As I said before, it was a really long trip from NY to Manila.
My journey has been as following: NY-Anchorage (Alaska), then Anchorage-Taipei (Taiwan), and finally Taipei-Manila.
I arrived very jet-lag, assuming that there is 12 hours difference between NY and Manila.
Well, I got off the plane, and I was there standing with my luggages. And I felt …alone (but not lonely)! To put things again in the context, I didn’t plan anything for my arrival in the Philippines. Basically, I came here with no clue, no place to stay, Nothing!!
So I was there at the airport, and opened the Philippines rough book that Jai offered to me for my 24 birthday last year. I found out there was a cheap guest house in Malate (At this time, I had no idea where this surbub was!), and took a cab to get there. I neither booked anything there, nor knew if they would be having spare bed spaces.
But you know, if you were in the situation of mine, you would have just said: let’s give it a try. I wasn’t stressed, but I was rather feeling happy that I finally made it to the Philippines.
On the way to the guesthouse, I could see Manila city for the 1st time. First rough impressions: the street life is really lively, lots of jeepneys driving around like mad, lot of traffic, quite of a mess...
The noise as well, really persistent: horns, buses, loud engine…
Wahou, what a big change!!. I was staring at all this through the windows: Welcome in Manila!!! :))))))
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