You try as hard as you can to cover your ears to keep a little safe from this hellish noise. Grab the pillows. Dig under the covers. Useless.
You are all bloody puffy eyes, highly tensed muscles, terrribly pissed. Hang over ? if only !
« Gooooood mooooorning lazy bones ! karaoke worse singers ever are out !!! » : the 6 AM Sunday routine in Cebu.
It is 0630 and the kids are obviously awake now. As grumpy as their parents.
Cebuanos, as much as I appreciate the hospitality and love your island, your WE karaoke is pure torture to all my senses. I could carry on in French here, but this blog is family friendly so I will just leave the floor the other expats who happened to experience the same feeling today.
Here are some selected pieces all fresh from the Facebook Expat group. Reproduction is not (always) endorsement 😉
Sunday prompt :
An ear for an ear (only ends up making the whole city deaf !)
And finally, one voice to offer a durable solution: compromise!
Good to remember that in spite of the occasional disagreements and pains in the neck (of course Cebu is not Zurich, there is still noise after 8PM and the streets are not as clean!), we are all here for a reason: it is more convenient than home! At the end of the day, I should remember that when the Attila are singing, shouting and jumping like possessed monkeys, none of my Cebuano neighbor is knocking at my door. Strangely enough, after 6 months in the country, they are still known as the Guapitos! Cebu is lively, bear with it, forget about any inhibition and siiiiiiing like if you were in your shower. You may won’t have the chance to practice so loudly anywhere else in the world 🙂