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I absolutely love this thread. Not only does it cover the trials and tribulations of retro ownership, but it provides a wonderful insight into life in another, very different, country. Based on that I say propshafts are nasty pieces of work to get right, so don't feel too bad that you didn't get it 100% when lying on your back in the semi-dark! Also, thanks to your post I've just bought a couple of keyrings. They had Holden ones, so one of them will be winging its way to me shortly, along with one for the Merc. Keep up the good work, and stay hydrated. Glad you are enjoying it. On the propshaft witchcraft, doing some more reading I find that some folk claim that there are alignment marks on genuine shafts, others say there aren't. So that's cleared that up then. Anyway, whilst I'm there, I'll have a close look. It would make life a lot easier. Strangely, on the female end, there's a two spline gap but unfortunately, on the male end, there is no corresponding double spline. Ah well. Let's see what today brings. What's the betting it doesn't want to split again? The keyrings are excellent quality and you can get pretty much any make of motor along with some other interesting stuff. I love mine and when you compare it to the shop bought one I got for Madam's hateful Fortuner, it's in a different class altogether. Well what can I say? id seen this thread in the readers rides section loads of times but never bothered to click on it because well to be honest I'm not in to range rovers! I still don't really know why i clicked on it but I'm so glad i did. Picture the scene. . . Saturday morning man wakes up with a small dog standing on his chest staring at his eyes willing them to open. Man stumbles out of bed, gets dressed and heads down stares now with two small dogs at his heals. Man feeds dogs, makes a cup of coffee and looks at the big list of jobs he wrote for himself the day before. Man sits down on sofa reaches for the long cigarette papers and starts to read a retro rides thread about some bloke that bought a big british 4x4 and oh whats this bit? he lives where? ha ha this might be quite funny in a poor bloke type way!! Anyway buy about half ten i thought, its no good, i cant sit about reading this all day drinking coffee, so i switched to chai tea and carried on reading. You can probably tell where this is going, and yes you would be correct in thinking that not a single job was crossed off that job list but i don't care i had a brilliant time reading about your adventures, please keep them coming our man in manilla Wow, what can I say apart from sorry for wasting your day! At least the dogs got fed though. I do sometimes wonder if I'm going to get into trouble for the way this thread seems to occasionally meander slightly off the topic of cars, but I haven't done yet and you guys seem to enjoy the side-stories, so I'll keep trying to convey the fun of day-to-day life for a "White Guy" with three Filipinas, along with some Range Rover content. Talking of which, I was out with the girls last night for a meal (Madam still being in Tondo to sort new school paperwork out) and coming back in a sidecar we passed, inevitably, half a dozen 'many many girl, no panty' bars. For some reason they seemed to think I would be an expert on the inner workings of these places and so the questioning started. One of them was, "What they say to you?" to which the answer is the same all over Asia: "Hello-where-you-from-where-you-stay-you-buy-me-drink-you-han-sum-man?" This for some reason appealed to their girlie sense of humour and they spent half the night repeating this mantra. I just hope they've forgotten again by the time Madam gets home later today!
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Last Edit: Apr 5, 2015 23:52:23 GMT by georgeb
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Dear Mr. Rimmer Bros, What a strange name you have. Anyway, can you please sent me front prop shaft pretty damn tout suite due to mine being a tad jiggered. The slip joint, that just fell apart last time, is now locked solid and can't be shifted. As a consequence, my baby is now stuck in the air with half her guts hanging out. It's very sad Even worse is that if I want to go anywhere, I either have to get in with an idiot Manila taxi driver who couldn't find his fundament (or the meter for that matter) with both hands or, worserer still, drive her horrid Toyota. Please hurry. Thank you. Love, George.
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If you get desperate you can try
Gulf Star Motors
sales@gulfstarsauto.com
+97165339600
They supplied my front prop shaft.
Might get complicated or you might hit gold.
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If you get desperate you can try Gulf Star Motors sales@gulfstarsauto.com +97165339600 They supplied my front prop shaft. Might get complicated or you might hit gold. Cheers for the just in case contact. Rimmers say they have in stock which means that I should have the shaft Thurs/Fri. All being well.
