewhere which allowed us to experience some new things together. This was also one of the last big hurrahs we’d spend together before Hannah, unfortunately, had to go home, so, at least it was somewhere new.
Hannah “tries” to learn how to Sow 🪡
Whilst staying in the UK with us, it didn’t escape Hannah’s notice that my Mum was obsessively sowing multiple things of… questionable usefulness. Most of the times, this would be a cushion for Larry, or a thick layer that she’d put inside the black Cat bed you can see above, which, coincidentally would be the reason he’d stop using it after.
So, on a Monday lunch time, there she was. Hannah with my Mum, attempting to learn how to Sow. I say attempting, and I use that term very lightly, because, whilst my Mum went through the 4-stages of Sowing, it was clear once it was time for Hannah to put that to the test, it had gone through one ear, and, out of another 😂. She’d learned nothing.
So, whilst, I would have loved to have said now, here’s a collection of Hannah’s new creations, that, obviously, is not the case. But, it was certainly a fun moment to witness, whilst, at the time, I was actually working at home. It was also another moment where Hannah was able to bond closer with my Parents, which, is a perfect collection of moments that took place in the month or so, between us all being in the Philippines and the UK.
Trip to see my Grandma and Uncle
One of the biggest disappointments about how this all turned out, was, as I’d mentioned previously, that when we all returned from the Philippines and my Mum, then, me, were ill to the point where we couldn’t have the big UK celebration for our Wedding. This, of course, had to include my Grandma, who was, naturally, unwilling to spend time whilst we were all unwell. Obviously, we’ll have opportunities to do something another time whilst she’s living here, but, was a shame, initially, it had to be cut off. Obviously, we all got better, but, meant when we were able to see them, it wasn’t ever going to be that. Of course, me and Hannah, saw my Grandma and Uncle, a number of times, whilst they came down on Sundays, but, initially, Hannah was still a bit shy as to getting involved with the social of it all, and preferred when we were able to visit them. So, it was finally time to head up.
We ended up making a quick trip to a nearby Sainsburys before going to see my Grandma. Something which ended up being a big waste of time. I don’t think I realised just how bad of a Sainsburys it really was. So, that was short lived. Was expecting a Bakery, it was empty, was expecting some things we could eat, there was nothing. So, ended up buying a drink of Orange Juice which, in the end, it turned out my Grandma already had.
Then, after that disappointment, we headed up to my Grandma’s house. Unlike the last time we saw them, this time was as simple as that, we visited, spent some time, then, went. As always, it was pretty awesome to spend time, like that. There’s always been that great connection between my Grandma and Hannah, they seemed to, almost, immediately bond. Obviously, the conversation of the Wedding came front and centre and the future that we all have to look forward to, together.
The conversation also went to Hannah’s obsession with anything Rice. This led to my Uncle asking if Hannah had tried Rice Pudding, which, it turns out, surprisingly, she hadn’t. So, that was certainly something for her to check out and was going to make sure she did. I, already, was thinking of making her try something else with “rice” in its name, so, makes sense.
A very surprising gift, before heading back
As is the case, I think, with all Grandmas, we were given more snacks than we would ever have chance to eat, and, generally had a laugh together. Thankfully, for Stephen, Hannah had stopped the mantra of finding him a Wife in the Philippines. We spoke about the frustration about how long our Wedding photos were taking, as our Coordinator and co were useless, and, I’m not entirely sure how, but, somehow, the conversation came to necklaces. My Grandma spoke about looking around a few necklaces that she had with Hannah in mind, bringing it down to two. I’m not sure if this was supposed to be a Wedding present, or, otherwise, but, was certainly a bit of a surprise, and, I don’t think Hannah had even considered the fact it was going to be a Gift.
In the end, Hannah ended up being given a golden necklace, with a small insert where you could add a photo. Later on, we discovered that the necklace had an “N” engraved on it, obviously, symbolising my Grandma’s first name, Nora. I remember, after ending the catch up, heading back home, my Mum was very surprised that she’d given her that. It was a necklace that my Grandma’s parents had given her, so, was very special to her, indeed. Even though, she never wore it, much, it meant a lot that she put that much trust in Hannah.
