tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62223997268449482412024-03-05T04:16:39.419-08:00The Sisters HanawayLiving the adventures, one day at a time.The Hanaway Sistershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01918137823664371722noreply@blogger.comBlogger75125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222399726844948241.post-50686509981397310042011-11-14T19:39:00.000-08:002011-11-14T19:39:01.206-08:00The Adventure Continues!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhClyLpuPpWpjvLUhj7lDH06bsiED5ccxe9sBkzhZ5Ob0eo3rcgc4VrNGvS_mngj3v05s83jr58TFxQ3KmdGiq9AYM0JYx7y7Ocxyu46QU3NpjANtwl94sVgoE5EwwNdK4jS5IfSIJolJ4/s1600/DSC_0093.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhClyLpuPpWpjvLUhj7lDH06bsiED5ccxe9sBkzhZ5Ob0eo3rcgc4VrNGvS_mngj3v05s83jr58TFxQ3KmdGiq9AYM0JYx7y7Ocxyu46QU3NpjANtwl94sVgoE5EwwNdK4jS5IfSIJolJ4/s320/DSC_0093.jpg" width="228" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Hey All!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Allison has returned to the Philippines, if you would like to keep up with the adventures, click over to her blog: <a href="http://www.ahanaway.blogspot.com/">www.ahanaway.blogspot.com</a></div>The Hanaway Sistershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01918137823664371722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222399726844948241.post-24079036700047685722011-04-21T06:43:00.000-07:002011-04-21T06:43:04.238-07:00Our Last Sabbath in Palawan.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/last%20sabbath/DSCN2652.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/last%20sabbath/DSCN2652.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>When Allison returned from HCBN, we had a list of things we needed to do and meals we needed to eat (yes, we're pathetically sentimental like that). However, we had a very short time to complete our list because we were incredibly busy for our last week in Palawan. In fact, we were only going to be at home in Brookes Point for 2 days. So Allison made sure to put herself in the mindset that she would not be relaxing until the plane ride home ;)<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/last%20sabbath/DSCN2673.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/last%20sabbath/DSCN2673.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/last%20sabbath/DSCN2654.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/last%20sabbath/DSCN2654.jpg" width="200" /></a>When it came to our last Sabbath, we only had one place where we wanted to spend our last church service. The Limbason church. We've <a href="http://the-sisters-hanaway.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-new-shoes.html">mentioned</a> the Limbason church on a <a href="http://the-sisters-hanaway.blogspot.com/2011/03/february-in-nutshell.html">couple </a>different occasions. We've always really enjoyed this church because some of our most favorite people attend this church. Also, because they are a new church and we love the dedication the church members have to making grow.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/last%20sabbath/DSCN2665.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/last%20sabbath/DSCN2665.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/last%20sabbath/DSCN2670.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/last%20sabbath/DSCN2670.jpg" width="200" /></a><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/last%20sabbath/DSCN2674.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/last%20sabbath/DSCN2674.jpg" width="200" /></a>So Sabbath morning came and after some AMAZING pumpkin pancakes (made by Sam), Jam and us began our motorcycle convoy and headed to Limbason church. As usual, upon arriving, the church members asked us to perform the special music and Jam to preach the sermon. Bro. Nitz had a short dedication and prayer for us, and the rest of the time we spent in fellowship with our favorite little church. Afterwards we took PLENTY of pictures and then said our goodbyes to everyone.<a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/last%20sabbath/DSCN2663.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/last%20sabbath/DSCN2663.jpg" width="320" /></a><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Limbason Church Membership</td></tr>
</tbody></table>After church we had a few people on our list that we needed to see, first was Jojo and Skye. If you don't remember who they are, Jojo is Rovelyn's brother. He joined our mission in December and has been SUCH a blessing. Never have we seen anyone work harder in our lives. Jojo also brought his 4 year old daughter Skye. We wanted to make sure we said goodbye to them and Allison needed a quick interview with Jojo. Afterwards we headed to our favorite Palawano family's home, The Melnes family. We spent some time with them and gave them some clothes that we weren't taking back to the states with us. We admire this family and their faith in God. It was hard to say goodbye.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Richard and his 3 brothers. :)</td></tr>
</tbody></table><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/last%20sabbath/DSCN2703.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/last%20sabbath/DSCN2703.jpg" width="150" /></a>Then we headed to Richard's house. You may remember Richard, he had the badly, infected leg that Sam cured with Charcoal. We wanted to stop by and see how he was doing and let him know that we were leaving. His leg is pretty much back to normal. When we arrived he was running and playing with his friends. We were so excited to see that he could continue to live his life the way a 12 year old boy should. :)<br />
After running around all day, we returned to our house and spent the rest of our night with the Reyes' family and Jam. We made our amazing Vegan Pizza and it was the best one we've ever made :) Then we spent the rest of the night packing up our stuff. :(<br />
It was a great way to spend our last Sabbath in Palawan, early the next morning we were taking a Jeepney to Rio Tuba to spend our last 3 days on the island of Bancalaan and Balabac. Till then...<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">~Me and Her</span></i></b></div>The Hanaway Sistershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01918137823664371722noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222399726844948241.post-46351160042095019302011-04-20T04:48:00.000-07:002011-04-20T04:48:41.570-07:00The Blood PatientIn our blog, <a href="http://the-sisters-hanaway.blogspot.com/2011/04/march-madness.html">March Madness</a>, we mentioned a patient who had fainted while coming to our medical mission and we drove her to the hospital. Believe it or not, that adventure didn't stop there.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/DSC_0103.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/DSC_0103.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>When we arrived at the hospital with our patient, Norvena, the nurses performed a blood test on her. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Her hemoglobin dropped to 40 mmol,which was very low (normal range 120-160 mmol.). </span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/DSC_0127.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/DSC_0127.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/DSC_0126.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/DSC_0126.jpg" width="200" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Immediately the doctor ordered 2 units of blood to be transfused. But there was no compatible blood for her, so the doctor talked to her husband for her to be transferred to Puerto Princesa hospital. Her husband didn’t want to go, because they don’t have money. But the hospital provided a free ambulance conduction (Praise God!!) and endorsed the rest of the responsibilities to our PAMAS team. We sent Jam along as the advocate for her.</span><br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/DSC_0147.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/DSC_0147.jpg" width="200" /></a><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/DSC_0135.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/DSC_0135.jpg" width="200" /></a><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">In Puerto, the situation was not treated as the emergency it should've been. It took Jam 4 days to get her, her first transfusion of blood. Everyday we were praying that God would keep her alive and stable and to spare the life of her child. God definitely blessed because she remained in stable condition until she got her first unit of blood (she needed 4 units all together). </span></span><br />
<a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/DSC_0139.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/DSC_0139.jpg" width="200" /></a><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">"After the first unit, she was already looking and feeling SOOO much better. She would say, 'I'm ready to go home now'." Jam told us. Its amazing what blood can do for a person.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">When she was in stable condition and waiting for her next 3 units of blood, the Doctor did an ultrasound to make sure the baby was still alive and healthy. What he found out was a surprise to us all!</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Norvena was pregnant with twins! Both were still alive and healthy. But the babies were a little distressed so the Doctor ordered an emergency C-section. "I was there and she still had a pregnant belly. I went to get some lunch and when I came back, she no longer had a pregnant belly and there were 2 beautiful twin girls in the NICU" said Jam.</span></span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/DSC_0149.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/DSC_0149.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/DSC_0152.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/DSC_0152.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> They put IV’s on the babies and gave them antibiotics because they had Sepsis (infection in the blood). After a week, Norvena was able to received her next 3 units of blood. Then Roy headed down to Puerto to help Jam with the discharging process. Roy, Jam, and Norvena's husband were a little nervous with how much the bill would be. </span></span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/DSC_0158.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/DSC_0158.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/DSC_0162.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/DSC_0162.jpg" width="200" /></a><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"></span></span>Their fear was answered by God with the help of PCSO (Philippine Charity Sweepstakes office) who took care of most of the costs! Praise God! Then they returned to the hospital to get all 3 patients discharged. Before they could discharge the twins, the nurses said that they had to be named. As is Filipino custom, Norvena asked Roy and Jam to name them. Roy looked at the twin, baby girls and said, "Let's name them Samantha and Allison." (Two VERY dignified names, if we do say so ourselves ;) ) So after 2 weeks of being far away from home, Norvena, her husband, baby Samantha and baby Allison were discharged from the hospital.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/DSC_0183.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/DSC_0183.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/DSC_0223.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/DSC_0223.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/DSC_0209.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/DSC_0209.jpg" width="200" /></a>When they returned to Brooke's, Sam met the newborn twins, Samantha and Allison, for the first time. (Allison was at HCBN at this time.) They were so tiny and adorable. Roy and Sam made sure to go to the twins house everyday for the first couple of days to check on the babies, change the mom's C-section bandage, and make sure everything was ok. Sam enjoyed bathing and feeding little Allison and Samantha. As she would hold them she would use little nicknames that she had heard her entire life (For example: Sammy, Sam, Ally, Al) and the family was like, "Those are cute nicknames for them!<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/DSC_0255.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/DSC_0255.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>"Oh, thanks. I've only had 22 years experience with the names" Sam replied ;)<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/DSCN2835.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/DSCN2835.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/DSCN2814.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/DSCN2814.jpg" width="200" /></a>When Allison returned from HCBN, we went to see the babies. There's something extra special about holding a baby that is named after you :D We were so happy that we were able to help take care of this woman and to help save her life and begin 2 more. It was truly and miraculous experience.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Now we couldn't do a blog about our Filipino life without mentioning "the Filipino pose". You've probably noticed it more than once in the pictures we've posted on our blog. The Filipinos we take pictures of really enjoy the 'checkmark under the face' pose. We first noticed it when Nini lived next door. She use to do it ALL the time, then as we started taking pictures of other kids and people we realized that it was a fairly popular pose in the Filipino community. So, here you have it. A small collection of the Filipino pose</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0146.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0146.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0074.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0074.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0071.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0071.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0072.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0072.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0145-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0145-1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0055-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0055-1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0031-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0031-2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0048.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0048.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0035-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0035-1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0046.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0046.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So if you ever come over to the Philippines, expect to get PLENTY of pictures of people doing this pose.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Even WE caught the "Checkmark pose" fever. :)</td></tr>
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</div>The Hanaway Sistershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01918137823664371722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222399726844948241.post-44875769142246798612011-04-17T18:54:00.000-07:002011-04-17T18:54:03.064-07:00A little bit of our Filipino life: Swimming Time!!<div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">U.S. Countdown</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">7 days</span></div><br />
With the 90 degree days, and the extremely high humidity, swimming is the favorite past time of almost ANY Filipino. However the rules of swimming are MUCH different than in the states.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSCN0986.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSCN0986.jpg" width="150" /></a></div>Here, of course, there are no pools. So everyone pretty much swims....wherever they can find water and the kids swim...in their birthday suits. It was always pretty humorous, you'd just be driving down the road and all of a sudden see naked children jumping off a bridge.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As missionaries, we also enjoyed a nice swim once is awhile (of course our attire was somewhat different ;) ) Whenever we wanted to spend the day as a team somewhere we would swim. The best part was the Brookes Point area offered NUMEROUS locations to swim. Sometimes, they involved waterfalls, sometimes hot springs, and sometimes cliffs. But either way, we always had alot of fun together swimming. Definitely makes the day seem a little cooler.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0147.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0147.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0141.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0141.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0073.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0073.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0103.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0103.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0159-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0159-1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0130.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="299" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0130.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Even Baby Haddie was a little water bug. She'd even sit in a puddle if given the chance :)</td></tr>
