LOBOC is a city on Bohol Island in the Philippines. On a mission to find an internet cafe, Alex and I rode a jeepney into town from our jungle bungalow 30 minutes down the road. Despite the constant staring (we discovered that foreigners don’t usually come here) I managed to take some photos along the way.
The jeepney driver is wearing a yellow shirt that says, “No! You’re upside down!” and he won’t stop staring at me. Unlike Koreans, he has no excuse for wearing this nonsensical shirt because I know that he can speak English. The jeepney, on the other hand, is urging us to confess our sins.
One of the oldest churches in the Philippines, built by the Spanish in the 1600s. Christian missionaries love to spread the word of Jesus in the most tropical locations. I wonder how many are living in Siberia.
I ate sweet potato ice cream in a crispy cone. Alex ate two ice creams and four pastries along with medication for a stomachache that he already had.
Colorful transportation contrasts with the ancient stone architecture. Few people mill around.
Resting on a bench with a cigarette in hand, he kicks off his flip flops and takes in the view.
Suspended in midair on wobbly beams, painting houses.
There’s no hot water in our jungle bungalow, and Alex is starting to grow a Mexican ‘stach. Good thing you can’t see my legs.
Floating restaurants await their next customers, prepared to blast pop music and provide enough food for their guests to vomit over the edges.
“What are you doing?”
“Oh, I’m just out taking my bull for a walk.”
Remember when people [with no life] used to play Farmville?
-Text and photography by Sarah Shaw @ www.mappingwords.com. All rights reserved.