Memoirs of a Philippine Mongerer
C How they made me chapter 50:
Bye, bye Bob and hello Rosalinda.
Bob retired into the room together with his girl leaving me to sit and ponder things on the balcony seat, outside the front door. I looked out to sea and again those fishing lights were bobbing in the distance. I gazed at them abstractly and I envied them their simplicity and freedom. Yeah I knew these people had to face economic reality when they stepped ashore but while they were out to sea they seemed somehow free and unbothered by the restraints of normal society. I don’t know how long I sat there in my own world but I was eventually bought out of my reverie by the buzzing of a thousand mosquitoes who were literally dinning out on me.
Sitting out there on the little balcony I had a lot to think about and a lot of time to think it. This was the second time that I had encountered Rosie engaging in sexual activity with a so called friend of mine and it was also the second time I had encountered this twisted logic of, I was doing you a favor mate trying to show you what your girl was really like. At the time no matter what I did I could not come to terms with that logic. Maybe it was conservative upbringing or maybe it was a sense of ownership. Maybe it was just good old fashioned jealousy born out of insecurity or maybe I had genuine feelings for the girl and wanted her exclusive attention. All these thoughts went round and round in my head like clothes in a tumble spin drier and eventually I nodded of, into an uneasy sleep.
I woke in the morning with my head on my chest covered in mosquito bites and the sun beating down on me. It was only 7AM and already I was beginning to sweat. I knocked on the cabin door then entered the hut to find Bob and his girls had already risen and Bob was packing his stuff. I asked “what’s up mate, where you heading off to” and he replied, “I told you mate I’m off to see me girls island”. With that said he hoisted his bag on his shoulder and together with his two girls walked out the door and headed down the beach.
So there I was all alone stuck in the middle of nowhere with people who only spoke rudimentary English. I had food and water supplies and a foam mattress to sleep on but that was about it. Just great I thought to myself as I watched Bob and his girls stroll down the beach, and I wondered what the heck I was going to do now. I sat down on the little chair that was rapidly becoming my new home and I thought to myself this must be something like what people stuck on a deserted island must feel. Even though there were people all around me I was a stranger in a strange land and a feeling of profound loneliness coupled with a feeling of vulnerability overcame me.
I went inside got myself some mineral water and contemplated what I was going to have for breakfast when suddenly I heard some female laughter coming from outside my front door. I stuck my head out and there was an absolutely stunning young lady standing outside my house looking up at me. I smiled at her and said, “hello who are you” and she replied, “me Rosalinda me cousin Rosie, me make look to you”. Okay now I am not one to kick a gift horse in the mouth but to be honest I was more than a little confused. Rosie had walked out on me after I caught her performing oral sex on my friend, her dad and immediate family were acting like I was the one in the wrong and my ex mate Bob had just left and headed towards some unknown island together with two teenage nymphs. I was under the impression that I was in the dog house for some perverse reason and I was going to be almost exiled, then all of a sudden from out of nowhere this beautiful young woman appears offering to look after me.
Seizing the moment I gave Rosalinda my best smile and said, “darling am I glad to see you, please come inside”. Rosalinda returned my smile with a diminutive and slightly flirtatious smile of her own and proceeded to walk through the door and sift through what few groceries I had. After two minutes of rummaging through my groceries Rosalinda gave me a beaming smile and announced. “Linda make breakfast now”. As it turned out Rosalinda was quite an accomplished cook considering what little she had to work with and within minutes she had whipped me up an omelet and a cup of steaming hot coffee.
After a rudimentary breakfast and shower which was composed of throwing a small bucket of water over my head, I was feeling slightly more human so I decided to go for a walk and check out the beach. I told Rosalinda about my intention and she insisted on coming with me. As Rosalinda and I walked along the beach I tried to engage her in conversation but her English was limited to the basics so most of the time we just walked together in silence seemingly comfortable in each others company. On my behalf I was just glad to have the company of someone friendly and for Rosalinda I think she got some sort of elevated status by being seen with the foreigner.
Rosies village was not exactly a thriving commercial hub, in fact quite the opposite. This was a little village based primarily around the water and fishing and obviously other than fishing there were very few employment opportunities. The people here for the most part had virtually nothing and they lived their life from day to day on a subsistence level. The village was mostly composed of bamboo huts with what the Filipinos call a nippa roof and they were all built on stilts. The houses were only small yet from what I could see they housed at least three adults and a minimum of four kids. Everywhere we went there would be a throng of raggedy snot nosed kids some of which would wave and shout hello and others which would just give me the hollow eyed stare.
It seems that everywhere you go in the Philippines there is always an abundance of kids and the population growth in this country is nothing short of astounding. I used to wonder why they don’t take steps to control their population growth in the Philippines but then I heard the sermons from the Catholic ministers and witnessed their aversion to birth control and perhaps more poignantly I saw how the vast majority of people live in the province with nothing much to do except eek out an existence and copulate.
Even though the poverty was obvious in the province these people seemed to have a fairly happy disposition, all things considered. In fact this is one thing I like about the Filipino people. Although their life may be very simple or even full of grinding hardship, they mostly seem to maintain a happy go lucky disposition. This may be a survival mechanism, it may be something genetic or it may be because they don‘t know any better. Whatever the reason I find their ability to live day to day and to maintain a happy disposition despite the daily hardships, an admirable quality. Everywhere I went throughout Rosie’s village there was always someone willing to smile and acknowledge me which filled me with confidence and I realized maybe life here wasn’t going to be so difficult after all.