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We're definitely gonna miss our random swimming adventures, among other things :(</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>The Hanaway Sistershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01918137823664371722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222399726844948241.post-12458482863165193752011-04-17T18:26:00.000-07:002011-04-17T18:26:09.738-07:00A little bit of our Filipino life: Charcoal Treatment<div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">U.S. Countdown</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">8 days</span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Baby Haddie is our Charcoal Mascot. She Loves it :)</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Before coming to the philippines we had heard of charcoal being used to cure sickness and infections. We, however, never tried it ourselves, and didn't think that it really had a true benefical importance. Right at the beginning, however, we realized how wrong we were about it. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Charcoal has been an amazing gift. It's amazing to see how God can make something so unimportant as charcoal and make it a remedy for the vilest offender. There is a spiritual lesson in charcoal, but we're too lazy to elaborate. (I think you can figure it out though)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Charcoal has been a wonderful help when it comes to stomach issues. Many people here in the Philippines suffer from ulcers and stomach acidity. But our treatment, instead of the drugs, would be a couple capsules of charcoal. Also if a patient had a stomach bug, like diarrhea, they would be given charcoal tablets. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">However, the best thing when using charcoal is when you're using it on infected sores or wounds. The pictures below show some of the cases where people would have a skin infection and we would do a Charcoal poultice on it. It was so cool doing that cause you could actually see the pus being pulled out of the wound. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We really strive to teach people these natural remedies. That way they can do things on their own without spending the costly doctor fees. Charcoal is very easy for the Palawano's the attain too, making this treatment very sensible.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Even though she looks terrified, Charcoal is a very painless intervention.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is our favorite Charcoal Story. This is Richard''s leg. <a href="http://the-sisters-hanaway.blogspot.com/2010/10/philippine-adventure-2-infected-foot.html">We've written about him before</a>.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Teaching Richard's mother how to prepare it.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nomark's, Richard's Brothers, foot.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One, big, happy, Charcoal Family!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This lady, Sam had happen to be sitting by at a bus stop. Sam took her to the apartments where we did a poultice on her eye.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sorry this looks so gross. But this is the pus that was draining out of the infection after the poultice. She continued the poultices every evening. :)<br />
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<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">God is so wonderful. Giving us these natural ways to heal our bodies. We have seen with our own eyes the healing wonders of Charcoal. We will be a proud sponsor of Charcoal for the rest of our Lives.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><i>~Me and Her</i></b></span></div><br />
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</tbody></table>The Hanaway Sistershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01918137823664371722noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222399726844948241.post-21888969084288355762011-04-17T18:11:00.000-07:002011-04-17T18:11:33.529-07:00A little bit of our Filipino life: Common Irregularities.<div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">U.S. Countdown</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">9 days</span></div>Upon arriving in the Philippines, we've had adjust to the way of life around us. However, there are two COMMON irregularities that tend to stick out the most when it came to adjusting to our lives here. First is the Weather.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0149.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0149.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0324.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0324.jpg" width="200" /></a>We have to admit, the weather in the Philippines has, for the most part, been ideal (atleast compared to the winter experienced back home :/ ). But there was always one downside to Filipino weather....rain. Rain in the Philippines is nothing like the rain back home. Back home, you watch the weather man and he predicts days ahead that it is possibly going to rain. You see it coming all the way from California!<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0228.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0228.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0243.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0243.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>However, in the Philippines, the rain is literally like a light switch. One second, you're hanging your clothes out on the line, commenting on how beautiful the day is, you walk into the house and suddenly you hear it pouring rain outside. Now you have dampened spirits and laundry ;) This has happen to us on more than one occasion.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0187.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0187.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0188.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0188.jpg" width="200" /></a>One morning, we woke up, and decided to go to market. It was beautiful and sunny, so we would walk. But as we're buying our vegetables, suddenly typhoon-like rain will sweep over the market place. And we walk back to the apartment drenched.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0055.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0055.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0049.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0049.jpg" width="200" /></a>Though sometimes the rain can be a bummer, the good news is it also works the same the other way around. After it starts to rain, you take shelter for 5-10 minutes and then, like a light switch, the rain is gone and sun is out, once again. We experienced this when we went to <a href="http://the-sisters-hanaway.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-in-honda-bay.html">Honda Bay for the first time</a>. That morning we woke up and it was pouring rain. So Michel said we probably wouldn't be able to go to Honda Bay. Twenty minutes later, the rain was gone and the sun was out; and we had a GORGEOUS day at Honda Bay.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0082.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0082.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Besides the weather, the only other MAJOR irregularity we had were the frequent Brownouts. "What is a brownout?" you may be wondering "Did they mean to say Blackout and they're just color blind?"<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0081.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0081.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>This was a new concept to us, as well, upon arriving. The way it was explained to us, "Blackouts are uncontrolled losses of electricity. Brownouts are controlled." Yes, believe it or not, in the Philippines at ANY given moment the electric company will shut off the power. You never know when or how long it will be out, you just deal with it. Sometimes, thats easier said than done. For example its a 90 degree day and your only form of comfort is a fan. Suddenly BROWNOUT.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0079.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0079.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>Your day is pretty much miserable until the electric company decides to turn it back on. The only time you know, without a doubt, that the power won't go out is when Manny Pacquiao is competing :) Some may be thinking, "Oh, well at least that saves you money on utilities." But it doesn't. You actually receive a "brownout charge" EVERY TIME the power goes out.<br />
Though we probably won't really MISS these parts of our Filipino life, they made us live everyday on our toes; which in the end, made it SOO much more memorable.<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">~Me and Her</span></b></i></div>The Hanaway Sistershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01918137823664371722noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222399726844948241.post-76280076085175288032011-04-17T00:55:00.000-07:002011-04-17T01:28:37.140-07:00A little bit of our Filipino life: Native inventions<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">U.S. Countdown</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">10 days</span></div>The Native Palaweno people are extremely creative. When we first arrived in the Philippines we learned of a concept that describes the creativity of these people. It's called Temporary Forever. Pretty much, its when they come up with a temporary solution to what they need and they end up liking it and it stays like that. Its rather difficult to explain so...we'll just let the pictures do the talking:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One side of the handle broke on these peoples scissors.<br />
So they just took a stick and tied it to the end.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">They can't afford a bag, so they weave a basket and put some<br />
string on it. Tada! Even if they don't have bamboo, they can just use<br />
leaves and stems to make a basket/bag.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Even the kids are extremely creative this way. When they want to play, they<br />
create whatever they want to play with, with whatever materials they can find.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">These baby bouncers are definitely our favorite. It's basically a Sarong wrapped around 2 pieces of bamboo and then you hang it from the ceiling and when you pull on it, it bounces the baby. These are also very portable. Mom's bring them to church and just hang them wherever they can find space. Keeps the babies quiet so they can listen to the service.</td></tr>
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<div> It's a proud day in a woman's life when she gets her first Sarong. It was definitely a proud day in our lives! Sarongs are a Filipino NECESSITY! They are literally used for everything! For example:<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">~Me and Her</span></b></i></div></div></div></div>The Hanaway Sistershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01918137823664371722noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222399726844948241.post-1438903042111581142011-04-16T20:18:00.000-07:002011-04-16T21:20:02.244-07:00A little bit of our Filipino life: Transportation<div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">U.S. Countdown</span></span></div><div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">11 days</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Transportation in the Philippines. What could we say about the transportation in the Philippines? Quite a bit, actually. Hence the reason we've dedicated an entire blog to the subject.</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I guess the best place to start with this subject would be the traffic laws. As we mentioned in our previous blog <a href="http://the-sisters-hanaway.blogspot.com/2010/12/el-nido-burrito.html">El Nido Burrito</a>, there is only one traffic law in this country. Motorcycle drivers need to wear a helmet, that's it. With traffic laws like these (or lack thereof) it opens the door for many different types of vehicles.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0026.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0026.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0173.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0173.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0070-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0070-1.jpg" width="200" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">We'll start from slowest to fastest. Firstly, walking. This is the transportation of most of the people we come in contact with. Doesn't matter how young, how old, or how much they are carrying. We once were at a school for a feeding program, and we asked the kids roughly how far they had to walk to get to school that morning. We learned that most of them traveled 2km to and from school EVERYDAY. Some of them have to leave at 4:30am, but an education is worth that much to them. Walking is the easiest and cheapest form of transportation, and they don't mind doing it to get from A to B</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0044.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0044.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0164.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0164.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0058.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0058.jpg" width="200" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Next would be the Caribou. Not exactly the fastest method of transportation…in fact at times, it's probably slower than walking. But it definitely beats having to carry everything and walk on foot. Most times, they ride the actual caribou, but often you'll see little sled-like trailers hooked up behind one. We really enjoy watching the Filipinos ride their caribous all over the place. Its pretty entertaining. Allison actually rode behind a caribou, "Once you got pass the horrible smell, it wasn't that bad." lol.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0297.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0297.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0107-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0107-1.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Next, the Kalig-lig. This contraption is definitely one of the weirdest and most creative Filipino inventions we've seen to date. Its pretty much, a motor that is attached to a pair of wheels and then they hook a trailer on it and called it transportation. Now, the motor is not very powerful and most Kelig-ligs go about the same speed as the average walker but it beats having to carry 3 bags of rice and 4 small children on foot. The amazing thing is these are allowed on the roads. Even the national highway is crawling with these things. If you don't like it, you pass it.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0136-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0136-1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0152.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0152.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0294.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0294.jpg" width="200" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Now, the motorcycle. Many of you have heard of motorcycles and have probably ridden on one before. But Filipino style is a little different. Here in the Philippines we would compare a motorcycle to a 4-door Honda Civic.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0161-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0161-1.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0295.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0295.jpg" width="200" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Motorcycles can comfortably fit a family of 4 and if you're feeling ambitious we've seen up to 8 on a motorcycle at one time. Its crazy, but true. Also, since ladies here tend to wear skirts quite a bit and sometimes a motorcycle is their only mode of transportation, they will ride side saddle. We've tried riding side saddle before…its no easy task. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0076.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0076.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">We've also ridden on a motorcycle with more than 2 people. It was a bit challenging but overall a lot of fun. Here is a video we took while riding with Michel. 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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0251.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0251.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0045.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0045.jpg" width="200" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Now if a motorcycle is like a 4-door Honda, then the Tricycle is the Filipino mini van. These vehicles are also extremely creative. Its basically a little metal box with a wheel and you attach it to your motorcycle. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0303.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="162" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0303.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0245.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0245.jpg" width="200" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">They are extremely common here in the Philippines. When we first arrived here, Allison looked at those tricycles and she said, "I have to ride in one of those before I leave here." One week later, her wish came true. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0052.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0052.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSCN0872.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSCN0872.jpg" width="200" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Though we would see it as 2, maybe 3, extra seats, the Filipinos of course see it as about 10 extra. We've seen them cram about 12 people in one of these little trics. It was amazing really. Sometimes if theres no room, people ride on top. Is that safe? you may ask. Probably not, but its a faster way to get from A to B; so they make it work.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0159.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="211" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0159.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0009.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0003.jpg" width="200" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Next would be the Jeepneys. Though these are not as common around the Brookes Point area, we've seen them quite a bit during our travels in the Philippines. Jeepneys are more like a bus service here, except they cram people in like sardines. For example, when we were in Mindanao we had to ride a Jeepney to get to MVC. We got there and were informed that the Jeepney would only leave when it was full. So we waited, after we had 24 people inside and we were all crammed together we asked the driver if we could leave, he replied that it still wasn't full enough. In the end we had about 40 people in that jeepney, a couple more fit inside (with all kids under the age of 12 sitting on laps) and most riding outside the jeepney or riding on top. