Я на севере Филиппин. Плюс 28. Город Виган....

I am in the north of the Philippines. Plus 28. The city of Vigan. UNESCO treasure, incredibly beautiful. It seems that in general everything around is some kind of solid Latin America. Even their cemeteries are just as cheerful and vibrant in color and richness of decor. Yesterday, Chris and I, who suddenly pulled me into the Philippine obscurity, watched a rich woman take out various denominations of banknotes from Louis Vuitton’s purse and throw them out the window. A crowd gathered below. Someone climbed onto the window ledge, someone climbed onto a friend's shoulders. And then everyone got into a fight, of course. Such a tradition, they have a religious holiday. In the evening there was a Catholic race of saints on tricycles around the central cathedral. The statues sparkled with neon and sequins on robes. The people followed with candles. Mysticism, right ah. Chris, who arrived with some tricky router, walked with his phone buried and lost me. His version is that I take pictures all the time, and I lost him. But you can’t argue. In the morning there was a normal parade, secular. They promised to start at seven in the morning (!). At 8.30 we gently finished the coffee, and had time in time for the beginning. We went around the whole city. Chris danced with the girls in pink, and he posted it right there. I curled my lips contemptuously, but it's really funny. Then we went to the beach, and there was nobody there at all. Surprisingly, the waves are something that scare tourists. Or we don’t know something ... Today my buddy has left, and I am the only one in the first night. Another 5 days for all sorts of adventures ...