September 2nd

Manila, now.

11pm:
It's dark... too dark to take all the sights in. The city is still all too mysterious to me still. But what I can gather from Manila so far, is that the lanes and lines of the roads serve more as suggestions than law.

You can touch the trucks and cars to your left and right if you wanted to. Lol

The driving here takes balls and thick nerves. And if you don't hear the horns of cars blaring every 10 seconds, something must be very wrong.


8am:
It's surely light out now.
And I slept like a dead body.
It's raining hard as cuss, so I haven't been able to look outside yet.

[I hear Spongebob Squarepants playing right now in the kitchen. Haha]

I think we're about to leave in the next hour to hit the city and run the initial errands.

K, that's it for now.
Good talk.

Lesson 2:
The misconception of asians being bad drivers is a matter of perspective.

They are quite talented at not wrecking, but have no interest in driving in an orderly fashion.
(survival of the craziest)


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