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0065.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0065.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0067.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0067.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0143-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="124" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0143-1.jpg" width="200" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Lastly, would be the vehicles. We see very few, especially around the Brookes Point area. Our project has one, and whenever we have to transport people….it becomes a bus. We joke, because seriously EVERYTIME we fill the truck we say, "Wow, this is the fullest its ever been." The next week, we'll fill it even more. It's amazing how many people you can transport when they don't mind being smooshed together like a can of sardines and don't mind where they have to ride. Filipinos DEFINTELY give a whole new meaning to, "If it fits, it ships." Most times when we transport people they will sit in the back, even if they cab is empty. They feel more comfortable out in the open. It always amazes us, when they do ride in the cab, because they have no knowledge of how anything works. If we forget to roll their window down, they will sit there and sweat. They have no idea how to roll down the window. Most times, we have to open and shut the door for them too. Because they've never seen anything like it before. They don't know how it works. It's crazy. </span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Some of the rules of driving are interesting as well. Though, they do post speed limits on the side of the road, they're more like guidelines as oppose to actual rules. The speed limit is basically however fast your vehicle/comfort level will let you go. Also, the horn is used frequently. But not as a rude gesture that's usually followed by some obscene hand motion as it is in the States. You use the horn to tell someone that you're passing them, or to let them know you are there (kinda what the horn was invented for...imagine that).</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So this is how the transportation system works in the Philippines. Very simple, very efficient, VERY crammed, and in most cases VERY fast. We're nervous to jump in the driver seat in the States....its gonna be a little bit of an adjustment. lol.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0053.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0053.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">~Me and Her</span></i></b></div>The Hanaway Sistershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01918137823664371722noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222399726844948241.post-90224662537238152672011-04-16T19:10:00.000-07:002011-04-16T19:10:05.723-07:00A little bit of our Filipino life: Ugly Animals<div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">U.S. Countdown</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">12 days</span></div>Upon our arrival to the Philippines, we were quick to notice all the beauty around us. The mountains, the ocean, the palm trees; it was all SOOO different from where we came from and we felt so blessed to walk out the door every morning and see the most beautiful scenery....however, you can't have everything. Because, as we would walk outside into the gorgeous nature, we would also find some of the UGLIEST animals in the world. We remember, one of the first things our missionary friend, Danny, said to us was, "Beware. The Philippines has some of the ugliest animals in the world." And everyday we've been here, we've learned that to be true. Here are some of the pictures that we've captured.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One of the first animals we saw here, in the Philippines. This is a Filipino Skunk. Ugly AND Smelly.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This ugly, little bird was caught running through our hangar.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm sure Scorpions aren't pretty in ANY situation. But I think these are in the running for most Horrifyingly ugly.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aaah...yes. The beloved mutant grasshoppers. </td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0062.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0062.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is one of the many, disgustingly, large spiders that we've come in contact with. This one isn't stretching out its legs. But when it does...it is quite mutant looking.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0070.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0070.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">These little, gross spiders are the ones that children play with.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Crippled Crab</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0110.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0110.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Again, snake are never pretty....but still...</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSCN0942.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSCN0942.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This rather LARGE insect was flying around our bathroom one night.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0172.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0172.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This was a fish that Rovelyn had bought from market for her lunch....it obviously wasn't very happy.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSCN0876.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSCN0876.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Turkeys have some of the ugliest faces.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0249.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0249.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Filipino Cow.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSCN0824.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSCN0824.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dogs! Honestly, how can you mess up on dogs?!?!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's not the dogs faults really, they are left outdoors by their owners and are never really fed. Female dogs are constantly reproducing and male dogs are constantly in fights. So patches of fur are always missing and their so skinny and sickly looking. Sooo sad.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cat are the same way. Always malnourished and missing patches of fur.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0005.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The cats always have broken tails too. Like their bent in half...its weird.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>So thats it for our Ugly Animals. Scenery is great, but we definitely can't wait to get back to the states where the wildlife is so much prettier.<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">~Me and Her</span></i></b></div>The Hanaway Sistershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01918137823664371722noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222399726844948241.post-65935306656887816552011-04-16T17:15:00.000-07:002011-04-16T17:15:49.248-07:00A little bit of our Filipino life: Filipino Signs<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">U.S. Countdown</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">13 days</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>I guess you would be able to find this anywhere you go, but the Philippines has definitely made us laugh a couple times with the signs they put up in different places. Maybe its their use of English, the randomness, or their incredible BLUNTness; but we read signs almost daily that make us laugh, shake our heads and say "Only in the Philippines". Here are a couple of the signs that we've caught on camera. :)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Maybe its a mixture of the "scratch a christmas surprise" and the "handsome" young man holding it, but it made us giggle.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Random bathrooms at a boating dock.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">You'd never believe that politicians have friends. But here's proof! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We've got a philosopher in the house! lol, jk.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Translation: The person on duty is eating.<br />
The "funny" part is this was posted outside the blood lab at the hospital while we were<br />
DESPERATELY waiting to get some blood tested so that we could give it to our dying patient.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0261.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0261.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">...honestly don't remember why we thought this was funny...but here it is!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">They really get your adrenaline pumping!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Most CLEVER name of a donut shop. Hands DOWN!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yeah, pretty sure this would be ILLEGAL in the states...but you know, you gotta have those skinny singles working at Dunkin Donuts.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wait...so I can't have your house for Memorial day weekend??</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ba, ba, ba, ba ,ba....Love Ko 'To. lol. So cute!</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0208.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0208.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is just a magazine here. But this advertisement was on billboards ALL over Manila. Looks like a nail-biter!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is in the airport. We've seen in many times....STILL think its SOOOO CLEVER! lol.</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">~Me and Her</span></i></b></div>The Hanaway Sistershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01918137823664371722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222399726844948241.post-74660388402833668122011-04-16T16:46:00.000-07:002011-04-16T16:47:55.667-07:00A little bit of our Filipino life: Metamorphosis<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">U.S. Countdown</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">14 days</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/DSC_0014-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/DSC_0014-1.jpg" width="131" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">During our first month in the Filipinos, we were just sitting in our apartment and Nini came running in. "Come! Come!" she urged. So we stopped what we were doing and followed her outside. She took us to a plant that Michel had growing on the side of her house, and pointed at it with a smile. We just awkwardly smiled back and said, "Wow, that is a pretty plant." Then she giggled and urged us to look closer. When we did we saw little green caterpillars ALL over it. So we thought it would be fun to follow the Metamorphosis process of some of these caterpillars. After the caterpillars went into the cocoon we took 5 of them off the plant and kept them in a box with tissues. However, the dreadful Filipino ants were able to reach it and they attacked some of the poor cocoons :( So we had to put the box on top of a peanut butter jar in the middle of a bowl of water. Well, that attack was pretty harsh because in the end only 2 butterflies made it. So, here they are. This is the Metamorphosis of Bob and Bill.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/metamorphesis.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/metamorphesis.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><i>~Me and Her</i></b></span></div>The Hanaway Sistershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01918137823664371722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222399726844948241.post-53224508875146384422011-04-14T09:53:00.000-07:002011-04-14T09:53:42.823-07:00Sam's Palawano Adventure<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sam and Allison talked on Skype almost DAILY.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>When Allison left, Sam thought she would be so bored and lonely. Well, while she was lonely, bored she was not.<br />
During the first couple days, the whole Reyes' clan arrived in Brookes Point. Finally, we were able to meet Roy's wife, Sheilah, and their children Eleika Joy (E.J.) and John Micheal (J.M.) Sam immediately clicked with the family and spent the next couple weeks getting to know her new neighbors. It only took a couple days for Sam, E.J., and J.M. to become Best Friends.<br />
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The following weekend, Roy and Sam were invited to Bagong Sikat (which means "new sunrise") to perform circumcisions to the general public. I don't know if we've <a href="http://the-sisters-hanaway.blogspot.com/2011/02/mopia-derok-good-morning.html">mentioned it before</a> but circumcisions, here in the Philippines, are different than those in the states. When boys reach the ages of 8-12 years old, they go through this procedure. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 22px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Circumcision is like a boys' entrance into manhood. If you don't go through with it you're not a man and you will be teased by your friends until you practically die of embarrassment.</span></span> It was Samantha's first time EVER circumcising, so she was a little nervous. She made sure not to show she was nervous to the patients though (they were going through enough torture lol) It was an interesting experience and we are proud to say, fifteen boys became men that day. :)<br />
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Sunday Morning was graduation at PAA (Palawan Adventist Academy). Sam and Jam went to support the students that are sponsored by some wonderful sponsors in the States. Two of our sponsored students were graduating: Darlene (Bro Nitz's daughter) and Joanne (Bro Lito's daughter) We were so proud of them. They worked so hard!<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><i>~Me OR Her</i></b></span></div>The Hanaway Sistershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01918137823664371722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222399726844948241.post-21003271719884077282011-04-14T08:55:00.000-07:002011-04-14T09:54:39.660-07:00Allison's visit to HCBN :)Back in January, when <a href="http://the-sisters-hanaway.blogspot.com/2011/01/uncle-david-comes-for-visit.html">David Gates came for a visit</a>, he had talked to Allison about visiting the Filipino 'Hope' Channel down in Iloilo. He's Coming Broadcasting Network (HCBN) is a faith-based organization. The people who keep the station running are all extremely dedicated, unpaid volunteers who only receive on the job training. David contacted the head of the station, Boyz, and told him to set up a time when Allison could come and visit. Right away, Boyz emailed back and after hearing about Allison's education and previous work history asked if she would be interested in teaching video editing to the volunteers. Though Allison had never planned to be a teacher, she figured if she could use her talents and education to help further God's work in any way she should be open to whatever challenge came her way.<br />
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</tbody></table>So on March 21st, Allison said goodbye to Sam and the rest of the missionaries and caught a shuttle to Puerto. The next day she caught a flight to Iloilo City, Iloilo and from there the work began. Everyday she held a training seminar about video editing and observed the day to day activities of the volunteers. Never in her life had she seen such dedicated volunteers. They worked from sun up to sun down with a smile on their face. You can just see in every fiber of their being that they love their job, they love their fellow volunteers, and they love the Master that they serve. It was so inspiring to be amongst such amazing young people (and by young we mean older than us....lol...) Allison was also excited because they gave her editing projects that she could work on while she was there. She really enjoyed being able to feel like part of the team for a couple weeks.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/HCBN/DSCN2607.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/HCBN/DSCN2607.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/HCBN/DSCN2608.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/HCBN/DSCN2608.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/HCBN/DSCN2609.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/HCBN/DSCN2609.jpg" width="150" /></a>The HCBN compound is quite small, but every area is used to its full extent. Cooking/Eating was always quite the adventure. They use coal burning stoves to cook, but the stoves were on the ground level of the compound and then you had to walk up these steps to get to the "kitchen" area where the food was prepared, served, and eaten. One of the volunteers, Weng, would say, "When its my day to cook, I don't have to worry about exercising that morning. Because I get enough exercise running back and forth from the kitchen to the stove." The volunteers ate every meal together, like any good family should.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/HCBN/DSCN2623.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/HCBN/DSCN2623.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/HCBN/DSCN2618.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/HCBN/DSCN2618.jpg" width="200" /></a>The studio and editing room are located right next to the kitchen. Allison was very impressed when she saw the HCBN studio. It almost looked better than the News studio she worked in back in Green Bay. All the training seminars were done in the studio. So she spent a lot of time there. The editing room was complete with 2 iMacs and 3 PCs, all of which had been donated by generous viewers.<br />