Walking along the beach gave me a real insight into these peoples daily lives. On most of the houses the women were crouched over a plastic bowl washing the laundry by hand. Many would have little slabs of wood which would be used as a washing board and rather than detergent they would have bar of soap which they would dip in water and then lather it onto the clothes and then rub their hands together with the clothes firmly in their grasp. Besides each woman there would be the standard snot nosed kid and lurking in the nearby vicinity a whole tribe of kids ranging in age from 5 to 15. Often the older kids would initiate contact and in some ways I felt like I was living out a scene from an old movie where the white explorer walks into the village in deepest darkest Africa and is surrounded by a throng of natives all spellbound by his presence.
Some of the people would look at me and Rosalinda and simply have a snide little chuckle while others would stare openly. At the time I didn’t think much of it but looking back on it with a much better knowledge of Filipino culture I believe some were judging us thinking she was my girlfriend and probably worked in the bar, others were genuinely curious as to whether we were a couple or not and if we were how did we manage to meet and get on so well and lastly the looks from the men would have been ones of thinly veiled hostility b driven by the fact that they were jealous she was a foreigner and not them. Just like any country when the men of that country see a woman from the same country with a foreign man they often take it as an insult. Typical lines include “what the fuck, why is she with him, a foreigner, when she should be with men of her country”. “Maybe she thinks her own race of men are not good enough for her” and she thinks she is to good for Filipino, fuck her”.
Most of the men in Rosie’s village seemed fairly neutral but at the same time there was also some who openly showed their dislike for me and others who were overtly friendly. As far as I could make out they were mostly involved in fishing which meant when not out to sea on the boat they would spend their time lounging around the home drinking with their mates or be involved in repairing the nets boats and engines that were so important in maintaining what little livelihood they had.
Profusely scattered along the beach were little sari-sari stores most of these taking the form of a small shop attached to the front of a house. When I say shop I mean Philippine provincial style shop which is basically a tiny shack added to the front of the house. There will normally be a small window covered by a wire mesh which opens outwards so purchased goods can be given out and money taken in. The weird thing about these sari-sari stores is that they will all sell the same things. I understand this in a way as they can only sell what they can get supplied and what there is a demand for but even taking these two factors into account it is surprising just how many of the stores sell not only the same products but exactly the same brand. Typically the products would be in tin cans or small plastic sachets. In this village there was no supermarket or even a general store and most of the shopping was done on a one on one basis with people paying using coins and maybe on the rare occasion a 20 piso note. I really don’t have any idea how much the average expenditure among the locals was on a day to day basis but I cant imagine it would be any more than 50 piso.
Despite the limited amount of goods they did sell the basic necessities of life and somehow despite having severely limited financial resources the people here survived.
Rosalinda and I must have wandered around the villages beach front for about an hour with me purchasing a few basic items all the time with me relying on her to translate to the shop keeper what I wanted. Talk about the blind leading the blind. Despite the obvious language difficulties we managed to somehow purchase what we needed and I even managed to make a few new acquaintances along the way.
After strolling around the seashore Rosalinda and I made our way back to my hut and then just as I put down the groceries, I turned around to thank her for her help, and found myself in a lip-lock extraordinaire. At first I was shocked and really had no idea where this was coming from, but being a healthy, comparatively young, hetro-sexual red blooded male, I responded to her passionate kiss with gusto.
While she had her lips locked to mine I took advantage of her defenses being down and slipped my hand under her T/shirt, unclasped her bra and started playing with her soft round breasts. As I gently flitted my finger over her nipple Rosalinda started softly moaning and her kiss became even more purposeful. Gently I pulled away from Rosalinda and then raised her T/Shirt over her head to expose a pair of perfect breasts, which I immediately decided needed to be licked and sucked.
I lowered my head and gently licked around her nipples which caused her to throw her head back and moan, whilst at the same time pushing my head against her breasts, as she abandoned herself to the feelings of lust that were coursing through her body. I gently licked her breasts, then when the moaning increased, I slipped her pants down while at the same time releasing my now rock hard member, lifted her up and placed her on my cock. Rosalinda was obviously no virgin and she worked my pole using her tummy mussels in conjunction with her pussy mussels, like a true professional. After a while Rosalinda’s dead weight was beginning to hurt my arms so I lifted her off my member and carried her to the mattress on the floor. No sooner was she lying down than she grabbed me, eagerly circling her arms around my neck and saying something to me in Visayan, which I took to be, her asking me for sex.
Rosalinda was like a piece of ripe fruit bursting at the seams with exotic flavor and waiting to be plucked. I rode her for at least 15 minutes pumping away like a hard working piston, and all the time Rosalinda was moaning and crying out beneath me. After a while I could feel the familiar stirrings of a mind blowing orgasm in my loins but then just before I was about to explode in an exquisite paroxysm of delight I felt a sharp stinging on my back and as if in from a distance, I heard the angry voice of Rosie saying, something in Visayan and then in English, “I kill you Martin”.