Home away from home.

For Pinoys who've been away from the country for so many years, staying around takes a lot of patience... including from people around him or her. 

It's difficult to adjust to 'foreign surrounding' again. Some would say, " chill out, nobody dies from germs," when I notice aloud about flies, mosquitoes, wet bathroom tiles, thin toilet paper, etc.

This morning on our way to the Megamall for the morning mass, I was forced to make a detour because the village church had a mass going on when a tricycle blocked my path on a narrow inside street.  There were vehicles parked on both sides of the road and I was passing a parked car on my lane when the tryke appeared on the opposite lane.  The driver just moved ahead and wanted to pass first.  I drove to meet his tryke.  He stopped and blocked my car. 

The tryke didn't move and actually wanted me to back up.  I waited and rolled down my window and yelled at this early morning pest; I reminded him that he was driving a public transport inside a private property. Of course he had to give way but he was mumbling something as I drove away. 

My navigator thought I was being aggressive.  I had to summon my patience and explain about "rights and privileges" and about homeowners paying maintenance fees in private villages and about rude public transport drivers menacing residents.

In TO, we also got rude public transport drivers, and they belong to strong labour unions.  One time a rider spat on a rude bus driver who immediately filed a sick leave because he felt threatened and depressed by the incident.  

Home away from home for me would always be P.I.  No matter what incident nor pest blocks my way.