Do you have brains?

To reach Camiguin island I had a 9h journey consisting of the following 9 motorised vehicles: an elevator -> taxi -> airplane -> private car/taxi -> bus -> boat -> jeepney -> tricycle -> motorbike.
I didn't get lost because I met a local girl. First I taught she is really young (because of the teeth brackets), then she turned out to have 2 children, after which I got to know that she is 1 year older than me, and even later that her partner with whom she has problems is a British man of 67 years old. My Buddha! She (Daisy) said she feels she can open up to me. By all means. Although I had difficulties to concentrate because of there fact that the dude is 67. Kinda hard to relate. Anyway, turns out he is married to another Philippine woman and hid it in the first years. "When I got to know, it was already too late. I was attached to Graham and so where my children". And she said it with such hopelessness. He lied to me, but what can I do? I already was in love. But she wants a husband. She wants the gossip to stop.
"Graham wants to have a child. But i don't want another bastard. I already have two bastard children."
Ouch.
Why would a 67 year old man want a baby, anyway? I didnt dare to ask.
Anyway, later i have learned that she is really old in philippino women standards. Most of the 60+ white men go for 18 year old wives. Australian old guy i talked to today has a theory that the older you are, the younger wife you can get. Because you die sooner.
Well, I think i was offered a husband already on the way from the airport in Manila. By the taxi driver. He was excited to hear i am not married and started to praise his son who is not married neither...
So if in Nepal at any given moment someone asks "How much do you weigh?" then here it is "Are you married?" or "Do you have a boyfriend". It can be the second question after "Where are you from?".
The best question by far until now has been: "Do you have brains?". I was renting a motorbike from a random guy on the street. In fact I had told tricycle driver that i want to rent a bike, so he drove me to the island capital and asked people around. Second person was willing. And then once you agree on the price and pay, the guy just gives you the bike. No guarantee, no documents needed. I asked if he wants my number or anything, but no. He hardly wanted to give me his number.
So anyway, i made a deal and then discovered that although they said its an automatic bike, it was not. So i wasnt able to start it. He wondered if i had brains at all. I confirmed that i do and asked him to show me the basics. After 5 minutes I was good to go. Well, so I thought. Only then i discovered that bike does not have mirrors and the helmet flies off when pushing a bit more gas. How much gas is hard to say cause the speedometer does not work either. But my bike is a discobike. Marcia and Kairit will know what im talking about. Blinking sidelights in the dark! Its a bit wild machine compared to scooters that i have driven so far, 125cc Honda, and heavy, Im not used to handle it. Im learning my limits. Good thing is that when its moving, I have no problems. But when its falling, then i have no strength. Or perhaps, indeed, brains. My muscles are sore from climbing a vulcano and my legs and feet have bruises, cuts and burns. Yesterday i fell with the motorbike when parking and then afterwards really hurt myself when entering a slippery bathroom. Today I fell again with the motorbike when trying to stop it half way up a too steep dirtroad and then when i walked to the beach (as i had asked help to get the bike back down the hill), I hit my toe on a stone! Mmmmm what a nice feeling to enter the salty seawater.
Now I have patches of medical cement on my legs and toe and I hope that this spell is over. Tomorrow stars a journey to Palawan island, the pearl of Philippines they say.