Hannah discovers two new rice items; Rice Pudding and Rice Krispies
As someone who is as obsessed with rice, as Hannah, it was certainly surprising that she’d never tried a collection of pretty popular rice treats. As we just discussed, when seeing my Grandma and Uncle, it was suggested that Hannah tried out Rice Pudding, so, it was time. Word of this, certainly hit my Mum, who suggested that she tried Rice Pudding, with all the bells and whistles. So, whilst Hannah did try it raw, my Mum suggested trying them with fresh Strawberries, which she’s been growing outside.
Hannah was certainly a big fan of Rice Pudding, and, has since tried equivalents in the Philippines, since. But, that wasn’t going to be the only thing she’d try. Up next, Rice Krispies.
Yep, Hannah always noticed I was eating Cereal, but, was never quite a Cereal goer herself. I mean, she tried and enjoyed Nesquik, had a bite of Frosties, but, it was never really a tradition for her. Although, she does LOVE British Fresh Milk, so, it made sense to let her combine two things she loves together; British Milk, plus, rice. And, what better way, than Rice Krispies. I ended up getting one of those tiny Cereal collection things you can get, they were cheap enough, where if she wasn’t a fan, it wouldn’t be the end of the world, but, she was.
So, whether a good idea or not, I’d increased Hannah’s rice obsession, by introducing two new additions … woo. 😂
Pub with Lee, with Hannah
Now fully invested in the experience of the UK, appreciated by my Family, seeing all the sights and sounds of the UK, it was only right that we set Hannah back to the world of reality, so, lucky Hannah got to spend some time with Lee at the Pub 😅. As is kind of traditional on the odd Wednesday, or Sunday, it was time to hang out with Lee at the Pub. But, of course, Hannah doesn’t need to be left out of all the fun and excitement of the whole journey, so, she was back to spending the great joy of time with Lee.
This was also a time for Hannah to learn to lower her expectations when it comes to the quality and service of Wetherspoons. Spoons recently have added quite the selection of options featuring Rice, so, naturally, Hannah was all set to give them a go. This led to something not too far akin from my impression of how absolutely AWFUL the Chips are becoming in the Cleck one; undercooked, oversupplied and priced.
The main thing that was pretty awesome about this, actually, was just how used to things Hannah was now feeling. Not just the experience, but, since the Philippines, I think Hannah has finally managed to “get” Lee. He’s a unique soul, to say the least, so, it’s nice that she’s no longer in this quiet awkward situation of not really knowing how to react. I think it’s all similar to my Family, really, having a common interest or something to be able to fall back, always helps with conversation and interaction with people.
So, same time next time, Hannah? … You’re busy… oh, well, we tried 😁. But, nah, seriously, it was awesome she was able to be involved.
Cuddles, Movies and more together
Whilst it’s fair to say 2024 has already been quite the huge year of just truly extraordinary proportions, if there’s one thing about Hannah that will never change, it’s Hannah love of Movies. They’re not always exactly the most best of Movies, but, they’re Movies none the less.
If Hannah selects, it’s typically some Philippine language Movie with Subtitles, which is always a combination of very confusing and … someone always dies, has heartbreak or some lifelong illness. So, it’s always a joy??? to watch. Honestly, though, the one advantage of watching Movies together is, I don’t really care what we’re watching, just that we’re together and we can just have a cuddle and enjoy what ever cra..creative selection she may have 😁.
If I end up selecting, it’s, especially during her UK stay, typically something Anime, something with a deep intwined Story or plot line. I do hope to introduce Hannah to some more UK-sided Movies, we’ve had some pretty unique Movies that are worth watching. To be fair, though, I’ve always been someone who prefers a good TV Show, mostly Comedies, but, Hannah’s not a huge fan of that side of things. Something I’ll be working on changing. Hannah is the first person in my life who I’ve interacted with closely who is NOT, or ever has been, a fan of Pokémon. Whilst, I had hope at the start, I feel like that will sadly never change. You can’t win them all.
