Sand In My Shoes

Raft3r has been in the island for more than two weeks now.

So far, so good…

The pace here is so slow. I may not know a lot about myself. Though, one thing is certain. Raft3r is an urban yuppie. I like things fast. Man, I even walk fast!

One week in Palawan was good. Three weeks in a remote island is something else.

My mobile doesn’t work here. There is no roaming. Texting has not even been introduced in this part of the globe. WiFi seems like a distant future. Internet is hardly accessible. There is but one computer terminal in the hotel. A long line usually follows with it.

Raft3r somehow feels disconnected from the outside world. Not that it’s a bad thing. In a way, it’s liberating. I now have the power to just in keep touch with people I actually like.

On the downside, there is not much to do here after work. I have been to some local bars and clubs. Not much action there. There is no mall. Fast food chains are non-existent. I miss my Wendy’s.

Raft3r is on the brink of homesickness. I dunno know. I’m used to being alone and traveling all the time. But being here is different.

It’s like living on my very own Nim’s Island. Now, if only Jodie Foster is here.