Vilya is quite small but Mum grew up here with her family. A lot of the people who live there are distant relatives in some way, so finding my future husband in this village is out of the question. The family owns a part of the land where they harvest copra. My lola would climb these mountains in her 70s even before she broke her hip. Mamma phems father, my grandfather built the house with his own hands. When Ate Ninneth married Jeffreys father they did Lolas house up. Previously it was made of bamboo sticks.
It's one of the nicest houses in Vilya and in these red gates hold alot of memories.
(above) My Uncle Santos built this house with his own hands. Mum helped him buy the tin for the roof.
The floor is the earth and there is only natural light.
He is a modern Tarzan.
Some are lucky enough to have a kitchen, but even then its pretty standard.
No teak cupboards, no granite benches or a stainless steal stoves.
Only the rich have fridges. But nearly every one has a rice cooker.
Their showers consist of a tap and a bucket. I missed the feeling of continues running water on my face and back.
Theres no hot water, but who needs it in the tropics?
Theres no toilet seat and sometimes you need the plunger.
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