AIM Conference Center Manila
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This used to be my playground.
The hustle in Manila is twice as hard as I remembered and the drivers here are nuts and incredibly talented.
M. Reyes street is so different now. There are lots of new people that have settled here, there's a new mini store across the road, and the stores I grew up visiting are now closed. Kinda sad.
I was drained and sick when we touched down Manila.
My fabulous cousin Ate ...
After a 14 hour flight and a few hour delay we finally arrived in the capital of the Philippines, Manila. The Philippines are 15 hours ahead of the US, so we left on a Friday and got there early Sunday morning. My friend Berto's cousins picked us up at the airport and took us back to their hometown of Los Banos, which is a couple of hours south of Manila. When I stepped outside it felt like I walked into a sauna that someone forgot to turn off. The humidity and the heat made ...
... and chatted. I stayed here until about 12.30am and then headed back for the briefest snooze before my alarm went of at 2.30am and I was up and ready to check out before 3am. I left a bag at the hotel. The charge was 100 Pesos a day which wasn't too bad. I ensured that they had my booking for the following Thursday and I got a metered taxi from the entrance to Terminal 3, to catch the 6.05 flight to San ...
... was bad and I couldn't contact my friends in PH. Furthermost, there was nothing special but an ice-skating rink, which didn't interest me. For those reasons, I couldn't enjoy MOA so much.
My last stop was Baclaran. There was only one reason to go there: balut. I had tried it in 2008, but I couldn't eat it up at the time. So this time, I definitely needed to prove my bravery (lol). I bought two eggs just in case that ...
... that they were alive.
As we turned the corner, there they were. My god daughter in the hands of her cousin on the plaza, along with many of my close friends from Bliss. I scooped her up in my arms squeezing her tight and giving her kisses. She didn't seem phased at all, although her older brother seemed somewhat upset as he sat on one of the chairs set out on the plaza to dry. Seeing each one of them lightened my heart, but the damage to the community was ...