Sunday. Awakened at 5 a.m. by a ferocious brass band in the nearby barrio “playing” for some church festival. At 10 a.m. it is still at it, and worse than ever. What with dogs, roosters and church bells, this adds new horrors to residence in the Philippines. (The fiesta, with band complete went on steadily until 11 p.m.)
In the afternoon, I went out to McKinley and golfed alone. In the evening six toughs threatened Oleaga and his cook and frightened the family. Oleaga sent his chauffeur to the police station at Parañaque, but the police were all away at the fiesta!