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Another interesting part, was the Prayer room. This room was one of her favorites. It served as an office by day, where most of the programming and paper work is done. But as the sun went down and the day drew to a close, up went the mosquito tents and the mattresses and TADA! The office suddenly became the girls' sleeping quarters.<br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/HCBN/DSCN2542.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/HCBN/DSCN2542.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The Sunday before Allison left, the volunteers decided to do something fun for her last day. We all caught a boat to Guimaras island. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Allison was very excited to do something out of the ordinary. Upon arriving, she learned that </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Guimaras island is well-known for its agricultural crops, particularly </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mango" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; text-decoration: none;" title="Mango"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;">mangoes</span></span></a></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">. The Guimaras Island is famous for producing the sweetest mangoes in the world; mangos that are reportedly served at the </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/White_House" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;">White House</span></span></a></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> and Buckingham Palace. </span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/HCBN/DSCN2543.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/HCBN/DSCN2543.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">When we first arrived, Lyn-lyn asked Allison (in her Filipino accent) "Have you ever had Fish-pa?" Allison couldn't quite understand her, so she put the word fish and pa (which in Tagalog usually means More) together and thought she was asking if she wanted more fish. So Allison answered her saying, "No, but its ok. I'm a vegetarian." Lyn-lyn gave her a confusing look and replied, "That doesn't matter, you can still have Fish-pa" Allison was confused for awhile after that....how can I still eat fish if I'm a vegetarian?? We finally arrived at this house where there was a little pond of fish. "Here" said Lyn-lyn "you stick you feet in here and the fish will eat the dead skin off of your feet. Its a Fish-pa" "OH! You're saying Fish-SPA! I get it now" Allison replied in embarrassment. It was really cool though. The fish would come right up to you feet and eat all the dead skin. It tickled a little bit, but it was like a free pedicure (minus the painting of the nails, of course)</span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/HCBN/fishspa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="152" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/HCBN/fishspa.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/HCBN/DSCN2564.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/HCBN/DSCN2564.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/HCBN/DSCN2574.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/HCBN/DSCN2574.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Then we hired a Jeepney, to take us to the "most expensive beach house", or so the volunteers called it. When we arrived it was merely a gorgeous, empty beach that no one else knew about. First we had a small picnic lunch on the beach (with some AMAZING Guimaras mangos! Yum!) Then we spent the rest of the day chilling. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">It was a beautiful day to just swim and lay out on the beach. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/HCBN/picnic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="152" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/HCBN/picnic.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/HCBN/DSCN2589.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/HCBN/DSCN2589.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/HCBN/DSCN2594.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/HCBN/DSCN2594.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/HCBN/DSCN2589.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
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</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/HCBN/DSCN2598.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/HCBN/DSCN2598.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">Allison really enjoyed her stay in Iloilo. She really hoped that the volunteers were able to learn as much from her as she had learned from them. Upon leaving, there was the ever-budding question, "Will you come back someday?" Hmm...only time will tell...:)</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">~Me OR Her</span></i></b></span></span></div></td></tr>
</tbody></table>The Hanaway Sistershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01918137823664371722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222399726844948241.post-72806518253206499302011-04-14T07:01:00.000-07:002011-04-14T07:12:16.441-07:00March MADNESS!<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The weeks have just begun and baby Haddie is already exhausted.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>After traveling around for most of our February, we were really looking forward to relaxing when we returned to Brookes. Well, that didn't happen. While everyone on the other side of the world was glued to their television watching March Madness we were experiencing a pretty "Mad" March ourselves.<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/March%20Madness/princess.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="184" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/March%20Madness/princess.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sam found a new friend at the meeting site. Her name was Princess. She was a cute, fat puppy.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>The first week of March was preparation week, because we were preparing to start an evangelistic/health lecture series in the Barangay of Barong-Barong during this series Tanya and Rovelyn would also hold a children's program. This series would last two weeks and the second week we would be holding Medical/Dental missions, with some medical volunteer from the states, in 3 different Barangays. So we spent the first week getting the meeting location set up and the places where the medical volunteers would be staying. Unfortunately in the midst of all this planning we got really sick. We were in bed for 3 days straight, and Wendy had to be our nurse.<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/March%20Madness/DSC_0052.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/March%20Madness/DSC_0052.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We hired 2 amazing cooks, to prepare meals for all the medical volunteers.<br />
They were very talented and their food was SOOO delicious!</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/March%20Madness/andrey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="248" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/March%20Madness/andrey.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Andrey was very excited when he came to our house and found "Chupa-chups" (aka lollipops)</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/March%20Madness/DSC_0008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/March%20Madness/DSC_0008.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/March%20Madness/DSC_0004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/March%20Madness/DSC_0004.jpg" width="200" /></a>By the time we got better the crazyness had already begun. Our guest speaker, Ronnie De Vera, had arrived and started his meetings. We immediately jumped in and helped with whatever we could. By the time the 2nd week arrived we were already tired, but with no break in sight we continued to press on.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/March%20Madness/DSC_0006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/March%20Madness/DSC_0006.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/March%20Madness/DSC_0017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/March%20Madness/DSC_0017.jpg" width="200" /></a><br />
The medical and dental missions were a complete success. During the first 2 days, we did our dental mission and we pulled over 65 teeth. The next 3 days were strictly medical mission.<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/March%20Madness/DSC_0045.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/March%20Madness/DSC_0045.jpg" width="200" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Roy after Day 1 of Medical Missions.<br />
lol.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>The first medical mission was at the meeting hall in Barong-Barong. It was a busy time, as everyone tried to find their place in the scheme of things. But in the end, everyone found where they should be. We saw about 100 patients and 14 circumcision patients.<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/March%20Madness/DSC_0021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/March%20Madness/DSC_0021.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Allison helping an old, blind man to the Medical Mission registration table.</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/March%20Madness/DSC_0058.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/March%20Madness/DSC_0058.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>The second medical mission was in the village of Oring-Oring. The location where we held the medical mission was right next to the elementary school. So there were SOO many kids! We made an instant connection with them by taking pictures. The whole first hour we were there we spent taking pictures of the children and with the children, they never tired.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/March%20Madness/kidsgroup.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="154" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/March%20Madness/kidsgroup.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>But we had to start seeing patients, so we had to stop taking pictures. Then the kids proceeded to sit outside the building and watch us through the window slots until we were finished, so that they could pose for more pictures. Now THATS dedication, lol jk.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/March%20Madness/kids.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="146" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/March%20Madness/kids.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>In the midst of our busy day, a patient came into our room. She was very pale and very pregnant and upon entering the room she fainted. Wendy rushed to her side, fearing she was going into labor, but she checked her pulse and commented that it was extremely 'thready'. She quickly realized that the care this patient needed was beyond our medical parameters. So we called for Jam to drive her to the hospital. We were very worried for her, so we prayed and put her in Jam's care. We then felt better.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/March%20Madness/manny.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/March%20Madness/manny.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/March%20Madness/DSC_0081.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/March%20Madness/DSC_0081.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This little girl looked like a 'Who'<br />
from Whoville. So cute!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>By the end of the day we saw 350 patients and 15 circumcision patients. That night, at the meetings, we were all pretty beat. But with the thought of 1 more medical mission, we continued to fight through our exhaustion.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/March%20Madness/DSC_0102.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/March%20Madness/DSC_0102.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>The last medical mission was in Malis. We were SOO excited that this would be the last CRAZY day and it was NON-STOP. By 12:30 p.m. we saw 450 patients and 35 circumcision patients. But when the day was over, we were so relieved.<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/March%20Madness/DSCN2435.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/March%20Madness/DSCN2435.jpg" width="200" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The children putting on the skit of<br />
Moses.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>The next day, Sabbath, was a graduation service for the children that had attended to 2 week long children's program. Tanya and Rovelyn worked so hard. They made little masks for the kids and prepared some musical numbers for them. They even had the kids prepare some skits. Overall it was a GREAT program and we were SOO proud of Tanya and Rovelyn and ALL the kids!<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/March%20Madness/DSCN2249.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/March%20Madness/DSCN2249.jpg" width="200" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Allison and Jam had to accompany<br />
some kids to school. They showed the<br />
kids pictures on Allison's computer.<br />
They loved it!</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/March%20Madness/DSCN2473.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/March%20Madness/DSCN2473.jpg" width="150" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Baby Haddie LOVES to drink charcoal.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>We were looking forward to a break after our C R A Z Y March, however there was no break in sight. Allison spent Sunday getting interviews from almost all of the missionaries because Monday she would be flying to Iloilo and by the time she returned almost all the missionaries would be gone of furlough. So it was a day full of videos, interviews, and goodbyes. We hate goodbyes. :(<br />
We were nervous having to be separated for 2 1/2 weeks. But we knew the weeks would be crazy busy for us and they would fly by. I guess we'll see...till then...<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><i>~Me and Her</i></b></span></div>The Hanaway Sistershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01918137823664371722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222399726844948241.post-21458398518109481492011-04-06T07:27:00.000-07:002011-04-06T07:27:25.861-07:00A little bit of our Filipino life: The "Project"<div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">U.S. Countdown</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">15 days</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0337.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0337.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>The Project is a place we've mentioned numerous times throughout our blog. But some of you may be confused at where this is and what it is exactly.<br />
When we mention the Project we're talking about the Helicopter Hangar. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/scenery.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="131" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/scenery.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0145.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0145.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0006.jpg" width="200" /></a>Back when Wendy and Dwayne started PAMAS, they lived in a hut in the mountains and they had a little helicopter. They decided it would be best and cheaper to keep the helicopter in the lowlands. But they had no where that they could house a helicopter. So they prayed and planned and eventually decided to build a hanger. It was a big "project", but they had faith that God would provide. And sure enough, a church member donated land and God provided the funds and now we have hanger. There are also 2 missionary houses located on either side of the hanger; The Ukrainians live in one and Wendy and Dwayne lived in the other, until they started their new project up in Northern Luzon, so now Danny, Rovelyn, and Baby Haddie live there.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/houses.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="209" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/houses.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0143.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0143.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0140.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0140.jpg" width="200" /></a>Since we've arrived, a lot has changed around the Project. When we first got here, it was tall, ugly weeds as far as the eyes could see. Now we have cleaned up and turned alot of the landscape into gardens, so the missionaries can have fresh vegetables. We've also cleaned up the area that will someday serve as a runway (that is, when God provides the air craft for us).<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/garden.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/garden.jpg" width="555" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">First, we manually chopped down the weeds. Then we put them all in a pile and burnt them. Then came<br />
