Excellent idea, Rim. Unfortunately, epsom salts appear to be the one thing I forgot to throw into the 1st aid kit. There is a drugstore in town that might carry it, though. In the meantime I'm thinking that the South China Sea is pretty salty. Maybe another swim might at least sterilize the wounds.
Anyone notice how jet lag becomes an ever-greater hurdle the older you get? Just the 3-hour differential going to the east coast requires copious amounts of alternating coffee and prune juice to cope. My present location is a whopping 16-hour time shift from PST. Makes you feel like you're on another planet, not just another continent. I got up at 1:00 AM today, thinking it felt like morning, which I suppose technically it was.
I want to know how those guys working call centers in India manage it, since they have to work inverted hours to service the U.S. I'll have to ask "Kevin" from "Texas", who answers the phone when I call my bank.
Actually, these wacky hours aren't all that bad. At 1:00 AM it's cool here, in the upper 60's. As I type this I'm sitting outside in shorts and sandals while being serenaded by crickets. And at this hour those incessant chickens have finally shut up. Chickens are the ubiquitous background ambiance of the Philippines, city or country. If I ever get to build my studio here, a primary design requirement will be 80 dB transmission loss at chicken frequencies.
Alas, today begins my last week in paradise. On Friday night we'll begin the long trek homeward, starting with an 8-hour overnight drive to Manila. Talk about yer jetlag...we leave Manila on Saturday morning and arrive in Seattle
an hour earlier on the same day. Hope there's no snow.