Pre-digital F.U.N. No iPad. No iPhone. No digicams. No Facebook. No Instagram. No tweets. No youtube. Just old-fashioned postcards. Snail Mail. Time when we actually dialled on the phone!
How times have changed. Yet a holiday then was truly a holiday as we weren’t concerned about how “perfect” our travel photos were. Nor how others would approve over where we went, what we did and the food we ate. We didn’t google the food, destinations and major attractions. More likely, we bought and actually read a book about the trip. If not, we just braced ourselves for surprises.
Pre-teens, I remember a favorite weekend holiday in a relative’s fishpond. For many years till I went to high school, we would troop to a fishpond via a small narrow boat ride counting some 10-15 minutes. Armed only with cooked rice, shrimp sauce and calamansi (local lemons), we claimed our spots by the riverbank and fished for tilapia while the men harvested oysters, steaming them ready to be shucked. Oh heaven! The oysters tasted like the sea and the grilled fish couldn’t be fresher!
Simple joys. And we didn’t take any photos for posterity. Why? We were having too much fun. We would take dips in the river to wash our hands which we used for eating — sans forks & spoons — and to cool down our hot (literally, as in summer, sweaty hot) bods. No tiled swimming pool could match the joy of swimming in a cool river. Sooo fun!