the plowing. Then we built a fence around the garden and planted stuff. Ta Da!</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0118.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0118.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0031.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0031.jpg" width="200" /></a>We spend alot of our time at the Project; whether we're helping out in the <a href="http://the-sisters-hanaway.blogspot.com/2010/11/bringing-in-sheaves.html">rice fields</a>, or attending missionary <a href="http://the-sisters-hanaway.blogspot.com/2010/09/picture-is-worth-1000-words.html">birthday parties</a>, or helping to <a href="http://the-sisters-hanaway.blogspot.com/2010/11/hitchin-ride.html">build/fix things</a>, or <a href="http://the-sisters-hanaway.blogspot.com/2010/11/walk-on-wild-side.html">taking care of patients</a>, or helping out with the weekly bible study, or just to spending time with our missionary family. There's ALWAYS a reason to be at the Project. Not to mention, the scenery there is more breath-taking than in the city. Overall its a great place for fellowship, peace, and worship; we always enjoy our time<b> </b><i><b>out there</b></i>.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0338.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="211" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0338.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0154.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0154.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>Hmm...what do they mean when they say out there? Isn't the Project like right next to where they live? False, it is not. The Project is actually located in the village of Malulunan and is a 20 minute drive away from where we live in the city. Ten minutes on the National Highway and then 10 minutes on the rugged, bumpy, dirt roads through the jungle. Though the ride is less than desirable, we really love the 10 minutes through the jungle. Because whenever we drive through, the children who hear our vehicles, will run to the road and greet us with big smiles and waving. Its always so uplifting, "Whenever I'm having a bad day, I always feel like driving back and forth on this road." Allison once said.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/sweeping.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="172" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/sweeping.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">So there you have it, the difference between where we live and where we work.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0107.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0107.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0057.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/Our%20Filipino%20Life/DSC_0057.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i><b><br />
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</div>The Hanaway Sistershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01918137823664371722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222399726844948241.post-48083213891871916362011-04-03T04:48:00.000-07:002011-04-03T04:48:02.132-07:00A little bit of our Filipino life: Brookes Point.<div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">U.S. Countdown</span></span></div><div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">16 days</span></span></div><div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">In honor of our SOON arrival back to the States, we've decided to start a new blog series. We were looking through all our pictures from this amazing adventure and we realized that there is SOOO much we have seen and done (and sometimes on a regular basis) that we haven't really shown to all of you. So we're going to post a blog EVERYDAY from now till we leave about some unmentioned miracles, stories, and significant points of our Filipino life. Todays subject: Our little town of Brooke's Point.</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A lot of people get confused when we're discussing where we live/ where the project is located/ and the different villages that we mention in our blogs. So we've decided the first couple blogs would be describing all the places we go (lol, isn't that a Dr. Suess book??)</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://en.wikipilipinas.org/images/7/76/Ph_locator_palawan_brooke's_point.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://en.wikipilipinas.org/images/7/76/Ph_locator_palawan_brooke's_point.png" width="294" /></a></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">We will start with the wonderful city of Brooke's Point. Brooke's Point is the 4th largest city on the island of Palawan. It has a population of about 50,000 people and is divided in 18 barangays (which is Tagalog for Villages) Technically we live in the village of District II but it is located right in the heart of Brooke's Point. The commercial area is very small and consists of one major road (which is actually the national highway of Palawan that extends from sea to sea). However, as we have learned the city has everything it needs to be like every other city in the world. For example it has:</span></span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">lol, The best part is the whole town is so small that we can walk everywhere. Though it is quite a drive to the Project and sometimes its pretty loud, w</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">e do really enjoy living in Brookes Point. So when we talk about Brookes or where we live, this is what we mean. The little city of Brookes Point, our home away from home.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</span></span></div>The Hanaway Sistershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01918137823664371722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222399726844948241.post-32747933145969396062011-03-31T07:45:00.000-07:002011-03-31T07:51:09.842-07:00Christmas in MarchWe were excited to finally head back to Palawan for numerous reasons; we were ready to not live out of a suitcase anymore, we wanted to sleep in our own bed, we wanted to cook our own food. But there was one reason we wanted to head back to Palawan that topped the charts...OPENING OUR BALIK BAYAN BOXES!!!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hmm...maybe the boxes took so long<br />
because Katie misspelled Philippines</td></tr>
</tbody></table>As you may remember from the <a href="http://the-sisters-hanaway.blogspot.com/2011/03/february-in-nutshell.html">February in a Nutshell blogpost</a> on our way back through Manila we personally went to seek out the shipping company that had our boxes and we shipped them to Palawan using Air-cargo. So even though we knew that we had them in Palawan, we hadn't been able to open them yet. It was torturous! But finally on March 2, after we arrived back at our house and had showered we opened our boxes.<br />
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</tbody></table> So we would just like to write a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">HUGE</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"THANK YOU!!!" </span>to everyone who contributed to those boxes. They were truly a piece of home that we had been missing for a very long time. And though we had waited a very long time for the boxes to arrive, we believe they came at the Right Time.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Another thing we missed about<br />
Palawan. Baby Haddie! And the<br />
other missionaries of course ;)</td></tr>
</tbody></table>We shall explain: The day after we opened our boxes, Tanya, one of our Ukrainian missionaries, came into town. She began to talk with Wendy about the bind she was in. She was having a graduation for all her children's programs and had promised the kids that it would be a big celebration and if they memorized their verses they would get prizes.<br />
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</tbody></table>However, the week before her children's program she was going to buy stuff and she was informed that there was NO money in the PAMAS budget for it. So she was really stressed because she didn't want to lie to her kids, but she had nothing to give them. So we spoke up and said, "Hey, we just got our Balik Bayan boxes with more Children's stuff than we know what to do with. Please come "shopping" in our house." Tanya was so excited, she almost cried. She was able to bring candy, toys, and new crayons to her kids and they were so happy.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tanya and Ging with all the happy<br />
children at their graduation program.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>"Tell everyone who sent those boxes that they have been such a blessing to me and to the children here!" Tanya said. After Tanya, we had all the other missionaries come food shopping in our house, since there was more food than we could eat in our remaining 2 months (or for the entire 8 months we were here for that matter :D) So all the missionaries were able to have a Christmas in March as well and we all felt so blessed.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He ate through the package, the box,<br />
and the plastic. He was determined.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Later the next day, we went to the post office and had received a package from our friend Bridgette. She decided to try and send us a taste of home, by sending us a box of Cheez-its. But sadly, since the box had been sitting in the post office for a week, an unexpected visitor had beaten us to them. We were pretty bummed. But we had plenty of junk food to live off of for the next couple months, so we'll be okay.<br />
Once again, to EVERYONE to contributed items to put into our box: Thank you SOOO much from the bottom of our hearts! We are so incredibly grateful! And to anyone who has sent us letters or packages: It's all so appreciated! Its nice to know that we're thought of, even halfway across the world. Lastly, to everyone who has supported our mission trip and everyone who has kept us in their prayers: Thank you, Thank you, THANK YOU!! This trip has completely changed our lives and we are so fortunate to have had this amazing experience. So, Thank you to everyone!! God bless you all!!<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">~Me and Her</span></b></i></div>The Hanaway Sistershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01918137823664371722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222399726844948241.post-68385872739757480672011-03-30T02:27:00.000-07:002011-03-30T02:27:06.123-07:00Andrew and Michel's Wedding&heartsAfter saying goodbye to Katie, we went to the Guptills' home at AIIAS and waited to meet up with Wendy and Dwayne. Then the 6 of us caught a flight to Mindanao to attend the wedding of Andrew and Michel on Friday, February 25. The wedding was held at Mountain View College, which is an Adventist College. The Campus was gorgeous! It was the perfect place to have a wedding. We were excited to go and support Andrew and Michel but we were most excited about seeing Nini again! It was a heart-warming reunion being together again and we were so happy. She is such a special little girl!<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">~Me and Her</span></b></i></div>The Hanaway Sistershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01918137823664371722noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222399726844948241.post-13555203532328375632011-03-27T07:12:00.000-07:002011-03-27T07:12:53.475-07:00February in a nutshell<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">What else can we say, besides, WE'RE SO SORRY! Things have been SOO crazy around here. We realize this is no excuse...We were ashamed when we finally had a moment to ourselves and realized that our most recent blog post is discussing the first week in February and its almost the end of March already. We're experiencing a major blogging FAIL! But we're going to try and make it up to you by giving you all a FREE Bobble-head....darn, we just ran out....So, instead we're going to give you all the pictures and short descriptions about our Southeast Asian Tour with Katie. Without further adieu, here's February in a nutshell:</div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Still in Manila</span></i></b></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/FEB%20in%20nutshell/DSC_0035.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/FEB%20in%20nutshell/DSC_0035.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>After watching the Packers kick major butt in the Superbowl we set out on a little adventure of our own. We decided to hike up the Taal Volcano in Tagaytay city. So we woke up early and headed out. We were warned ahead of time to beware of the "tourist traps". 1) They were gonna try and convince you that you needed to ride a horse to the top (which was about $20 a person) 2) They were gonna try and convince you that you need a tour guide [just to walk up the straight path] (which was about $10 a person) 3) They were gonna try and convince you that you need a face mask (which was about $5 a person).<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/FEB%20in%20nutshell/DSC_0037.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/FEB%20in%20nutshell/DSC_0037.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>But since we were made aware of these, we could easily say No. We very much enjoyed the hike, but it was definitely a workout. It was cool because every once in awhile you would see steam coming out of the mountain and it smelt like the end of a firework show. By the time we got to the top we were worn out. But the view was breath-taking! After enjoying the view for 30 min. we began the hike back down the volcano. Afterwards we treated ourselves to Starbucks, yum!! Here are the pictures of our Volcano hiking adventure:<br />
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</tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Puerto Princesa, Palawan</span></b></i></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/FEB%20in%20nutshell/DSC_0105.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="140" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/FEB%20in%20nutshell/DSC_0105.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>The next day, we woke up early and headed to the airport to catch a 8:30am flight to Puerto Princesa, Palawan. Upon arriving, our good friend Ed Brennan of AWA picked us up and drove us to Honda Bay. We were excited because we thought we were going to have to pay for a 6-person boat just for the 3 of us, but luckily there were 3 Swedish tourists in the same predicament. So we teamed up with them and spilt the charge of the boat. Though we had already been to Honda Bay, Katie had never experienced anything like it.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/FEB%20in%20nutshell/DSC_0110.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/FEB%20in%20nutshell/DSC_0110.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>So we had alot of fun snorkeling with her and feeding the fish. Katie also got to try her first Buka juice (the water inside a young coconut) After spending the day swimming and exploring at Honda Bay we took Katie to our FAVORITE restaurant in Puerto, Ima's Vegetarian Restaurant. Then we spent the night at AWA. Pictures, anyone? :<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/FEB%20in%20nutshell/palawankatie2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="142" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/FEB%20in%20nutshell/palawankatie2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/FEB%20in%20nutshell/palawankatie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="206" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/FEB%20in%20nutshell/palawankatie.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Brooke's Point, Palawan</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></i></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/FEB%20in%20nutshell/DSC_0128.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/FEB%20in%20nutshell/DSC_0128.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">The next day, we caught the 7 am shuttle and headed for home or, eh, Brooke's Point. We were so excited for Katie to see where we live and what missionary life was like. Our first night in Brookes, we went to the Project and celebrated Danny's birthday. We were excited to have our missionary family meet our sister, she does after all complete the set. ;) Over the next couple days, we showed Katie around Brookes Point, we gave her a taste of what our favorite meals are in Palawan, </div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;">we brought her to our children's program, we had her participate in some Health lectures we were conducting at the project, we took her to our all time favorite church and Katie played her flute for special music (The members LOVED it, they thought it was quite the treat). We were just so happy to be able to show her what we do and have her experience our lives as missionaries. At 4am, Monday February 14 we took a shuttle to Puerto to catch our 11:30am flight to Manila to continue the next leg of our vacation. Pictures:</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/FEB%20in%20nutshell/DSC_0204.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/FEB%20in%20nutshell/DSC_0204.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><b><i>Manila...again...</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Upon arriving in Manila, we became women on a mission. The Mission? TO GET OUR BALIK BAYAN BOXES! Back in October, our parents, our grandma :(, and dozens of loving church members got together and collected items to send to us. The boxes were suppose to get to us by the 1st week of January, but we were still box-less. We had called the company numerous times and received no stable answers. So Sam decided we needed to take matters into our own hands and go out and find our boxes. We looked up the company's address on the internet and then with the help of Mapquest and our missionary friends Jam and Roy we mapped out a way to get there. After about 3 hours of travel, we finally found the company and were excited to learn that they had our boxes! When we asked the anticipated delivery date to Palawan they said, "Palawan? Hmm....thats pretty far from here, right?" </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/FEB%20in%20nutshell/DSC_0215.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/FEB%20in%20nutshell/DSC_0215.jpg" width="200" /></a>We took that as a sign that we should take the boxes right there and then. So we got our 3 huge Balik Bayan boxes and loaded them into the little cab outside and then took them to Air cargo and set them to Palawan ourselves. After we finished sending out our boxes we celebrated our Valentines Night by going to Shakey's and staying there till midnight and then sleeping in the Manila International Airport so we could catch our 10:30 am flight to Singapore and save money by not renting a hotel :D (Sadly we didn't get pictures of us sleeping in the airport, Allison totally dropped that ball :/ ) Pictures:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/FEB%20in%20nutshell/manilaboxes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="170" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/FEB%20in%20nutshell/manilaboxes.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><b><i>Singapore</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/FEB%20in%20nutshell/DSC_0222.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/FEB%20in%20nutshell/DSC_0222.