The next two pictures are a site where a large bldg.

had been removed. After all the demolition people

cleaned up and left, the scavengers moved in. They were all over

the site like flies. everyone from two years old to

people in their 70's and 80's. They even dug holes

and tunnels to get metal, pipes, or any re-recyclable. This is

in the center of town. Each person brought a bag to carry

their booty home.

We hired this outrigger boat to take us to an Island.
This little girl was part of the crew. She is 13 and
a hard worker. She helped people on and off
the boat via a portable plank. She and two other
kids would also hold a long bamboo pole on their shoulders
and passengers would steady themselves with it.
She and her friends would dive in the water before
and after launch, having the time of their lives.
She invited us to come to her house after the trip.
While we were walking down an alley to her house,
she took off running. She could not wait to get to
a cigarette vendor, where she bought one cigarette
and immediately lit it up. We were shocked.
She promised me she would not smoke another
cigarette (?) She was an absolute cutie. that's
Gregory Peck on her left.

This is Gregory Peck and his lovely bride on our
way to a little Island.

These are two sister missionaries that helped

us take Christmas presents to a poor family of ten

that live in the jungle in a makeshift hut. The

lady and her children were home, but not the husband.

Apparently, the they had a fight and the husband

hit his wife in the chest and took off for the

rest of the day. The missionaries chose to stay with

her and the children, in spite of the fact they had

many, many miles to travel to get back to their

apartment.

This is Maxine emerging from the "jungle" where

the little family above lives.

This is our meeting house (branch) in San Remegio. We attend

church here once a month. We went to their Christmas

party. See below.

These two guys brought a pig and slaughtered

it on the premises. They cleaned it and bled

it out in the tiny back yard of the church. They also

put it on a large spit and hand turned it over a pit

of hot coals they prepared. It took over three hours.

They took turns turning the spit on their

haunches. They were soaking wet.

This little pig did not make it to market, nor did

he stay home or have roast beef. He had none. We

had this little pig and as far

as we could tell, no one cried wee wee wee,

all the way home.

This is the pig before being slid onto the long,

not very clean, metal spit. At this point, he

seems relatively serene. By the way, roast pig

is a specialty of the Province of Cebu. It is called Lechon.

Thousands of them are cooked this way every day,

as it is their favorite main course. We don't like it.

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