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Got an email yesterday inviting me to a meeting tomorrow. Two choices; take the hideous Toyota or do battle with the shaft again. No choice at all really.
Shaft off again, I selected a large BFH and attacked. Twenty minutes later, the slip joint surrendered. I can now confirm that the male splined end does indeed have a little pip on it which, when lined up with the gap in the female splines allows the two halves to slide together with no effort whatsoever. Amazing what you find out just too late.
One test drive later demonstrates zero vibration so I can roll up to my meeting in style.
I'll keep the new shaft on order as a spare.
Another one for the good guys!
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THE_Liam
Yorkshire and The Humber
If at first you don't succeed... HAMMERS.
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Great news, can't beat a free fix!
Will have to post pictures of my lasses stepdads, remember me saying he had a DSE that he traded in for a motorhome along with a caravan? Well he can't stomach driving his lasses Yaris anymore so he's just managed to pick up a really tidy 4.0 for £1500, just waiting for him to pick it up so I can pass judgement.
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Great news, can't beat a free fix! Will have to post pictures of my lasses stepdads, remember me saying he had a DSE that he traded in for a motorhome along with a caravan? Well he can't stomach driving his lasses Yaris anymore so he's just managed to pick up a really tidy 4.0 for £1500, just waiting for him to pick it up so I can pass judgement. You're just trying to upset me that you can pick up a P38 at that price! I wish. Aye, get some pics up when he gets it. It'll be a bit different from the derv for him - and certainly nicer than the Yaris.
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THE_Liam
Yorkshire and The Humber
If at first you don't succeed... HAMMERS.
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Great news, can't beat a free fix! Will have to post pictures of my lasses stepdads, remember me saying he had a DSE that he traded in for a motorhome along with a caravan? Well he can't stomach driving his lasses Yaris anymore so he's just managed to pick up a really tidy 4.0 for £1500, just waiting for him to pick it up so I can pass judgement. You're just trying to upset me that you can pick up a P38 at that price! I wish. Aye, get some pics up when he gets it. It'll be a bit different from the derv for him - and certainly nicer than the Yaris. Might have something to do with fuel costs, I bet 4.0 V8s would be dearer here if petrol was as cheap as in the Phillipines
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Last Edit: Apr 8, 2015 9:57:28 GMT by THE_Liam
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Might have something to do with fuel costs, I bet 4.0 V8s would be dearer here if petrol was as cheap as in the Phillipines Interesting thought and I'm sure you are right in the UK sense. However, fuel is only seen as cheap here by those who, like me, come from Europe. The average Filipino will tell you how expensive it is and that you must be mad running a V8. Remember that a good salary here is generally way below UK levels. Despite this, Range Rovers and Jaguars carry a premium, which I think is because they had/have such a hefty import tax in the first place. This then carries through, no matter how old they are, with the buyers seen as not affected so much by fuel cost. My mates in the O&G industry tell me that both here and Thailand have fuel at around the right price, i.e., (basically)un-taxed and un-subsidised. Malaysia on the other hand is around 50% cheaper due to subsidies. If the UK charged on the same basis as here, you'd be paying around 50-60p/litre and you can half that in Kuala Lumpur. Just to really annoy you guys, in Malaysia, with a 3.0L Isuzu D-Max, it used to cost me seven pounds every fortnight to put half a tank of derv in. And that was the office commute every day + running around at weekends Here it's around GBP 30 every two weeks or so, but I don't do a daily commute. Mind, 15mpg is about the best I get smoking around in the Manila traffic. Get her out on the highway, and it leaps to maybe 19! Still, it's more fun (with a V8) in the Philippines!
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Last Edit: Apr 8, 2015 12:20:18 GMT by georgeb
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As yesterday was the 69th day out of the 48 days I was told to wait for my new plates, I optimistically gave the Malate LTO a call. It went something like this:
"Just ringing to see if my plates are ready yet, ELG111"
"ELG111? You didn't register it until February. You should hab done January."