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">We were very excited to leave the Philippines (at least for a little while) and of course, getting another stamp in the passport never hurts ;) We had also heard such wonderful things about Singapore and were very excited to see this beautiful country. We were a little bummed that we would only be there for a day, but we were gonna try and make the most of it. The Singapore airport, we noticed, was one of the most beautiful airports we had ever seen. We learned from one of the locals that the airport is the hang out place for the people of Singapore. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/FEB%20in%20nutshell/DSC_0238.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/FEB%20in%20nutshell/DSC_0238.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">If you want to go out to eat, shopping, or if you're just bored the airport is the place to go. Due to the recent Chinese New Year, it was heavily decorated with Year of the Rabbit Decorations. We took the metro to China town, where our hostel was for the night, and unloaded our stuff. Then we realized we were hungry and we found an amazing Vegetarian restaurant in China town. It was SOOO good. We then decided to tour around Chinatown, bought some souvenirs and then headed back to the hostel to find some other fun attractions we could visit. But when we arrived at the hostel our night of on again/off again sleep in an International Airport and the fact that we had to wake up and be at the airport by 5am got the better of us and we went to bed. The next morning we woke up and headed for the airport. After check-in we found a SUBWAY inside the airport and ate there. It had been the first time we had Subway in a VERY long time. After losing half our beauty supplies in security we boarded a plane for Jakarta, Indonesia! Pictures:</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Singapore Airport</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/FEB%20in%20nutshell/singaporechinatown.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/FEB%20in%20nutshell/singaporechinatown.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/FEB%20in%20nutshell/DSC_0249.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/FEB%20in%20nutshell/DSC_0249.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This was as close as we got to the Singapore Flyer, the cab ride to the airport.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It was so funny. A couple days earlier, Katie said that she was really craving Subway. Then when we got into the Singapore Airport there was a HUGE sign for the Subway. Katie walked in and was like, "where should we eat?" We just laughed and started walking towards the Subway and she kept looking at other restaurants like "Should we eat there? or there?" Then when we were like 10 ft. away from the Subway station she finally saw it and was like, "You guys! Can we eat at Subway?!?" lol, what a dork!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ally Bally</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sam fell asleep almost immediately upon boarding the plane.</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><b><i>Indonesia</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/FEB%20in%20nutshell/DSC_0275.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/FEB%20in%20nutshell/DSC_0275.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">Our idea to go to Indonesia, came about when Sam was talking to her Indonesian friend, Kim, from Southern and had asked if we could possibly stay with Kim's parents if we visited Indonesia. </div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;">Kim contacted her parents and they were very excited to have us come and stay with them. I think there is only one word that can describe how we felt there</div><div style="text-align: left;">.......S P O I L E D ! ! They spoiled us from the moment we got off the plane till we got back on the plane to fly out. Kim's parents, Alberto and Lyna Hutapea were the nicest people we had ever met. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/FEB%20in%20nutshell/DSC_0283.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/FEB%20in%20nutshell/DSC_0283.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">The first thing we did, upon arriving, was we ate at this amazing Indonesian restaurant. We were excited to learn that Indonesian food is spicy. We miss spicy! Filipinos don't really like spicy, so we don't get it very often. But the food was incredible. Then we drove for 3 hours to the city of Bandung, where the Hutapeas live. They are actually teachers at the Adventist University of Indonesia. When we got there, they took us to a mall so that we could buy Batik's (authentic Indonesian dresses). When we found the right ones, they bought them for us! We tried to object but they wouldn't let us. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/FEB%20in%20nutshell/DSC_0293.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/FEB%20in%20nutshell/DSC_0293.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">Afterwards, though we were still full from lunch, we ate at another nice little restaurant. We also got Buko juice and fruit, which was REALLY good. Then we had to help them pick out donuts from J.CO for tomorrows breakfast. This donut shop had the most CLEVER names for their donuts. It made us giggle. Then we headed back to the Hutapea's home, where they had invited some students from the University over for Faculty Family Worship. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/FEB%20in%20nutshell/DSC_0300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/FEB%20in%20nutshell/DSC_0300.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">We were the guest speakers and talk to them about missionary life. The next day we spent the day touring the campus of the University (UNAI) with the students. Then we ate lunch with them. </div><div style="text-align: right;"></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sam and Agnes</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;">It was funny because they have this game, at the end of the meal, the girls all stack their trays and pass them down to the boys and then the boys play a game (that kinda looked like Rock, Paper, Scissors) and whoever loses has to take ALL the trays to the kitchen. It was rather humorous. After lunch we went through this door in the back gate that led to these AMAZING Villas. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/FEB%20in%20nutshell/DSC_0414.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/FEB%20in%20nutshell/DSC_0414.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">Each one was unique and colorful and each one was HUGE! We came upon 1 in particular, it was Huge and it was currently vacant. The caretaker saw us admiring it so he took us inside for a tour.</div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"> It was gorgeous. Afterwards we went to this Puppy farm. It was kinda like a Animal shelter in the states, except just for dogs. We loved looking at all the different dogs...however, it made us miss our baby, Lucy. :( </div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;">Then we headed back to UNAI and packed up our stuff and headed to Jakarta. Since our flight left early in the morning and it was a 2 hour drive, we stayed with Alberto's sister, who lived near the airport. When we got to Jakarta, they treated us with free facials from this really nice Spa. It was so nice and so relaxing.</div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sam and Katie with the masseuses</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"> It was funny, because after we were done, our masseuses came in and asked "Can we take a picture with you??" Then they giggled and walked away. Then we ate amazing Indonesian food one last time :/ and headed to Alberto's sisters' house. The next morning we woke up and headed to the airport to catch our 7:30am flight. We, of course, had to get some Starbucks before we left. Then we boarded a plane headed back to Singapore. Pictures:</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Katie: They drive on the wrong side of the road here.<br />
Sam: No, actually they drive on the Right side.<br />
Ha, ha.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Katie fell asleep in the car. Ha, ha.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Clever Donut Names</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">lol, Icky Sushi. Thats a perfect restaurant name.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Faculty Family Worship</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The guys playing for the trays. lol.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The house</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The 3 of us with Dwight. The 3 of us with Alberto, Lyna, and the helper.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We just loved the name of this. lol.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Goodbye Indonesia!</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><b><i>And...we're back in Singapore.</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/FEB%20in%20nutshell/DSC_0455.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/FEB%20in%20nutshell/DSC_0455.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">In the planning of our trip when Sam realized that we would be staying in Singapore Friday and Saturday she tried to find an English-speaking church to go to. When she did, she decided to email the Pastor and ask if there was a church member who would put us up for the night and then bring us to church in the morning. </div><div style="text-align: right;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/FEB%20in%20nutshell/DSC_0457.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/FEB%20in%20nutshell/DSC_0457.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">The Pastor emailed back that we would be welcome to stay with him and his family for the night. So when we arrived in Singapore we found a place to eat and then went to the appointed waiting spot. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/FEB%20in%20nutshell/DSC_0462.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/FEB%20in%20nutshell/DSC_0462.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;">Pastor Chan came and picked us up and brought us to his home. Their family was very kind and very welcoming. We had a lot of fun talking with the Chan family. We were also excited/nervous because they had bought some Durian to eat for dessert that evening. "What is Durian?" you are probably asking. Well, allow us to explain. Durian is a fruit that is widely known and revered in southeast Asia as "King of the fruits". It is known for its distinctive large size, thorn-covered husk and its unique STENCH! We've heard about it quite a bit in the Philippines. The fruit that reeks, but tastes good...once you get past the stench. We've always wanted to try it but never had the opportunity. </div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;">So when Pastor Chan brought it out, we tried it and....the critics were right....it smells AWFUL, but it doesn't taste so bad...however the after-taste was UNBEARABLE. So that was our first...and most likely last...encounter with Durian. After supper, we were talking with Pastor Chan and he said that he was converted to Adventism through the Health message. That being the case, he now enjoys promoting the health message to people. But the thing he promotes the most is the Liver Cleanse. He told us about his 18-hr Liver Cleanse and then talked about how it had changed so many people's lives. Long story short, we got a copy of his powerpoint and are hoping to try out this Liver Cleanse, so that we can live a healthier life. The next day we went to church and we met a lot of great people. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/FEB%20in%20nutshell/DSC_0460.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/FEB%20in%20nutshell/DSC_0460.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">Then after potluck, we headed to the airport, but this time we were sad. It was then that it occurred to us that Katie would be leaving us in less than 24 hours :( We checked into the airport and, of course, made a stop at Starbucks :) and then boarded our flight back to Manila. (Allison, once again, dropped the ball and we didn't get any pictures of us with the Chan Family. :/ ) Pictures:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/FEB%20in%20nutshell/singaporestarbucks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="218" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/FEB%20in%20nutshell/singaporestarbucks.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Katie was gonna finish her book so she could be done with her homework. Then she got caught by the sleeper cam.</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/FEB%20in%20nutshell/DSC_0486.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/FEB%20in%20nutshell/DSC_0486.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><b><i>Once again, Manila</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">We arrived in Manila at 6pm on February 19 and Katie's flight wasn't suppose to leave until 6am, February 20. So we decided to waste time by going to the Mall of Asia. We stayed there till it closed and then went to Shakey's till midnight again. When Shakey's closed we weren't sure what to do, because we couldn't wait in the airport with Katie. So we went next door to the 24hr Jollibee and bought an ice cream cone and then tried to get some shut eye there. After awhile, the security guard came up to Allison and said, "Are these your friends?" gesturing to the two white girls sleeping on the table. "Yes" she replied. "They can't sleep here." he said "Oh, ok." Allison sadly replied. Then the security guard got a sympathetic look in his eye and said, "But they can sleep upstairs" (referring to the upstairs dining room) "But the upstairs dining room is closed for the night" Allison replied. "Yeah, well its okay. I'll open it" It was SOOO nice. They just let us sleep upstairs in the Jollibee and it was quiet and there weren't people around. It was perfect. We were so appreciative. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/FEB%20in%20nutshell/DSC_0030.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/FEB%20in%20nutshell/DSC_0030.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"> After sleeping for a couple hours, we headed to the airport and said our goodbye's to Katie. It had been so great to see her and spend time with her. But we weren't too discouraged because in less than 60 days, we would be the ones checking into the International Airport. And we had ALOT to keep us busy till then.... </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">~Me and Her (and the Bunso)</span></b></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>The Hanaway Sistershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01918137823664371722noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222399726844948241.post-84870883308413227582011-03-13T00:08:00.000-08:002011-03-13T00:22:54.239-08:00SUPERBOWL...Monday???After saying goodbye to the patients we had only 1 thing on our minds. V A C A T I O N!! Early November, Sam had found cheap tickets to China from Manila. So we decided to buy tickets and go to China for the first week in February. After telling our plan to our younger sister, Katie, she decided that she wanted to tag along too. So we found her a ticket to China. From there we planned this whole elaborate trip which we referred to as "The Asian Experience". We planned to spend 5 days in China, then come back to Brooke's and give Katie a taste of mission life, then we were gonna head to Indonesia and Singapore and then head back to Manila to send Katie back to the states. It was going to be perfect....until.....2 days before we left.<br />
Sam just happened to look at a website that informed her that you need Visa's to go to China. We were so oblivious, we thought our American Passports were like gold and could get us in ANYWHERE. Well we were wrong, $140/person wrong, to be exact. We considered attempting to get the totally, ridiculously expensive Visa's because Katie was still flying into Beijing. But it was currently the Chinese New Year, so no Chinese embassy's were open. Well we were stuck. We didn't know what to do. We called Wendy and she said that we could stay with her parents in Manila, so thats what we planned to do. We still had no idea what to do with Katie, but luckily God had His ever-watching eye over the situation and he sent a HUGE snowstorm across the entire midwest. (Yeah, sorry everyone. We take full responsibility for that storm) This huge snowstorm cancelled her flight to Beijing, resulting in a full refund, so Katie could buy a new ticket round-trip to Manila. We were SOOO excited! If we weren't gonna see the Great Wall or eat Chinese food, it was all good as long as we got to see our Bunso. (Bunso is a Tagalog word meaning the youngest child in the family.)<br />
So we packed up our stuff and headed for Manila, the armpit of the world (as put by Danny, one of our fellow missionaries. lol) It was really nice. Any opportunity we have to spend time with Wendy's parents at AIIAS (Adventist International Institute of Advanced Studies) we take it. Because the campus is gorgeous, the food is incredible, and the company is amazing! We spent the weekend there and enjoyed listening to their guest speaker, Clifford Goldstein. Then Sunday night we drove to the airport to pick up our sister.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/were%20okay/DSC_0009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/were%20okay/DSC_0009.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>We were SOO excited to see her. She was the first glimpse of home that we had gotten in such a long time! Our first reaction when we saw her was, "Wow, you're SOOO white!!" We headed back to AIIAS and went to bed because the next morning was a very, very important morning. IT WAS SUPERBOWL MONDAY!!!<br />
We have to admit, it was kinda sad that our own Green Bay Packers were going to the Superbowl the year we were out of the country. But regardless, we showed our Packer Pride even here on the Asian side. Then the Packer fans started coming out of the wood work. Allison had to keep her camera handy because Filipino's sporting the COLORS were everywhere.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/were%20okay/packer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="275" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/were%20okay/packer.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Even one of our very own missionary friends, Jam, showed his support of the Green and Gold....and Red, White, and Blue for that matter. ;)<br />