So, whilst I would normally, if I was in my Room alone, spend the night watching a range of YouTube and singing to whatever Music I was into at that moment, when Hannah’s around, it’s more of a session of Movies. So, I think we know where the future will lie.
Big day out, and trip to, Skipton, with the Family
Before Hannah would have to unfortunately head home, it was time for the last hurrah before she went. Whilst my Parents suggested a pretty rubbish place, previously, in Pugneys, I think they were very keen to make a suggestion that wasn’t going to be absolutely garbage. Thankfully, they did good on this one, somewhere new, Skipton.
The journey to Skipton was fairly standard, with Hannah essentially falling asleep for 3/4 of the journey, but, once we finally approached the area of Skipton, she was all eyes and ears, and the Cameras were ready. This was also a moment where it became very clear that Cherry Blossoms would be making a big showing in terms of priority. But, before that came about, we needed to find somewhere to Park. Once we arrived in Skipton, Hannah was snapping and videoing like crazy. We went through the entirety of Skipton trying to find a space, including one unsuccessful Car Park featuring a Fish and Chips shop on the side, which, we would end up paying a visit to later … for better or worse.
Eventually, we found a Car Park, pretty far out, but, does the job. It wasn’t the best Car Park, but, did feature a pretty big Cherry Blossom tree, so, that’s priority. But, it wouldn’t be the first, and, it certainly wouldn’t be the best one that Hannah would point out. Whilst we walked down from the Car Park, once again, we approached a Chapel which, unusually for Hannah, we never actually went into, but, we did explore the outer area as it featured… a Tree.
But, not just any Tree, ohh no… yep, as expected, with Hannah involved, there was a pretty substantial Cherry Blossom right outside the Chapel, so, it was the main focus. By this point, my Parents needed to find a Toilet, so, me and Hannah had some time to ourselves to do many thing together including… a Photoshoot besides a Cherry Blossom 🌸, only Hannah. Don’t get me wrong, I am all for making memories with Hannah, so, I actually do enjoy looking back at our Photos together, but, just consider that I’ve only included 8 of the about a billion pictures that we took there.
Eventually, Hannah was bored of taking a Photo of a Tree, and the focus actually came to looking at what was next to it, the Entrance to one of the most notable locations at Skipton, the Castle. Whilst I wasn’t too keen on the price they were charging for going in the Castle, at the same time, I was thinking, well, this is Hannah’s last big day in the UK, so, perhaps it might be worth going. But, before all that, we needed to find where my Parents actually were, so, we ended up having a brief walk down through Skipton.
A walk towards the worst, and most, expensive, Chippy ever! Bizzie Lizzie’s
We went past some outdoor Markets selling a collection of unessential tat, their was also some cheesy Charity event doing some dreadful attempts at random giveaways for money, but, directly later on was my Parents with my Mum eating some Chips. This created a combination of thoughts; one, for Hannah, where they went to the Toilet, and for me, where they got those Chips from. Turns out, it was right back at that Car Park we couldn’t use. So, we ended up walking up a narrow road. Hannah went to the Toilet, whilst I queued for about a million hours to get something to eat… then, I saw the prices dannnggg that’s a lot!
Typically, one of the cheapest things you can get from a Fish and Chips shop is a Scallop. So, I thought I’d get just Scallop and Chips, considering a Fish was over £12 😱. I still can’t believe I spend well over a Fiver for Scallop and Chips. To make matters worse, it was ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTING! The batter was hard and crispy, and, for a good 60%, didn’t even contain any potato. But, don’t worry, right, I also got some Chips, which… were also pretty average, at best. So, I was not impressed. Hannah did her best, to try and lighten my spirits, but, I think her and my Parents couldn’t defend how bad it was. There’s a couple of them Fish and Chips shop in Skipton, and, I don’t mind calling them out, Bizzie Lizzie’s; just to let anyone know who visits Skipton, AVOID.
