Friday, February 12, 2010


The other day we were looking for public transportation on our way home, and a motorcab driver spotted us. We agreed on a price, and hopped in. This was probably the most fun we've had yet on a vehicle here.

Jimmy, our driver, grew very communicative when we practiced a few Visayan words on him. He was surprised and delighted that we knew some of his language. He told us about his previous jobs, and gave us a detailed explanation of a good local beach to try (unfortunately, we didn't understand much of his directions - we won't be going to Jimmy's favorite beach anytime soon!)

If you talk to a man in a language he understands, that goes to his head. If you talk to him in his language, that goes to his heart.
- Nelson Mandela


Heritage Clan said...

You guys get all the fun rides!

Carl G. said...

Where's a babelfish when you need it!

us5 said...

i might be able to read that babelfish, but speaking it is another kettle of fish!