"If you check back, you'll see I first tried on January 6th and several times afterwards, but you couldn't register it until 2nd February"
"Ah yes, but that mean your plates now in February batch. You call back, two weeks"
Somehow, she managed to make it sound like it was all my fault as well.
In other news, the propshaft has arrived at Clark, so I can expect delivery this afternoon. Will keep this as a spare for now, but I've let my P38 guy know that I have it available if he should need one for a customer at short notice.
Rear shaft UJs on the cards for this weekend as it looks like work is kicking off again big time, so it's back to my favorite freight train up the street project again.
Funny how these things happen though. The last few weeks have been a bit quiet on the work front then on Tuesday I get an e-mail saying I'm desperately wanted on a project in KL, starting next week with six months in Malaysia. The same day I got a call from my client here saying he needed to see me urgently. We met up for a beer that evening where he told me that after weeks of silence the project kick-off meeting was today and that "You going to be very busy for next six months".
So the choice is work on a project I truly believe will make a huge difference to Manila or go to Malaysia (which I don't like), pay through the nose for beer, have to live in a hotel, not be able to drive my baby and build a metro in a city I don't care about.
Bit of a no brainer really.
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As long as you work it into the contract that you get unlimited free rides around town and the train drivers call you Sir George. An official hat wouldn't go astray, either.
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As long as you work it into the contract that you get unlimited free rides around town and the train drivers call you Sir George. An official hat wouldn't go astray, either. Never mind rides, Sir George wants to be the first to drive the loco and 20 wagons up the 2.5km of road! Hat? HAT? They have no uniforms on PNR here. You have to guess who is the punter and who is supposed to drive, and hope you're right. Just has that nice Mr. UPS here with my new propshaft. Ordered on Easter Monday from Rimmers, delivered Friday. Really cannot complain about the service. Oh, and the good news is that it's not Britpart either. Now under the table with the radiator, I'm sure she'll never notice. Unless she stubs her toe on it.
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Aren't old motors embarrassing? And old men for that matter. On Sunday, I was volunteered to take the girls shopping in one of the big malls in Makati. Now, I love my girls dearly but, by the same token, hate malls with a passion. The normal trick of handing over some money and parking myself in a bar with a cheerful, 'See ya later' wasn't going to work, so it was going to be a finely balanced exercise. 35 degrees outside and the air-con refuses to work having been fine the day before. They moan throughout the 30 minute drive. We they shop. They moan throughout the 60 minute return home. I get my first beer of a Sunday at 3pm. Unheard of! Bloody cars. This morning, I set off on an air-con repair mission. Last time, it was the wiring to a pressure switch, but that was all good. Got continuity everywhere just no feed to compressor and fans. Hmm. Round the corner to the local air-con shed where he checks me Freon. "No hab". Okay, fill 'er up. A tenner later and we has cold air again. Nice. Set off for home and what's this? No brakes? It's only a few hundred yards so stick it in low box and ease home. Fuse box open and what do I see? What a pillock. I'd moved the ABS relay out of the way so I could get to one of the A/C ones and promptly stuck it back into an unused slot . Result? No brakes! At least it was an easy fix and I wasn't doing 110kph when I found out.
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pauls0
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Apr 13, 2015 14:03:49 GMT
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Yikes, unlucky/lucky there George... You've actually got me considering selling the very reliable (boring) Mazda, and getting a P38 now, but I'm not sure if my bank balance (or sanity) will allow running a Disco 3 for the wife and a P38 for me... But I have just seen this > neoauto.com/land-rover-range-rover-1999-rmuw6Shame it's an auto, but then driving mostly in Lima my average speed hasn't exceded 20kph in over a year!
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Apr 13, 2015 20:00:04 GMT
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Jeez dude that was a scary one. The mall shopping I mean, not the brake failure! What was the level of wallet damage?