Walking around Skipton
Once we’d established that the Chip shop in Skipton was disgusting, and, still undecided about the Castle, it was time to have a walk around Skipton to see what it was all about. And, well, if I’m honest, there wasn’t much to it really. I will say Skipton is a rather charming place to go, it’s not the most amazing place in the world, but, considering how much areas of garbage there is in Yorkshire, it’s not bad on that scale.
As this was Hannah, a way to rate any location is to check out its pride and joy … it’s Charity Shop??? Well, I will say this, if that was how we rated Skipton, it would be a pretty garbage place. The Charity shops had pathetic Trans ideology all over the place, 🤮!!! Thankfully, though, that isn’t how you view and rate a location, so, there was thankfully a lot more to the place to explore.
It was whilst walking around Skipton that I did discover one of the most stupid things about the place, it was full of Dog bowls filled with Water. Considering how narrow the Streets were, it’s so dumb, I ended up knocking over a Bowl just trying to get past people. The worst thing about that pure illogical situation, I didn’t even see any Dogs. Explain that.
Hannah on a barge.
One of the things Skipton is famous for, is its lake side, which is full of a collection of barges. One thing which was kind of wild was that the Rosie and Jim barge was actually docked in Skipton. Obviously, Hannah has never heard of Rosie and Jim. How would someone in the Philippines of heard of a kids show based in Birmingham, but, was still wild to see it. The barge didn’t have the Duck on it, which, was disappointing.
The canal, of course, hosts a collection of barges, including one you can actually check out for free, which is pretty good. This gave Hannah the opportunity to check one out. It was a rather cosy affair, though, I don’t think I could survive in one like many do. Although, the idea of doing so, did cross Hannah’s mind, cos she’s crazy 😁.
Overall, though, it was pretty fun, just having a laugh, taking nothing seriously, including ourselves, and just joking about the place. Whilst, naturally, my Dad, wasn’t interested in going inside, he was interested in continuing to be David Hockney, as my Mum always jokes, taking photos in his own time.
Once we’d checked out the barges we had a walk around the side of the towpath. We walked past a collection of other barges, though, these were actually owned by people. Although, the walk was rather disappointing as it, essentially, led to a dead end so ended up going back. But, not before getting a bit of light refreshments.
Even the Ice Cream is from a Barge
One of the things that was pretty awesome about the visit around the Canal was, even the refreshments were from a barge, be it, a much more smaller and more permanent one. Owned by an old woman who seemed more annoyed that she had custom, which was weird because there wasn’t many of them. Opposite from where Hannah was having her Ice Cream and my Parents a Coffee, was a small location with people seemingly practicing some dancing. Apparently, it’s used for some events now and then, but, clearly not on a random Saturday in April.
It was during this point that I decided to make the decision that we would check out Skipton Castle. I mean, why not, we’d already checked out most of Skipton, in general, so, might as well check out the biggest sight it’s known for. As is par of the course with most locations, it’s now cheaper to book it online, than going to the Counter, so, I made that arrangement on my Phone as we headed back in to Town. My Dad made the, expected, decision, that he wouldn’t be joining us in the Castle. I’m not entirely sure why, but, as I said, it was kinda expected.
Skipton Castle
Whilst it would be wrong to say the day had been that bad, minus the Scallop and Chips, looking back, I can safely say that if we didn’t go in to Skipton Castle, it would have lost that extra thing it needed, which is exactly what going brought. By this point, we’d explored the sights, checked out a bit of the Town, the Canal, so, it just felt right to finish the journey with the Castle. I’m still not sure, entirely, what my Dad was doing, during this point, but, me, Hannah and my Mum, headed to the Entrance in to Skipton Castle.
