Yes yes! It would basically be travelogue with occasional bouts of intrigue. Dean wants to know if it's still PC to say Delhi belly. There's no such thing as vacation for Team Free Press, so what Bobby does sometimes is send them on assignments set in vacation-y places. Cover illegal fishing and coral reef destruction in the Philippines, he says. Bring your snorkeling gear, and strong sunblock.
So off they go, off to Cebu, where they interview mayors who treat them like tourists and give them brochures, avoiding the issue. They get in contact with translators and interview the people who fish, the people who sell fishing gear, the people who buy fish: they get impassioned speeches about the price of fish, about how hard it is to feed X number of children, how their equipment is inadequate and need to be updated, how no one is doing anything.
And there is one woman who then starts asking THEM questions: are they married, do they have kids, are they from LA, are they from New York, you must make so much money, such good jobs. Americans have so much money, ha, not like us hahaha, I am very poor, I have many children, some cannot go to school, I have a son nine-years-old, he is sick. You Americans, you have a big house. You have a big car. I walk walk everywhere, walk walk walk. My feet is hurt. My shoes is broke. My husband, he is sick, he lose job. And on and on she goes, staring Dean down with her big big eyes, her list of woes, her various hairshirts, her thin and weary voice challenging him until Dean caves and gives her 200 pesos and she says thank you, salamat, that means thank you in Tagalog. God bless you, sir, salamat po, and she finally leaves. Hunched over and beatific, she leaves. Dean stares at her until she disappears into the crowd.
No one says anything for a while, then Cas says, "That was unprofessional."
Dean says, "Fuck you."
Cas says, "You should know better--" and Sam cuts in, "Let's take a break," and yeah, they could all probably use a beer.
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So off they go, off to Cebu, where they interview mayors who treat them like tourists and give them brochures, avoiding the issue. They get in contact with translators and interview the people who fish, the people who sell fishing gear, the people who buy fish: they get impassioned speeches about the price of fish, about how hard it is to feed X number of children, how their equipment is inadequate and need to be updated, how no one is doing anything.
And there is one woman who then starts asking THEM questions: are they married, do they have kids, are they from LA, are they from New York, you must make so much money, such good jobs. Americans have so much money, ha, not like us hahaha, I am very poor, I have many children, some cannot go to school, I have a son nine-years-old, he is sick. You Americans, you have a big house. You have a big car. I walk walk everywhere, walk walk walk. My feet is hurt. My shoes is broke. My husband, he is sick, he lose job. And on and on she goes, staring Dean down with her big big eyes, her list of woes, her various hairshirts, her thin and weary voice challenging him until Dean caves and gives her 200 pesos and she says thank you, salamat, that means thank you in Tagalog. God bless you, sir, salamat po, and she finally leaves. Hunched over and beatific, she leaves. Dean stares at her until she disappears into the crowd.
No one says anything for a while, then Cas says, "That was unprofessional."
Dean says, "Fuck you."
Cas says, "You should know better--" and Sam cuts in, "Let's take a break," and yeah, they could all probably use a beer.
LOL MY THESIS LET ME SHOW YOU IT
my initial idea is still growing at rather unanticipated speeds
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee edge of my seeeeeeeaaat