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Wow, Even a Filipino can sing it better than Christina Aguilera....jk ;)<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/were%20okay/DSC_0019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/were%20okay/DSC_0019.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Anyways, we woke up early Monday ready for the Superbowl. We had everything you need to make a Superbowl party great: Game day snacks. CHECK! Jerseys. CHECK! Family. CHECK! The game......the game.....THE GAME?!?!<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/were%20okay/DSC_0011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/were%20okay/DSC_0011.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/were%20okay/DSC_0024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/were%20okay/DSC_0024.jpg" width="200" /></a><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/were%20okay/DSC_0016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/were%20okay/DSC_0016.jpg" width="200" /></a>Sadly, much to our dismay, We tried to get the streaming site up to watch the game LIVE and it wouldn't work. We tried numerous times and it still wouldn't work. That was our only plan. We didn't know what else to do....so we skyped our mom. We would've like to watch the game with our family but they were all downstairs and the internet in our house doesn't reach downstairs. So our mom, being the smart one, put her computer (that was connected to us on skype) next to the local radio station and we listened to the play by play on the radio and then read the updates on Packers.com. It wasn't exactly the most ideal way to watch the Packers in the Superbowl, but it sure beat the alternative.<br />
<a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/were%20okay/DSC_0012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/were%20okay/DSC_0012.jpg" width="200" /></a>We were so happy to watch the game with Katie. It felt like we had a piece of home with us and it just made it so much more special. The game was also a very exciting game to watch. Our emotions were on a roller coaster. We'd be biting our nails and then screaming at the top of our lungs....<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/were%20okay/katiensam.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/were%20okay/katiensam.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And...well, I think we all know the outcome of that game,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> THE PACKERS WON THE SUPERBOWL!!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/were%20okay/DSC_0028.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/were%20okay/DSC_0028.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We were all SOOO excited. We sported our jerseys the rest of the day. When people asked why we were dressed up, we'd try to explain to them....but they just didn't understand. But that didn't matter because we knew that back home in the little city of Green Bay we had a whole bunch of people who TRULY understood how we felt that day.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/were%20okay/DSC_0027.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/were%20okay/DSC_0027.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And so lives the age old question:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Hanaway Sisters, The Green Bay Packers just won the Superbowl, What Are You Gonna Do Next???</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We're gonna hike up a Volcano!!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Till next time...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>The Hanaway Sistershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01918137823664371722noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222399726844948241.post-23056823802738856562011-03-12T07:44:00.000-08:002011-03-12T07:44:02.353-08:00We're Okay!<div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hey. We've gotten a couple calls and Facebook messages asking about our safety in the midst of this terrible disaster in Japan. We just wanted to write a blog letting everyone know, "We're Okay! We're Still Here!" </span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The nice thing about Palawan is that it is one of the most southeastern islands in the Philippines and its kinda pocketed in between the Philippines and a bunch of other southeast asian countries. So we won't get any tsunami warnings because we're shielded by other countries.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Here are some pictures to give you an idea of our location:</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/were%20okay/Asiamap.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="298" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/were%20okay/Asiamap.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/were%20okay/TSUNAMIcopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/were%20okay/TSUNAMIcopy.jpg" width="277" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Thank you all so much for your prayers and worries. But we should all continue to <b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">pray</span></span></i></b> for Japan and everyone who has been affected by this terrible disaster.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/were%20okay/Japan-Earthquake_1846790c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="291" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/were%20okay/Japan-Earthquake_1846790c.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/were%20okay/article-1085068-00242E2200000258-480_468x286.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="243" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/were%20okay/article-1085068-00242E2200000258-480_468x286.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/were%20okay/japanearthquake--282982551_v2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="272" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/were%20okay/japanearthquake--282982551_v2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/were%20okay/japan-earthquake1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="287" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/were%20okay/japan-earthquake1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%203/DSC_0364.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%203/DSC_0364.jpg" width="200" /></a>Our first day back, the patients secluded themselves inside the apartment. "We should do something with them, but what can we do when we can't really talk." Then we remembered we had some sidewalk chalk that we had received in one of our care packages from Southern. So we grabbed the chalk and called them outside. We opened the chalk and put it on the ground. They gave us a look like, "um...ok?"<br />
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<div style="text-align: right;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%203/DSC_0355.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%203/DSC_0355.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>"Oh, ok. I'll be right back" Sam said and she ran inside the house. She came back out with a bowl of water and threw it on her heart. The heart began to fade away. "It's okay, guys. It disappears with the rain." After they were assured that they weren't going to be damaging anything, Aina and Reynan began to draw. We decided to join them, since we hadn't used chalk in a long time. Its crazy how much fun it is. The chalk kept them occupied for hours that day.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%203/DSC_0360.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%203/DSC_0360.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>After breaking the ice with the chalk, Aina and Reynan would come to our pink house often. The sad thing is, we were never doing anything interesting. Mainly just cooking, cleaning, or doing stuff on the computer; but they just LOVED to watch us. One day, Sam decided she was gonna return to her Polish roots and take on the intense task of making pierogies. They really enjoyed watching her cut, stuff and fold each one. They turned out wonderfully and tasted delicious. The patients enjoyed them as well.<br />
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</tbody></table>One day, while everyone else was playing with the chalk, Reynan became bored with it and came to sit in our apartment. The day was still young so we felt bad having him cooped up inside. "Hmmm....they had never heard of chalk...I wonder if they know what bubbles are." Sam thought to herself. So she grabbed the bubbles and called Reynan back outside. She started blowing the bubbles at Reynan. He got really scared when he first saw them. He kept dodging them and looking at them like they were aliens. One bubble was caught by the wind and started to fly over the wall. He was amazed by it. So Sam kept blowing more bubbles.<br />
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</tbody></table>The Grandpa blew the bubbles and Reynan thought that was the funniest thing in the world. He started to laugh and then covered his mouth and ran into the house cause he was laughing so hard. He couldn't believe he was seeing his Grandpa making the bubbles. Soon after, Sam left the bottle with everybody and they kept having their fun. Reynan played with them for hours.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%203/DSC_0384.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%203/DSC_0384.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>One of our favorite moments happened later that day, Reynan was finished with the bubbles and he came into our house to return them. As he walked by our stand-up, electric fan, he stopped. Then suddenly a mischievous grin came over this 12 year olds face, something we had NEVER seen before. He quickly opened the bottle of bubbles and pulled out the wand and placed it in front of the fan. Suddenly our little pink kitchen was inhabited by many tiny bubbles. Reynan thought this was funny, he started to giggle and then ran out of the house giggling to himself. Such a sweet little boy.<br />
But soon enough, after spending a week in Brookes, the patients had reached the point of their healing where they could take care of themselves and they headed home. But not without leaving notes of gratitude behind.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%203/DSC_0387.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%203/DSC_0387.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">The first was from Sisal, Reynan's grandfather. He wrote a letter, in chalk, on our driveway. Translated it read: "<i>Thank you all so much for your hospitality and kindness. Me and my family have never been treated so well in all my life. I will never forget it. God Bless you all."</i></div><div style="text-align: center;">The second was written by Aina. Right before getting on the bus to leave, she slipped a note into Allison's hand. It read: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"><i>"Im very thankful to God because of you, mam Allison. For your kindness you've shown to me when I was in the hospital. You are so patient to me and also to my colleagues. You are always by my side, you did not left me at all times. In behalf of the group I want to extend my apology for taking your time so much. I thank God so much for giving a person like you. You know what, before I dreamed to meet a person who will care for my situation, and you are a fulfillment of that dream. Thank you so much. Now I see clearer all the plans of God for me, I feel the new hope for my future. I hope God will forgive me in all the sins I have done before. Again, thank you so much for all of you especially to you, Ate* Allison. I will never forget you. God bless you and take care of you always. Aina"</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;">[*Ate (pronounced ahh-tay) is literally translated as elder sister. But Filipinos use it to address all women. It's a sign of respect, like Mam or Miss.]</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">THIS is what it's ALL about!!</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px;">This adventure made being here in the Philippines so worth it and being a missionary so worthwhile, if only to give people something they've never experienced...A normal life.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">These are the Before and After shots of all 4 patients. (Keep in mind, they're all still pretty swollen and a lot of their stitches haven't come out yet.)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';">USAH</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%203/Usahbna.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="280" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%203/Usahbna.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">NUNI</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%203/Nunibna.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%203/Nunibna.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">REYNAN</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%203/Reynanbna.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="270" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%203/Reynanbna.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">AINA</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%203/BEFORENAFTER.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%203/BEFORENAFTER.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">**Recent Update: We recently heard back from the missionaries in Balabac. When the patients arrived home, the church had a Welcome Back service for them. It was at this service that many family members saw them for the first time. They were greeted with smiling faces and tears of joy. Someone also had run and found Aina's dad and invited him to the service. He fell down and cried at the sight of his beautiful daughter. We also learned that Usah, Reynan, his Grandfather, and Aina all attend church regularly. Praise God!! He is SOOO good!! We've planned to go down and see them the week before we leave. So we will be able to update with better after pictures as well as more stories about their personal and spiritual growth! Yay!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</span></div>The Hanaway Sistershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01918137823664371722noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222399726844948241.post-31842737767419398682011-03-08T22:57:00.000-08:002011-03-08T23:09:03.980-08:00New Name, New Face, New Life. Part 2<div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%202/DSC_0016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="131" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%202/DSC_0016.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Our miracles began on the ride down to Puerto. Allison and her 6 patients were all riding comfortably in the ambulance. One other person was riding in the ambulance with them. Her name was Margret, she was also an American missionary in Brookes Point. About 5 minutes into the journey, Allison and Margret began to talk. It didn't take long for Margret to realize that these patients </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A) </span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Had traveled the farthest </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">B)</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Were the most intense cases</span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> C)</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Were the most in need financially. What Allison didn't know was how influential this woman could be. Upon arriving in Puerto, Margret got to work. She took Allison around to every person who was in charge and when the American doctors arrived she pushed Allison and her patients to the front of the line to be checked out by the doctors and then explained to them the stories of these patients. The doctors were intrigued by the incredible need these patients had. Aina, especially, caught their attention. </span></span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%202/DSC_0018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="131" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%202/DSC_0018.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When Dr. Carpenter saw her, he realized how much she needed this surgery. He said that it would most likely be a 6 hour surgery case, but he was willing to do it because he knew that this could potentially change her life. So he made sure that Aina and the rest of our patients went to the top of the surgery list. All the patients needed to do was get blood tests done the next day. Praise the Lord!! Allison couldn't believe how just having simple conversations with someone could have such drastic results.</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%202/DSC_0021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%202/DSC_0021.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After the check-in, Allison called the Brennan family and Merilyn came to pick them up. As we had mentioned in the previous post, Merilyn and Ed Brennan head up AWA (Adventist World Aviation) in Palawan. They have a guest house on their compound and had offered to let us stay there for free. We were so excited. Merilyn is also a full Filipina, so she was able to help communicate with the patients. It was a total blessing having the Brennan family there. They made sure we were comfortable, fed, and had transportation to all our appointments.</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%202/DSC_0022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%202/DSC_0022.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The next day, we took all the patients in to have their blood tests done. It was a long, frustrating process but it was amazing to have Merilyn there. She was able to communicate with the nurses and that made it go by much quicker. That night we received a very exciting phone call. The patients would all go in for surgery tomorrow. Allison could hardly sleep that night, she was so excited.</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%202/DSC_0029.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="131" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%202/DSC_0029.