One difficult aspect of living near your Filipina wife’s village is the search for foreign-guy food. I suddenly got hungry for some biscuits and gravy.
No problem.
After a short trike ride, 5 hours on a bus, a taxi ride, 3 tall draft beers, becoming airport famous, a quick flight on Cebu Pacific, and one more taxi ride later, I was sinking my teeth into BISCUITS AND GRAVY at Papi’s Bar and Chill!
Hey, what else could I do? Ya’ll see the stress I’m under here?