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Travel Blogs from Mandaluyong
... felt like Andre the Giant
Or that guy from the movie "Big Fish"
I was getting depressed at this whole pant size mess
When who to my wandering eyes should appear
But the always too happy Fix It Up Chappy
With a big smile and his hand in the air
"You need pants?" he inquired
"I need pants" I agreed
And he grabbed a few pairs from the rack
"You are Size 32?"
I say "size 33"
"Ok, I be right ...
... outside of the mall, tonight I wandered into one called Florabel. Now, I'm a fairly sharp guy but sometimes observation isn't my strong suit. I walk in, backpack, headphones, minor narc peddler beard, and dirty hat and am escorted to a table by a very well pressed gentleman. He sits me down at a table where there is a legit candle (not a tea light) and proceeds to hand me a menu. He wouldn't let the menu hit the table and he presented to me ...
... led the group Scripture reading was like the Filipino Paul Harvey, his voice made me consider moving here. But what if he doesn't like me? What if he thinks we're too different to be friends? What if he found out that I said the streets of the city he lives in sometimes smell like sewer and tomato paste? He seems like a guy that always finds out the rest of the story. Maybe it's best not to move here.
After church I went to Pizza Hut. Although tempted by ...
... I suspected, I had a belt on and everything was where it should be.
I finally make it to the socks and there are 3 fellas staffing the athletic sock area. I stop to take a look and the first one approaches. "Socks, siiiirrr?" Yes, socks, that's why I stopped. We're beyond that point now. Then he starts pointing out the different colors and types of socks on the rack. "Gray socks, ssiiiirrrr?" I say, "I got it man, I'm just looking." He kind of fades away ...
... After about 45 minutes I turned a corner and started heading back in the general direction of the hotel and I was halfway down the block on the sidewalk and something caught my eye. Could it be? Within one block of my hotel? Was that...Jesus propaganda? A church! Sweet.
The Philippines is 97% Catholic. When it came up in conversation a week ago that I am a pastor at a church, the first guess of my denomination by the ...