Began the long drive back north to Tacloban, about 6 hours. If you enjoy rollerblading on the suspension wires of the Golden Gate Bridge, you’ll love driving on Philippine roads. It’s like Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride. The road signs are merely a suggestion. The bus is avoiding all kinds of obstacles like dogs, people, “tricycles” (like peddycab taxis), other cars, and even patches of rice drying on the asphalt.
The rice is laid out in a thin rectangle on half the lane. It’s understood you drive around it if possible (kind of like that speed obstacle on Keeamoku St. in Makiki) , but if you can’t, you just drive over it. The farmers stand at the side of the road, prepared to sweep the grains back into place. Now I understand why you have to wash the rice a lot before you cook it.