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Apr 13, 2015 22:18:21 GMT
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Yikes, unlucky/lucky there George... You've actually got me considering selling the very reliable (boring) Mazda, and getting a P38 now, but I'm not sure if my bank balance (or sanity) will allow running a Disco 3 for the wife and a P38 for me... But I have just seen this > neoauto.com/land-rover-range-rover-1999-rmuw6Shame it's an auto, but then driving mostly in Lima my average speed hasn't exceeded 20kph in over a year! Go on, you know you want to. Sanity's overrated and there's no pockets in a shroud! Interestingly, when I was in KL, we had a new Isuzu D-Max 30L turbo diesel. Did everything you wanted, including some fairly serious jungle runs, but God it was dull. Range Rovers are reasonably well supported there but I fought shy of having one as Malaysians, in the main, are notorious for ignoring maintenance on their vehicles. Coming to the Philippines, where there is virtually zero support and the same maintenance issues, I go and buy one. Figure that? Saying that, like the Isuzu, it does everything I need on and off-road, but it just does it in consummate style! The other stuff just adds to the interest - honest I see your adverts there are similar to here: www.olx.ph/index.php/view+classifieds/id/71985902/second+hand+range+rover+1996?referralKeywords=land+rover&event=Search+Ranking,Position,3-11,51#advertisementDetails This guy wants 10 grand (GBP) for a 1996 4.0L. Two shonky photographs and a minimal description. Yeah, that'll work then. Lima sounds about the same as here for crawling around, although 20kph is an ambition yet to be realised. This is why early Sunday mornings normally see me heading out on the Cavite Expressway for a good thrash to clear her lungs. TBH, I wouldn't have anything but an auto (as if there was a choice!). Certainly in the traffic here as well as off-road, I far prefer a slushbox, especially one as controllable as this. Jeez dude that was a scary one. The mall shopping I mean, not the brake failure! What was the level of wallet damage?
Yeah, a close shave for sure!
I was going to do the bar trick but two of them jumping around saying "Pleeeease Daddy George, you come too" saw my resolve crumble and, to be honest, it could have been worse.
Using a bit of the old psychology, I'd given them some Peso each and told them that they could keep whatever was left, so that kept them in budget. I'd also insisted that we had lunch after shopping and boy, two hungry Filipinas can really get a move on! If we'd done it the other way around, it would have taken several lethargic hours. Watching the two of them shop was like one of those trolley dash thingys. I've never seen so many t-shirts, shorts and other bits of unmentionable girly apparel fly into a basket in such a short time. A cursory look and in it went. The lure of food!
However, despite the reasonable success and the gaining of considerable teen Filipina Brownie points from my two little bottle openers, it's not an exercise I'm keen to repeat, Madam can take 'em next time!
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Apr 17, 2015 23:36:50 GMT
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So the good things about living here; the beer is cheap, fags are cheap, fuel is cheap, it's hot all year round, the women are beautiful (so I'm told) and your never stuck for somewhere to go on holiday.
The downside? The heat knackers your Range Rovers interior plastics.
Had the missing piece and found somewhere that could do a fiberglass repair on this. Did a good job too. Handily, they've also moved down to the other end of Luzon island, a little far away now!
So I really need one of these
And definitely need one of these
I also need the rear parcel shelf surround as mines cream crackered and the high level brake light trim with the chances of finding those here somewhere between slim and none.
Imagine my delight then whilst perusing rangerovers.net I come across a post from Scotty, my earstwhile valve block rebuild kit supplier, saying he's re-starting his parts supply company. So I ask if he ever comes across the bits I need and this morning, he mails me to say he's found a scrapper with the correct interior and that all the bits I need are there. Coming in at a real good price as well. Just waiting on total with shipping from California and they'll be winging their way Philippine-wards.
A good result for a Saturday.
Meantime, I'm off to get a new air-con filler valve fitted in an hour or so. Mine decided to puke it's Freon out, hence the issue last weekend. So all being well, we'll be nice and cold again.
Meanwhile I've been asked on several occasions in the past about what sort of work could be done by folk wishing to migrate to this island paradise and, to this end, I have produced a handy pull-out-and-keep guide to entrepreneurship in the Philippines so...
The opportunities for successful businesses in the Philippines are many and varied. Today, we’ll just look at a few of the avenues open to those wishing to plough their own furrow, free of the bonds of managerial servitude or indeed, any contact with the revenue service.
