During my 2014 holidays, the BF and I were renting an apartment just outside Cebu city. The apartment was 5 stories high, but only had 2 garage available! I guess because most of the tenants did not own a vehicle, but 2 tenants owned cars (including us), plus about 4 more tenants motorbikes.
Because of such a limited parking space available, the parking spot is on a first come first served basis. So if you come home at say, 11PM, then you have to park on the roadside, resulting on our SUV being vomited upon one night – fucking dirty mongrels!
Another thing I noticed also, is that even non-tenant Filipinos who lived across the road parked their motorbikes there, especially during the rainy season or very hot afternoons! They were able to do this even though there was a sign that says “tenant parking only” because the apartment did not employ a guard. Wasn’t worth it I supposed. The parking area is right on the ground floor of the apartment, and tenants had to negotiate through the cars and bikes in order to access the apartments (not my choice of apartments by the way).
Enter young Nash, a new Pinoy tenant who’s a student at some nearby university, son of a rich family (apparently!), tried his hand studying medicine but failed miserably, so enrolled in Education instead. He must have been real dumb if he could not even bribe his way to pass his subjects!
Young Nash owned a black sports car which he polished diligently whether it’s needed or not. But young Nash felt entitled to the car park, that whenever he could not park his gleaming sports car, he’d make it known to whoever occupied the parking space that he was not happy. If you’re Kano, he’d drop hints that you should not park in “his” car park because this is his country and you’re only a guest there. He would never say it in English though and he did not know that I could understand Visayan. When I told the BF this, he was not happy. So we started looking for an alternative car parking that we can call “our own”.
Thankfully, there was a vacant block next door. We approached the owner if we could rent that space in the meantime to park our vehicles and she agreed. We then organized to have a large awning made to cover our SUVs. The area was large enough for 2 vehicles, so I took mine from my garage at Aunt’s place and brought it over. Needless to say, during the process of getting the awning made, prices were considerably inflated. But that’s another story for some other time.
So we got our new garage we can call our very own, right beside the apartment complete with a lockable door. After the garage was built, Pinoy Nash drooled over it because well, it’s ours and we did not have to compete with anyone else. Nash in the meantime continued to hog the parking spot, but with us out of the way, he had less competition.
Young arrogant Nash did have a problem: he was having an affair with the Pinay wife of a Korean bar owner. I am sure that you guys are aware that you don’t pissed off a Korean and get away with it! As in majority of cases in the Philippines, a foreigner can not own land, so the Korean’s bar was in his young Pinay wife’s name. Faced with the prospect of not only losing his wife but his bar as well, do you think the Korean will just sit there?
One evening, we were returning home after having late night dinner and was parking our SUV when a black SUV with dark tinted windows stopped in front of the complex and 3 large Korean guys got out and went up the stairs. As I mentioned earlier, in order to access the apartment above, we had to go through the parking area which was never locked. And we knew the guys were Koreans because we could hear them, but because we were still inside our SUV they did not see us. We also knew that they weren’t tenants.
I was tired, so wanted to go up the stairs. BF said “no, we wait awhile for those Koreans to come down”. I said “no, you stay here if you want to”. So after 10 mins, we started to enter the garage when the 3 Koreans started to come down. Too late, we could not retreat. They called us: “hey, you live here?”. I said “yes, we do”. One of them pulled out a photo of young Nash and asked what floor and room he was in. By now, BF and I knew that Nash is in deep shit. But stupid he might be, we also did not want to get involved with a murder! We told the Koreans that we have seen him around but not sure which floor or apartment number he was in. The Koreans then asked us if we knew who was the owner of the black sports car (Nash of course), but we said we weren’t sure, just some young Pinoy. Whether they believed us or not, we were relieved when they left. It was about 3am when they left. We started debating whether to tell Nash or not.
Two nights later, same black, heavily tinted SUV again parked in front of the apartment. It was about 1am and we were putting our SUV in our private garage when the black SUV parked across the road suddenly pressed his horn for about 3 minutes! We were surprised that not one Pinoy peered across the window to see what happened! I told the BF to let the black SUV go away since I don’t fancy being murdered in the Philippines for being a witness!
Eventually, the black SUV drove off. By morning, we decided to tell young Nash that his life could be in grave danger. He listened, but did not say anything. We advised him he should leave town. Thankfully, he did not come home that evening and right after I left to return to Australia, he did not return to his apartment. I think that was one close call for young Nash. I think the moral of this story, if you’re gonna be greedy in the Philippines, just make sure you don’t covet ones that belonged to a Korean!