The tall white guy

Name: Michael Occupation: My husband, the tall white guy with the 4 filipinos

Someone said Michael would be our lighthouse of the group before we left for the Philippines. His height comes in handy when we have to look for each other in the store. Paul even said, I thought I saw you and Joyce like 4 times already when we were shopping in the giant Landmark Department store.

As far as Michael and his height, the plane can be a little unfriendly because the guy needs room, meaning I always get to sit in a row with him that has a lot of leg room. On the way to Detroit, we sat in an emergency exit aisle, score. From Detroit to Japan we sat in the very first row of our section meaning the giant movie screen was, bam, right in front of us. But, we had a lot of leg room. (speaking of the plane ride over on both legs...I could write another long post about that...funny stuff)

Now, getting into a small cab is not in his favor. The Toyota cabs here are pretty small. The taxi vans are ok. That reminds me...the traffic. That could be another post.

He has been a good sport and he might be getting his wish if we could find a flight out of here to Palawan. Nice.