It was obvious to us why the origin was hard to find, the lack of tourist’s – let alone western tourists – in Manila is astounding. The only westerners we could see had Filipinos clinging to their waists. As you walk the streets of Manila you see the city has 2 major sides to it, 2 sides that do not necessarily coincide. As you look around you see sky rises so tall your neck hurts and at their doorstep is a woman with her children who has been sleeping on a piece of scrap cardboard for longer then imaginable. The tremendous amount of poverty and homelessness in such a huge city is really overwhelming.
We made our way back to LA Sports bar to watch the game. We were 2 of 4 westerners in the bar and it was pretty entertaining to watch the sex industry overflow around us, it amazes me the desperateness of the sex workers and the loneliness of the customers. I don’t think anyone really understood why we were yelling at the TV screen, except for a Filipino who was sitting beside us who lived in QLD. He left early.
We had dinner at the mall and decided it was time to head back to the hotel, as we had to get to the airport early the next morning for our flight to Palawan. We caught a taxi to the airport the next morning and had a slice of pizza and croissant for breakfast – healthy huh?
I better go, we cant hear what the man on the voiceover is saying; we may have missed our flight.