The Buko Juice Seller
Buko is a young coconut, not the brown hairy thing that we Europeans are used to, which are old coconuts and called niyog, of course. In order to succeed in this business area, you’ll need a wooden cart, a sharp machete, a large white plastic jar (with red lid), a supply of little plastic cups, a spoon and, of course, some young coconuts.
Starting this business with as many figures as possible is considered a bonus as waving your machete around soon whittles their numbers down. Three on each hand is considered the absolute minimum number before you start to drop everything and enter enforced retirement. You’ll also need to learn to shout ‘BUUUUUUUOOOOO” very loudly as you push your wares through Tondo’s leafy avenues. This is called “advertising”.
The Refuse Collector For this venture, you’ll need a wooden cart (can we see a pattern developing here children?), stout flip-flops, a brush and a robust constitution. Some of the more professional carry old sacks with them to pile the rubbish into, those of a more frugal nature don’t, and just drip.
The idea is that you push your cart along the road steadfastly ignoring all rubbish and litter until the stench finally disgusts even the strongest Filipino nose, whereupon someone will offer you 20 Pesos to shift it. This is where the strong stomach comes in. It also helps if you like cockroaches. The upside is that you’ll never have to wait in a queue again.
You won’t need to spend a fortune with Saatchi & Saatchi either, folks’ll know you are coming from three streets away.
The Hardware Shop A little more capital intensive than the first two as a start-up, but this can reap its own rewards. One, it’s more socially acceptable to the opposite sex than refuse collection and two, you are less likely to lose your fingers than lopping the tops off coconuts.
For equipment you’ll need, yes, you guessed it, a wooden cart, some surplus umbrellas and…well, that’s about it really. Apart from some stuff to sell. This ideally should be made from the lowest grade plastic available, guaranteeing that whatever you sell this week will need replacing by next and thus ensuring a steady stream of repeat customers.
Advertising is undertaken at a subliminal level here. Your cart is so overloaded it takes an age to move anywhere and as you do, you block the entire street, bringing everything to a standstill. You are therefore pretty much immobile for most of the time, giving people plenty of opportunity to realise their week-old bucket has now split and to remember they need another.
The Washing Machine Hirer Personal ownership of washing machines in Tondo is low. Not because people don’t launder their clothes, they do, but because it’s considered a major capital expense, right up there with wooden carts. This being the case, there are basically two choices: 1) Continue the eons old tradition of bashing clothes on something, or 2) Hire a washing machine
Obviously we are looking at a more upmarket business here, so no wooden carts for you. At the very least you’ll need a pedal sidecar with which to transport your wares. Obviously, the other essentials are some washing machines. Condition isn’t too important here and it seems that as long as it holds water and makes some sort of noise when it’s switched on, your customers will be satisfied.
Advertising is pretty irrelevant as well. As you pedal your sidecar full of washing machines along the boulevard you can only be one of two things; an passionate collector of all things washing machine-y who, to be honest, are a bit thin on the ground, or a Washing Machine Hirer and we reckon that even Mrs Sanchez could tell the difference.
The A La Cart Roadside Café An ideal business for those aspiring to be the next Jamie Oliver or, dare we say it, the voluptuous Nigella Lawson, but who have absolutely zero culinary flair. You see the beauty of Philippine cuisine is that there are only two recipes; fry it, or boil it. Couple this with the fact that the only important ingredients are pork fat, offal and rice, then even the most challenged should be capable of knocking something up that someone will pay ten Pesos for. Remember, quantity not quality is the key to success here and, if you can get away with it, neither.
In order to be successful in this venture you’ll need a wooden cart and not just any old wooden cart either, but a bespoke, craftsman built wooden cart. This will, when unfolded, provide cooking, serving, eating and seating areas to your lucky punters. It will also fall apart.
