Living in Manila for forty-eight days is not that bad. If you would count the Typhoon Ondoy flood (Bright side: signal number one equals to no work), crazy training schedules (a swift change from closing shift to opening shift, thus results to lack of sleep), getting lost twice and airport overnight (the stuck-for-24 hours kind of overnight due to Typhoon Frank) in Manila as bad.
My Manila travel diary will never be complete without pictures. So here are snapshots of some places I've been to. Of course, I'm sticking to my travel goal: feast my eyes and tummy on places and food that can't be found in Cebu.
|BREAKING DAWN, taken at 5:45am on my way to Libis|
Since we're on crunch time, as much as possible there will be no mall visits, unless I'm buying groceries. Therefore, I was able to scourge Baclaran and Divisoria and introduce myself to my never-met-before relatives in Rizal at kiddie parties during rest days. When traveling, make sure you brought nice clothes for special occasions and sturdy boots for the unexpected flood.
|MOTHER OF PERPETUAL HELP mosaic. I love the details!|
|LIT UP five candles at Baclaran Church for Mother of Perpetual Help|
|Impressive EASTWOOD mall.|
The first time I got lost it was a daytime (yes, there was a second time and it was night time), so I wandered around Cubao (which is basically mall-hopping between Ali Mall, Gateway and SM Cubao) and I discovered Oasis in Gateway. It's just a small glass-enclosed "oasis" in the middle of the mall.
The night before we flew to Cebu, I was shopping for Eng Bee Tin hopia as pasalubong to my family and friends. Sadly, no Krispy Kreme. We dropped by in Divisoria to check out stuff on a rainy night. I got muddy shoes and sore hands from carrying 3 bags-full of hopia all the way from Divisoria to Project 4.
|One-way LRT ticket|
Since there's no MRT or LRT in Cebu, I feel like I have to take shots of the cards. All photos are taken by my trusty old Sony Ericsson W810i.
|My room key and trusty "Quiapo" shades|
Against all odds, our flight was cancelled and but we still head for the airport in the hopes of getting a flight out amidst the Typhoon Frank--we are that desperate to get home.
|A ghost town. Or a ghost port.|
|After 11 hours of waiting, we have re-booked our tickets!|
|And the reward for patiently sulking for stuck-in-the airport? A free upgrade!|
As they say, there's always a first time for everything. This is first time I lived in Manila for 47 days and 22 hours. The first time I spend my birthday with a bunch of strangers away from home. The first time to be stuck in the airport for 22 hours without enough sleep and get upgraded from economy to business class. I didn't get to savor the plush business seats since I ended up dozing off. The most important thing is I'm going home!