On our trip Theo becomes addicted to Pringles. While travelling we feed the kids whatever we can find (that’s clean!) wherever we happen to be so I don’t mind that sometimes that it’s Pringles. I send him and his trail of crumbs outside where he happily sits and munches while swinging his legs back and forth.
We spend a night in Bacolod before we travel back to Manila to head home to Australia. Priya and her cousin, Lavender play for a last few hours. Here they are in the back of the family jeepney. It makes me sad that Priya doesn’t get to see these cousins often enough. It also makes my heart ache to think of what different lives they lead. Our little girl born into so much privilege, leading a very different life from that of her second-cousins.
For the first two hours of our six hour bus ride back to Bacolod, I am amazed that Theo and Priya are engaged enough with me and the scenery to play ‘I spy’. We spy endless fields of coconut trees. We spy a pink mother pig. Ducks. Fish. Children. We wave to the children, my children stretching their arms out and smiling happily as the little kids excitedly wave back. Just when I think there can’t possibly be more things to spy we spy a child carrying a bunch of bananas nearly as big as themselves “Look at dat!” exclaims Theo.
We board a bus in Dumaguete to travel back to Bacolod today. We stop every 10 or so minutes to collect more passengers and Peach waves to the people who gather outside her window. I had thought 6 long hours on a bus in a developing country with no air-conditioning with two small children would be unpleasant to say the least but the children surprise us.
When Papa went to buy Peach the fairy wings she’d been eyeing in the gift shop for the last week I told him “Theo liked the bubbles”. I forgot to tell him you like the BLUE bubbles because he came home with the pink. Your sweet adorably heartbroken face. With some coaxing you realised that the colour didn’t make much difference to the bubbles and you blew your very first bubbles!