The main difficulty we can envisage with this enterprise is the retention of customers as listeria, E-coli, amoebic dysentery, etc., run wild through their numbers, thinning them out like an Uzi on full auto. However, looking on the bright side, your severely limited menu is more than compensated for by the sheer range of fascinating and exotic bacteria you are able to offer. Advertising is not necessary as you’ll soon draw a and large curious crowd to watch your diners clutch their throats whilst frothing at the mouth as they contort wildly in their death throes.
The Single Menu Mobile Café
Very similar to the above, but with lower CAPEX/OPEX and a more limited range of ailments on offer.
The Sidecar Driver Ah, the Gondola of Tondo. This romantic and ubiquitous mode of transport can be seen plying their trade at all times of day and night. Unless it rains. Or is dark. Or is hot. Or the driver’s asleep, which is most of the time.
As a start-up, there is a fair capital investment required but absolutely zero maintenance costs (rusty chains and squeaky wheels are de rigueur and seen as an essential part of the overall customer journey experience) will soon see this recouped. These knights of the road can be instantly recognised for their lean, sinewy bodies hardened over years of attempting to pedal Mrs Sanchez, a month’s worth of rice and her brood of seven along the rutted streets.
Apart from a sidecar, you’ll need a compete inability to communicate intelligibly in any known language whilst retaining the skill of dreaming up ridiculous prices on the spot which, in Tondo, is anything over 10 Pesos.
Advertising consists of nodding the head and making grunting noises.
The Green Lipped Mussel Seller Perhaps one of the least capital intensive of all the start-ups here. All that is required is a large metal bowl for your wares, which is carried on the head. The goods too are free, harvested by your virgin daughters (so that’s any under the age of around eleven then) in the silvery light of a full moon from the pristine waters of Manila Bay. Whilst you can’t compete on the disease front with other food vendors, you are certainly able to offer an unrivalled range of heavy metals.
We haven’t got a picture of this particular enterprise as the vendors ply their trade in the early hours and apparently the flash startles the stock.
Attract your customers by shouting, “MOOOOUUUUUUU” as you walk along.
The Stuff Wrapped in Leaves Seller
We have absolutely no idea what is being sold here and the jaunty cry of, “OOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUU” doesn’t really give much away either. However, as we’ve never seen anyone buying anything from this business, we cannot really recommend it.
Come to think of it, we’ve never seen anyone buying the mercury flavoured mussels either.
The Private Parking Attendant Not to be confused with “The Official Parking Attendant” who has a uniform, is pleasant and does weird stuff like issue receipts. No, this little bunch of raggedy-arsed entrepreneurs need nothing more than a spare piece of pavement and a wave of the arms to attract their punters, like mackerel to a spinner.
It will be noted that whilst this venture is entirely free of any start-up or operating costs, as most of the time your demand for payment will be met with the response, “Pakyu ka”, roughly translated as, “F**K you”, it is also almost completely without income.
Conclusions? Not really, but what to do? As can be seen, there are a myriad of choices for the aspiring self-employed and we’ve only really scratched the surface of the sheer range of opportunities out there. There’s the Stuff-on-a-Stick Seller for example, who can be seen doing a roaring trade with those who like their stuff, on a stick. So, you pays your money and you takes your choice, in the Philippines the world is indeed, your cadmium filled oyster.
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Last Edit: Dec 18, 2016 1:24:36 GMT by georgeb
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eternaloptimist
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Too many projects, not enough time or space...
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I'm genuinely intrigued by Mr stuff wrapped in leaves.
Is there stuff in there? Or are they just particularly large leaves folded to conveniently fit into your pocket? I'm slightly surprised a man of your adventurous spirit hasn't just gone and spent perhaps 10 pesos to satisfy his curiosity. Go buy a stuffed leaf and report back!
Top reportage as usual.
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XC70, VW split screen crew cab, Standard Ten
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THE_Liam
Yorkshire and The Humber
If at first you don't succeed... HAMMERS.
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What about the chap who runs a bar for tired, overheated ex-pats to quench their beer lust after a day of working on Range Rovers in 1.62 million degree heat and 478% humidity?
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Apr 18, 2015 15:22:20 GMT
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Brilliant! You should edit these and send it to the BBC for the "From Our Correspondent" program ....
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