I went to the Philippines for Christmas of 1995. I like being away on holiday at Christmas. I've celebratedthe festivities in all sorts of locations. There are two things I remember in particular about the Philippines trip. First, it rained a lot - and I do mean a lot. The photographs don't really give any idea of just how much. The night that I spent sleeping in the bamboo hut pictured below was one of the most miserable I recall, plagued by a recurring dream in which I woke up and it was sunny. The trouble was that every time I woke up it was still pouring down and my sleeping back was more soaked through than the time before.
The second thing I remember is that I spent a lot of time with Alison and that because of that I enjoyed immensely what was really not much more than a beach holiday with muddy jungley interludes. It was a wonderful trip.
Sadly that particular romance went the way of most holiday romances. We send each other birthday cards and christmas cards nowadays.
Still, to put in another one of those quotes I'm so fond of, as Arsene Houssay wrote 'We must always have old memories, and young hopes.'
Here are the pictures.