Filipinos vs. Snow in the UK: A Survival Story 🇵🇭
They say Filipinos are tough. We survive typhoons, earthquakes, traffic in Manila, and even that one relative who won’t stop asking when we’re getting married. But throw a little snow at us in the UK? Panic mode activated, although that could be because they forgot to take a snow selfie for face book.
We left the Philippines thinking we were escaping the heat, humidity, and power cuts—only to find ourselves in a country where the entire transport system collapses if one snowflake touches the ground. Trains? Canceled. Buses? Nowhere to be found. And us? Wearing five layers of clothing but still freezing like an unseasoned lechon left in the fridge.
Back home, we walk through floodwaters up to our knees like it’s nothing—but here, we slip on a little black ice, and suddenly we’re reenacting an Olympic figure skating routine we never signed up for.
And let’s talk about "snow days." In the UK, schools and offices shut down for what looks like a light dusting of powdered sugar. Meanwhile, in the Philippines, we’re sending kids to school during a category 5 typhoon, with the principal standing at the gate like, "Basta hindi pa lumilipad ang bubong, may pasok pa!" 🏫🌪️
But despite it all, we adjust. We learn to layer up, to walk like a penguin on icy roads, and to appreciate a good cup of hot Milo after battling the tundra outside. And deep down, we still smile—because no matter where we are, we make it work. After all, we’re Filipino, and surviving crazy weather is just part of the package. Especially if there is good Filipino food at hand
SNOW IS HARD TO UNDERSTAND IT LOOKS SO CUTE BUT ITS DEADLY STUFF.
Unless you get some hot food to keep you going.
Fellow Filipinos (and our lovely British friends), let’s be real—this snow thing is too much. We survived typhoons, floods, and jeepney rides hanging off the back like action stars… but one snowstorm in the UK? We’re finished.
We put on five jackets and still shiver like a frozen lumpia.
We try to walk carefully but end up sliding down the pavement like a lost fish in a wet market.
The buses stop running, so now we’re questioning all our life choices.
It’s too cold to cook, too cold to move, and too cold to function. So instead of suffering, just come to Marlon’s.
We have hot, crispy lechon to warm your soul. Sizzling bacon to remind you life is good. And a big plate of adobo because honestly? We don’t know what else to do in this weather.
Snow is hard. Thinking is hard when you are frozen stiff.
EATING IS EASY AND FUN..
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