After Mt. Pinatubo blew up, it wasn't long before I was on my bicycle. I drove the car for awhile but the four inches of ash+rain=mud quickly formed hellacious potholes. I broke a weld at the lower control arm. So it was bicycle and backpack after that. The good thing about living in a poor country is the population is good at adapting and improvising. The majority of the populous owns little, so there is little desire to steal from each other. Emergency services consists of your brain and your back. We pitched in. Worked together. No guns. No marauding bandits. With no electricity to fill the gravity tanks, I humped water from the navy base for drinking for the folks in the
compound (about a dozen people) at the end of Murphy St. The landlady's son went on a two day trek for a hand operated water pump for the capped well for
other use water. Food became available soon enough in this type of economy where individuals sell a few select food items at open air markets. Not everything was there immediately but fruits and fish were. And who doesn't keep a sack of rice at home? Now if your waiting for Walmart's shipment of HotPockets from whatever planet HotPockets come from... I don't know. It might be awhile.
Things got going eventually. It took about two months for the electricity to come back on. Seems volcanic ash is conductive.
I never did a mental comparison of the P.I. to the states in these regards before. The less locally grown food you have, the more screwed you are. Everyone have a vegetable garden? I hear humans can actually live off vegetables.
Where would you bug to? What areas of the country/continent are lease susceptible to natural disasters? Most defensible? Have a source of water and no brutal winters to deal with?
I know where I'd go. Ride my bike to, that is.
Or maybe a Jeepney. Simple, stout and for the most part, homemade. Leafs/I-beam suspension up front and an Isuzu diesel. That'll get you there.