
While working in an Islamic country, one needs to respect the laws and traditions of the land, if you intend to survive. As the saying goes, you've got to act as the Romans do when you're in Rome.
As such, I have to forego and abstain from eating foods that are not "halal" and endure the torment and agony of eating the unending barrage of chicken, beef, lamb and venison dishes. The variety of fruits and vegetables are fine, but for a carnivorous person like myself, a gastronomic treat is not complete without the taste of "baboy" such as nilaga, adobo or lechon in all of its variants (lechon, lechon paksiw, lechon kawali, etc.).
Imagine my surprise, and that's putting it mildly, when the hotel restaurant receptionist informed me that "baboy" is indeed available somewhere in the city, albeit on the other side of town. With a map on hand and some cash in my wallet, I ventured to that part of town where baboy dishes are supposedly available. I even invited the hotel staff to join me in this epecurian celebration.
But Alas!..for some reason or another, that elusive baboy dish was not available to satisfy my palate. Murphy's law again proved to be correct that it is indeed an imperfect world...but life must continue to go on. It is a major blunder alright (to expect baboy in this part of the globe) but it is not the "end of the world" so to speak, and there will always be a tomorrow to savor that baboy dish and satisfy my longing.
The good thing though is that while I have been looking for a baboy dish and was not successful at it.... I found something even better .... I found a friend...the hotel staff.