I'm normally a regular kind of guy. I wake up, have 2 or 3 pleasant minutes on the pan, then I'm ready for the day ahead.
Well, for the past couple of days things haven't been running quite so smoothly in that department. And the situation came to a turtle's head this morning when I woke with severe stomach cramps, convinced I had some kind of untreatable tropical disease.
It was a cataclysmic case of constipation.
An acute blockage, causing all manner of discomfort, and for a couple of hellish hours, I genuinely thought my number 2 was up.
Luckily, Sagada is the kind of hippy retreat where places called 'The Yoghurt House' serve up generous bowls of banana and bran for breakfast. And before long, normal bottom service had been resumed.
What a relief.
Sagada's great. Very laid back, with an atmosphere quite unlike any other Philippine town we've visited. No karaoke for a start, and not a lot of traffic either - just bundles of gorgeous mountain scenery and some of the finest eateries to be found anywhere in the country.
Our digs at St.Joseph's resthouse have a large garden overlooking the town, and after yesterday's travelling shenanigans it was a treat to spend most of the day kicking back and relaxing.
They have Mickey Mouse pillow cases too, which is nice.
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