It was surprisingly quiet, considering. In fact, I only really remember seeing one, or two, other collection of people in the Castle during our stay. At the Entrance was an old man who, armed with a magic iPad, saw my reservation and let us all in. We were given a Map to use whilst surrounding the Castle which, I think we used for maybe… 5 seconds. Yeah, it wasn’t the most logical of Maps, and, I actually think it would have been a lot worse if we wasted time analysing what it’s supposed to mean. In the end, we just went in, yolo, and just explored. Many times we’d be separated by my Mum who had her own idea where to go, but, we’d meet at multiple times along the way.
Once inside the Castle grounds, it was clear quite the grande expanse of the place. It was at this point, where I think I can safely say, I was glad we’d done it. We were already seeing a collection of unique sights that we would have never being able to enjoy otherwise. Plus, there was even Cherry Blossoms on the grounds, so, what more could Hannah ever want 😁.
Other than another really loud family of people who seemed to be in the way, for most of the beginning of our exploration, we actually had a really fun time exploring the Castle. We completely ignored all the “correct” ways to go around, just, honestly, letting curiosity take over. I think it ended up being much better doing it that way. We explored each of the quarters, climbed multiple uneven stairs, and was actually rather interesting.
We headed into the Kings room, the Food court area, which allowed me to do a terrible Oliver Twist impression, to plenty of other locations too. Once we were able to get in, it was pretty funny exploring the Dungeon with Hannah, as well. It was quite an incredible view, outside of the Castle, as well, with a collection of wide spanning greenery. I’d like to say, that’s where most of the Ticket money is likely going.
Despite all the fun we did have in the Castle, it did get old, rather quickly. This also leads to the obvious answer to, would you ever go again, question. I will say, it’s a decent experience, if not, overpriced, but, once you’ve gone once, that’s it. You’ve really no reason to go back again. I am really happy we did, though, because it really was a big part of Hannah’s last big day whilst in the UK.
But, whilst we were heading out, the day certainly wasn’t done, quite yet. Neither, in fact was Skipton Castle. As we headed out, we noticed some Toilets, which the Ladies decided to use, and a few other locations, be them, smaller, to check out before we headed out. There was also a Gift Shop, but… naaahhh. One location was a rather boring and pointless sphere, but, one was an old rustic Church area. The only Photo I can seem to find of it, is the one I included in the Gallery above, with me stood in it, I’m sure Hannah took more, but, can’t seem to find them.
Then, it was time to head out. As we were heading out, we took some last Photos around the greenery, then, informed my Dad it was time to go, and met him at the Entrance.
One last Shop around Skipton
To conclude the day, we decided to do one last round trip around Skipton. There was a few locations that we’d not had chance to explore, at this point. You could say we’d experienced everything from one side, the middle, being the Castle, so, what was left was the other side with all the side Streets and an indoor Market.
The Market itself, Craven Court, was host to quite a few places we checked out. It also featured, much to Hannah’s delight, a few collection of Charity Shops. The first one we went in, smelt a bit dusty, what you stereotypically expect from one, admittedly, but, also featured a tub of Watches. By this point, Hannah’s watch had decided to stop working, just a couple days back, so, was worth checking out some options she could have to replace it. Naturally, if she’d of made it clear the Watch had run out of a juice before, my Uncle would have likely fixed it, or, just replaced the Battery, but, that’s Hannah’s fault. Unfortunately, there was no real decent contender in the Shop, so, it was time to move on.
Admittedly, it was a very small place, overall, so, didn’t house much Shops. There was a few, rather extreme, looking Garden decorations which led to a few jokes with my Parents about making them an addition. Then, we found, another Charity Shop, this one, though, had two Floors. Well, to be technical, the Shopping area had two Floors, but, this was another way to explore both. For some, rather strange reason, Hannah ended up purchasing a Bell. Yeah, I don’t know why, either. Initially, she got a different one, then, realised whilst going to the till with it, that it was a bit crap, so, replaced it with one that… was, slightly, less crap. Woo. But, after that shenanigans, it was clear that the day was heading towards its end.
