Last Friday we saw a bowling alley in a mall. Thinking this would be a good father/son activity, we went in to check it out. We had not even got both feet in the door when the shotgun carrying security guard jumped to his feet shewing us out the door. Reason: Jeremy was wearing a sleeveless shirt. However, girls were allowed in the room WITH sleeveless shirts but not boy children. Hmmmmm!!!! Enough said. [No need to worry about the guns, there are guards everywhere. Future Post will be on that topic.]
The next day was Saturday, a great day for bowling. We entered a very full bowling alley and found out a tournament was going on. There must have been 30+ lanes and at least 200 people scurrying around. We decided to wait the 75 minutes until the tournament was over. Our feet were killing us so from walking around in the mall and so we returned early to wait in the bowling place. [How do you ladies do it, walk malls for hours????] The tournament ended, we got in line to pay. As we waited we read the rules. ABSOLUTELY MUST HAVE SOCKS IN BOWLING SHOES FOR HYGIENIC REASONS. NO EXCEPTIONS. You guessed it, Jeremy had worn his sandals with no socks. We quietly left the alley laughing to ourselves. One more multiple day procedure to try to accomplish a very simple task. We didn't have the energy to go to a store in the mall and look for socks!
. . . . . . and, today we bowled. Different location but we had sleeves and socks and a barrel of fun 10 pin bowling. My right wrist got so sore in the two hours we bowled, that I switched to left handed for the last 3 games. I wowed my son with 3 strikes and a spare while playing left handed. On the Jeepney ride home, Jeremy had calculated in his head that we each bowled 145 balls and lifted and lunged an accumulated 1595 lbs and 1930 lbs respectively since Jeremy bowled an 11 lb ball and I a 14 lb ball. [That last sentence was for the benefit of easing the minds of Jeremy's school teachers. Yes, he is keeping up on his math.]
The cool part of it all was observing the change in Jeremy [okay, me too!] after only one week of living here. We are getting better at taking the cultural differences in stride and going with the flow. At least until the next time . . . . .
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