For most of my travels, I’ve been moving out and about on my own, which I love very much and makes me vulnerable to all sorts of weird quips and questions from people that I met on the road. A few days ago, a friend posted on Facebook about her funny encounter with a bus driver who mistook her for a Japanese tourist (what with her golden brown skin and Cebuano accent) and then proceeding with a relentless conclusion that she’s a Filipina with a foreigner for a husband. Now, it’s not that I’m all hate and rage about I […]