Once we’d finished the last Shopping trip, it was time to head back to the Car. But, not before exploring and obtaining some snacks. Unfortunately, Skipton doesn’t really house any traditional Supermarkets. Whilst, the locals will tell you, that’s a good thing, and keeps their tradition alive, to me, it created an annoyance that there was nothing of any decency to purchase. I did try a Supermarket, but, left very disappointed, leaving with just a Drink.
I wasn’t the only one, though, who got themselves a Drink. Hannah was also able to get a Drink, one which she always craves and looks for, Milk Tea. Location for which was found in quite literally a, blink and you’d miss it, tiny Shop. It was quite a weird environment inside, felt almost like some dry cleaners that was being rebranded into a Shop and they hadn’t finished decorating. But, I was ensured, it was a Thai Shop, selling Food and, of course, drink. Considering Milk Tea does originate there, it would make sense that they sell it.
One thing we noticed pretty quickly, however, was, there was nothing chilled. Everything was made rather raw, and I can say from Hannah’s face, during the man making it, to her experience of tasting it, in the end, she was pretty unimpressed. Akin to my experience with my Scallop and Chips?? Perhaps, not that much, but, she won’t go there again, all the same.
Heading out, and, ending the day.
We then made the final walk back to the Car where, after inspecting the Cherry Blossom in the Car Park, it was time to go. We headed back in good time. It was on this evening that we actually made that Chocolate Cake that I mentioned earlier in the blog. Other than that, though, it was the end of the last full day spent with Hannah in the UK, and, what a day it had been.
Whilst I think, fairly, I was right to criticise my Parents for bringing us to Pugneys, credit where it’s due for Skipton. It was somewhere new, for both me and Hannah, and, we had a great day out. Exploring new locations, across the Town, the side roads, the Canal, to the Skipton Castle itself. We had a laugh, and, you know what, it was just nice to have a day where we wasn’t just on our phones (except general photography), wasn’t just thinking about life, work, etc. All we were doing, was just spending time together, and, sometimes, you really need that. And I’m really glad that we were able to have that feeling and experience on Hannah’s last day.
But, that does mean, the day after, would be, the day after…
Hard to believe, it’s already time for you to go home
If you were to combine, the time spent with Hannah in the Philippines, along with the time we spent in the UK, after, it would span over 7 weeks. By itself that sounds like a long time, but, in the grand scheme of things, it’s really not. It’s less than 2 months. In fact, the events of this blog only really cover about 2-3 months of time overall. Yet, look how much we’ve actually done in that time. We’ve gone through the huge expanse of preparations for, then, actually, done it and got Married. We’ve done all of that with my Parents there too, Lee joining near the end, all of us traveling together back in the UK. Coming full circle with that Trip to the Pub in Spoons. Spent over a month with Hannah in the UK just going place and building on everything together. It’s just been incredible.
Looking back, it’s just hard to believe what we’ve done. But, this was the point, where that chapter, for now, has to close. The day started pretty as clockwork, for this. We’re all very used to this, by now. The Flight leaves around 1PM, so, plenty of time to get ready and head off. Hannah was, pretty much, already packed, really, at this point, so, was never going to be too difficult to do.
But then, after having a bite to eat for Breakfast, it was, unfortunately, time to head to the Airport.
This was probably one of the more tougher of the trips to the Airport that we’ve, actually, ever done. Typically, whilst, it still has that dread and emotion that we won’t see each other for a while, there’s always in the back of your mind, an idea, at least, on when you will be back together. This time, however, there really wasn’t. Plus, on top of that, still a lot to do to make any of that, even begin to be, possible.
I remember constantly filling Hannah with reassurances that everything was going to be OK, everything will work itself out, all whilst, deep inside, knowing absolutely nothing in regards to when we’ll see each other next.