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Tuesday morning we woke up bright and early. We headed to the hospital, only to be met with more grief. </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">*Pause for a moment*</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> One thing you need to know about Filipino culture is that they are very unorganized and unprompt people. In fact, we have a joke around here. Whenever there is a set time for something, for example: The meeting is a 6:00pm. We always ask: Is that American time or Filipino time? For Filipino's you always add 30-45 minutes to any set time. </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">*Unpause*</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%202/DSC_0031.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="131" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%202/DSC_0031.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So when we got to the hospital, the nurses had no idea if our patients were even on the list. Once again, Allison was incredibly grateful to have Merilyn there. She was able to talk with the nurses and the people in charge and finally we learned that 3 of our patients actually weren't on the list for that day, but Aina was. So Merilyn took Nuni, Usah, and Reynan back to the compound and Allison stayed with Aina. She was hooked up to an I.V. and sat in a hospital room with all the other pre-op patients. </span></span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%202/DSC_0041.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%202/DSC_0041.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Though Aina spoke only a little English and Allison spoke only a little Tagalog they were able to talk a little bit during their waiting time. Then they took a nap….then they talked some more….then finally the news came that since the other sugery cases had taken so long they didn't have time for Aina that day. </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So she would be the first case in the morning. Since she was already hooked up to an I.V. though they requested that she stay in the hospital for the night. We asked Aina if that was ok and she agreed, though she looked fearful to stay in the hospital all by herself. "I'll stay with her" said Allison, "the other 5 guys have each other. They wouldn't miss me. I'll stay here with Aina." Aina looked much more at ease knowing that she wouldn't have to stay there all alone.</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%202/DSC_0043.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="131" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%202/DSC_0043.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So Allison began her first night in a Filipino hospital. </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">*Pause for a moment*</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Another thing you need to know. Filipino Hospitals are NOT like most hospitals you're use to. The patient rooms consist of 12-14 beds with 2 inch thick mattresses. You need to provide your own bedding. They also don't feed you. Also, besides inserting and checking I.V.'s the nurses really don't help you with anything. The nurses also don't really keep record of all the patients their taking care of. For example, at about 4am a nurse woke Allison up asking if she was a patient and needed an I.V. inserted. "Um….NO!!" Allison had a hard time sleeping after that, fearing nurses would assume she was a patient and start poking her with unneeded medications. But even with all that, Allison didn't mind staying in the hospital. It set Aina's mind at ease having her there, and that made it all worth while. </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">*Unpause*</span></span></b></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%202/DSC_0046.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="131" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%202/DSC_0046.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Wednesday morning, Allison awoke early with a mission. The day before she had asked all the nurses, in connection with the Surgery Group, if it would be at all possible for her to go in on the surgeries. The nurses all said "No". One nurse had mentioned that it was the Doctors decision but she knew he would say "No" because it was a sterile procedure. So Allison decided that she was going to wake up early and catch the Dr. Carpenter on his way into the hospital and ask his permission. She figured since they were both American, so they had something in common, so maybe he would be cool with it. As he walked into the hospital, Allison took a deep breath and walked in his direction…..and then chickened out and made an unexpected left turn out of sight. "Dang it! Why did I just do that!?!?" she said to herself. As she saw him walk down the hall, she said a quick a prayer in her head. "Dear Jesus, please just give me one more chance to ask him. And this time PLEASE help me NOT to chicken out!" Just then the doctor stopped in the middle of the hallway and turned around and started walking straight towards her. "Hey, What's your name again?" Dr. Carpenter asked. </span></span><br />
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</tbody></table><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Uh….Allison" she replied. The doctor then proceeded to ask her about her mission in the Philippines and how she came in contact with her patients, particularly Aina. He then asked if she would be willing to keep him updated on how the healing process goes for all his patients. After having a 5 minute conversation with the guy, Allison finally worked up the courage to ask if she could go in on the surgeries and take pictures and video. "Of course!! That would be amazing!! We always want pictures during these missions but we're always too busy and we forget. We would LOVE for you to come in on the surgeries." Allison was SOOOO excited!!!</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%202/DSC_0068.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="131" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%202/DSC_0068.jpg" width="200" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As the doctors prepared for surgery, Allison was busy getting the rest of her patients checked in for surgery. A lot of paper work, BP checks, and inserting I.V.'s but she made sure that every patient was settled. The most stressful point was when Nuni had to get his I.V. inserted. It took 2 people to hold him down and one nurse to insert the I.V. He was NOT a happy camper. He cried and screamed and squirmed; so much in fact that his I.V. infiltrated. So we had to do it again, except this time there were 6 people holding him down and one nurse inserting the I.V. Needless to say he was a very strong, determined 4 year old.</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%202/DSC_0059.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%202/DSC_0059.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After getting the other 3 patients settled in, Allison headed back to Aina to make sure she was still doing ok. Dr. Carpenter was just doing a finally check and then he would bring her in for surgery. After the doctor left the room, Allison noticed that Aina was on the verge of tears. Figuring she was just nervous, Allison tried to calm her down; reassuring her that she would be there the whole time. But Aina was still on the verge of tears, so Allison brought in someone to translate to make sure she was ok. Aina, via translator, explained, "I'm not nervous. But I can't have surgery anymore, because I started my period this morning. I'm just so sad because if they had done the surgery yesterday I could have had it. But not anymore." After explaining this, Aina started to cry. She thought that they couldn't operate on her because she was already "losing blood". "Oh, Aina! </span></span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%202/DSC_0070.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%202/DSC_0070.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That doesn't matter. They can still perform surgery on you." Allison explained. After reassurance from both Allison and Merilyn, Aina felt better and was ready for surgery.</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">*Pause for a moment*</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Since the Filipino hospital are NOT very sanitary, the surgeries had to be done in these small trailers right outside the hospital. They were completely sanitary and air conditioned but they were SOOO small. As if that wasn't bad enough, they had 2 surgeries going on in each trailer. Allison thought for sure she would be kicked out in no time, since there was barely any room for the doctors themselves to maneuver. But they were happy to have a photographer there and they made room for her. It was really exciting. </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">*Unpause*</span></span></b></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%202/DSC_0073.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%202/DSC_0073.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%202/DSC_0075.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%202/DSC_0075.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%202/DSC_0159.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%202/DSC_0159.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%202/DSC_0079.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%202/DSC_0079.jpg" width="200" /></a><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%202/DSC_0115.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%202/DSC_0115.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: right;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: right;"></div><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%202/DSC_0168.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%202/DSC_0168.jpg" width="200" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Aina's surgery was a very long, tedious process; as most surgeries are. Dr. Carpenter started with her nose, or lack thereof. Her nose consisted of a flap of skin covering her nostrils. After observing her, the doctor saw that she also had a deformed ear that she kept covered by her hair. "Since she already covers this ear up all the time, I'm going to take the cartilage from her deformed ear to make her nose." After he completely reconstructing her nose and stitching up the cleft- gash up through her eye he started working on the lump on the side of her face. </span></span><br />
<div style="text-align: right;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%202/DSC_0122.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%202/DSC_0122.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%202/DSC_0175.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%202/DSC_0175.jpg" width="200" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"I could just remove this, but its really nice skin. The skin on her cheeks are really scarred, so I'm going to make a little slit and stretch the good skin over the bad skin" After this he finished stitching above her lip. "I must say, you really brought be a tough case, Allison." Dr. Carpenter admitted. "Oh, but you're doing wonderfully." Allison reassured. </span></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Even the doctors got their shots in.</td></tr>
</tbody></table><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The entire surgery took 5 1/2 hours. "I'm Sooo tired. And I barely did anything!" Allison said at the end of it. Aina really was the talk of the hospital. As she was wheeled out of the surgery trailer, people were snapping pictures and oohing & aaahing over her. She looked SOO different.</span></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The amazing medical team that worked on Aina. They truly worked miracles.</td></tr>
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</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%202/DSC_0198.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%202/DSC_0198.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: right;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%202/DSC_0221.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%202/DSC_0221.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%202/DSC_0229.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%202/DSC_0229.jpg" width="200" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After Aina was resting is the Post-Op room, Nuni went in for surgery. Dr. Carpenter wasn't doing anymore of our patients surgery but he and his team still had Allison take pictures of them and their different patients. They just got too attached to her ;) Nuni's surgery was rather simple and only took about 1 1/2 hours.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></span><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%202/DSC_0234.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="211" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%202/DSC_0234.jpg" width="320" /></a><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%202/DSC_0051.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%202/DSC_0051.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%202/DSC_0239.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%202/DSC_0239.jpg" width="200" /></a><br />
<a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%202/DSC_0301.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%202/DSC_0301.jpg" width="200" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After Nuni, it was Reynan's turn. </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">*Pause for a moment*</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> We haven't quite commented on how brave this little 12 year old is. He barely flinched during his blood test and when his I.V. was being inserted. When it came time for his surgery, unlike most patients his age, he did not need to be sedated or carried into the operating room. He walked in and put himself up on the table and breathed normally for the antheisiologist. He acted WAY beyond his years and Allison was SOO proud of him. </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">*Unpause*</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Reynan's surgery was also fairly simple and lasted about 2 hours.</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%202/DSC_0317.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="211" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%202/DSC_0317.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">For the first night all the patients<br />
had to use syringes to eat.<br />
Anything that could fit inside a<br />
syringe was considered edible.</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"></div><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%202/DSC_0316.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%202/DSC_0316.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="200" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Reynan's surgery was the last of the night and they promised that Usah would be the first surgery in the morning. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Since Allison had all her patients in the hospital she, once again, spent the night. Though the hospital was noisy, she was exhausted, and was able to fall asleep. She made sure to wake up every 2 hours to check on her patients and just in case they needed something.</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%202/DSC_0349.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%202/DSC_0349.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%202/DSC_0326.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%202/DSC_0326.jpg" width="200" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Thursday morning, Usah went in for surgery. The doctor explained that since he had a double cleft lip, she couldn't fix both because it would most likely tear. So she said she would do one side and he could come another time to fix the other side. Allison was heartbroken and tried everything she could to make the doctor do both but she said no. After the surgery was complete, Allison spent her day running from room to room making sure her patients were all doing ok. </span></span><br />
<div style="text-align: left;"></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Nuni and Reynan were doing very well and the nurses said they could return to the compound. But Aina and Usah had to stay overnight again. So, Allison spent one last night in the hospital. </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The next day the shuttle would be taking them all back to Brookes. Allison was so anxious to get home. It was the first time she and Sam had been separated on this trip and she was beginning to miss her. She could only imagine how homesick the patients felt. But we would all be excited to get out of Puerto. Till then…</span></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%202/DSC_0055.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="211" src="http://i1197.photobucket.com/albums/aa423/ahanaway817/cleft%20palate%202/DSC_0055.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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</div>The Hanaway Sistershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01918137823664371722noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222399726844948241.post-252423459737962292011-03-05T02:23:00.000-08:002011-03-08T04:37:26.814-08:00Let the blogging continue!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfTSPab_01CvHK1p5bAWbuGIlaPLPWY0nRC6VJE1H2jXBmOyhM1PBLgK7uJry6rjUByMrzjmUcstkBbgKsRbMAb7fZwWBY_mYIob_C-m15JW3AhPhvnwULUj-h_2nBaBpufoeTO9UqZMY/s1600/Photo+on+2011-03-05+at+18.22+%25233.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfTSPab_01CvHK1p5bAWbuGIlaPLPWY0nRC6VJE1H2jXBmOyhM1PBLgK7uJry6rjUByMrzjmUcstkBbgKsRbMAb7fZwWBY_mYIob_C-m15JW3AhPhvnwULUj-h_2nBaBpufoeTO9UqZMY/s320/Photo+on+2011-03-05+at+18.22+%25233.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">HURRAY!! </span></b></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Allison's computer has returned to Brooke's Point with a new hard drive and ALL of the files recovered. </span></span></b></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">God is good!! </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So, without further ado, here is the month of February!</span></i></div></div>The Hanaway Sistershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01918137823664371722noreply@blogger.com1