The last Goodbye
Once we did arrive at the Airport, got Hannah checked in, pretty standard and simple to do, then, headed down to Gregg’s for, a traditional, few minutes to gather ourselves, before it was time. Whilst, you may recall, this is, almost, a mirror of how the last time Hannah was here ended, it was clear that it was also so different. Last time was a holiday, a vacation, a visit; this time was a Wedding, this time was life changing, this time was setting the foundation for the rest of our lives. It hit different.
Even so, it was time. Headed up the Lift to the Departures, it was time to say goodbye, once again. The only reassurance I could accurately give Hannah, was, this would be the last time we’d have to say goodbye with such unknown, with such a long vast duration of time apart ahead of us. That didn’t stop us being so sad, so broken by this, but, it did help.
I say it every time, but, it was never more true here. That moment, watching her turn left after the Gates through Departure, there’s no harder thing to watch or experience. Then, she was gone. Headed out to meet my Parents outside, who had left to give us some time, having a vape, then, headed home. The rest of the day, a blur to me, really, but, I’m sure others came around, but, nothing escaped my notice that Hannah was gone, and, I just have no idea when she’ll be back.
I did get a Call and message from Hannah once she’d reached her transit destination in Dubai, wasn’t the easiest of Calls as reception there, the WiFi, is lousy, but, she was safe, and in the Gate heading back to Cebu. Hannah got home safe. I had a more stable video call with her, once she was back home, where she was also, naturally, exhausted, and I let her rest whilst I resumed what was, return to the old norm, for now.
Back to the old reality, for now
With Hannah back in the Philippines, life just has to go on, and, it has. But, that’s not the end of the story, though, it is the end of this blog, you’ll be all happy to know.
Yep, this is BY FAR the longest blog I’ve ever done, and, will ever do, I’ve no intention of making a blog of this length ever again. I didn’t realise, actually, just how much we all did in the UK. I was expecting, once I’d covered the couple of weeks in the Philippines, after the Wedding, to be quickly able to cycle through the UK, but, noooooo, we did a lot 😁. But, it all needed covering, cos, every part of this blog was significant in its own way. But, that’s the end of things, for now.
What’s next?
The Visa. With Hannah back in the Philippines, the two of us now Married, Certificate waiting for Hannah to pick up, it is now time to get the ball rolling. This will be quite a journey, in itself, but, that’s for another time to cover. What’s next, in reality, preparing for the rest of our lives together!
I don’t do this, normally, and, won’t again, but, I think considering the length of this blog, I’m just going to let you know just what you’ve gone through;
- 59,040 words
- Estimated 312 minutes read time
If you actually have read through this entire blog, with breaks, I accept, I really appreciate it. This was, by far, the most important moment of my entire life. Our journey sure isn’t over, you could argue, it’s just begun, but I’m all for it now. There’s no going back now, it’s all about that next big chapter. I’ll just make sure the next one is nowhere near 59,000 words 😁. I think that should be easy. The next blog will look pitiful in size next to this. Although, still likely will be a lot to cover.
I can’t wait for Hannah to be back, I can’t wait for us to be back together. This journey, already, has been so tough, so hard, but, once you’ve found someone you, literally, cannot live without, it’s worth it. And, I know, it will be, once we’re there!
The months that followed Hannah’s return, were quite literally, just that, preparations. Now that Hannah has her Wedding Certificate, she’s already passed the English test requirements, pretty much everything is set, minus one thing. This took a frustrating amount of time to get done. Hannah needed to get a Negative result for Tuberculosis. Despite the fact, this is something you can get tested for, typically, in a matter of hours, it took the Philippines (only at a UK Home Office Approved location), a whole two to three months, to get a result. So, whilst, Hannah did go home at the back of April, most of the time since that point, was spent waiting for her results. I can confirm, since that point, we’ve had the all-clear, and I will be detailing this, and a range of other requirements we’ve had to go through in my next blog. But, I’ll be covering all that when we’ve had our decision for the Visa itself, and, Hannah’s been able to arrive in the UK. So, could be a while, yet.
BEHANN 
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