With my first cup of coffee in hand, I peered from the 10th floor window of my hotel, out across Manila Bay. This was the coolest time of day and the city was still relatively quiet; not so during the day, but mornings were beautiful.
Down on the street. along the Bay Walk, a group of people have gathered to do their morning exercises...Tai Chi...I think! Others are taking morning strolls along the calming waters of the bay; Maybe, some left from the long night of dancing and partying that went on till early hours of the morning...
Looking out over the rooftops, it is a maze of laundry hanging on the line, and signs of people just beginning their day.It's going to be another hot one.
Economically speaking, as elsewhere, some have little left over but the people here are very hard working and inventive. If they don't have something, they seem to invent something else to do the job. Most of the people I have met are loving and, for the most part kind, and they share whatever they might have. Very generous and an absolute pleasure to be around.
Later in the day, we will go to the fish market, about a mile to the south. Always an endless selection of fish(all kinds), still in individual tanks, just waiting for someone to come along and make their choice. There is never a lack of fresh fish in Manila; And I love fish...
About three blocks in the other direction is the huge ROBINSON Mall. This place is several stories high and has about anything you can want, and prices here(compared to the U.S) are quite cheap. There is even a KFC and Dunkin Donuts, for anyone who might be homesick.
Everywhere, there is armed security; Our hotel had armed Guards. In such a large city and so many people coming and going, businesses take no chances. Before entering, even the Mall, everyone is checked by the police, but they are nice about it, and much more polite than what I have experienced back home in the U.S..
Before I went to the Philippines I was told that people there might not like Americans anymore. I found out that was not the case. Like most working class peoples, we find out the problem(and dislikes) are usually the governments and politics. Politicians create problems. The rest of us just try to make a living and get by.
Later in the day, the traffic is unbelievable. Almost nobody drives in Manila(It seemed), except the Taxi and Jeepney drivers. How they keep from constantly being in a wreck is beyond me. They drive fast; They stop fast; and seldom did I see a vehicle with a dent in it. It seems they are constantly working on their vehicles, shining and polishing them, to make them look more appealing. They are good drivers, and cheap...
Manila is a beautiful city, but there, like so many cities, the economy is suffering and there is never enough money to fix things. Once beautiful parks run down; No money to maintain them. Many on hard times...It is heart breaking.
Although I was only in Manila three weeks, I saw so much and learned a few things, too. Things I would never had imagined or realized before; Absolutely eye opening. I learned a lot, met so many people AND experienced my first EARTHQUAKE...
One evening, after a rather warm day I decided I would have a SAN MIGUEL Beer. I had been introduced to this beer years before in Spain. Clear around the world(In Spain) I found myself drinking a beer, brewed in the Philippines. Never did I think that many years later I would actually be in the Philippines drinking the same beer...AGAIN!
I guess I had gotten use to TWIST off tops in the U.S. and I found myself trying to twist the top, with NO good results. Suddenly, I found myself shaking...Why was I shaking? I felt fine , but I was shaking...
Good Grief! I suddenly realized it was not me shaking, but the entire building...Oh Boy! They were having an earthquake; I was having an earthquake. In exiting the room I remembered the signs on the elevators; In case of earthquake DON'T use the elevator. The guy next door had only one leg and I ask him how he was going to get down. He told me he didn't think he could make it down 10 flights of stairs and was taking the elevator and hope to heck it made it...It did, and we all spent most of the rest of the night downstairs in the lobby. Now I know I don't care for earthquakes...AND that San Miguel requires a bottle opener...It was a trip I will never forget...A lot of good memories...
Now in this moment, I just want to drink my coffee and remember Manila and it's beautiful mornings
Down on the street. along the Bay Walk, a group of people have gathered to do their morning exercises...Tai Chi...I think! Others are taking morning strolls along the calming waters of the bay; Maybe, some left from the long night of dancing and partying that went on till early hours of the morning...
Economically speaking, as elsewhere, some have little left over but the people here are very hard working and inventive. If they don't have something, they seem to invent something else to do the job. Most of the people I have met are loving and, for the most part kind, and they share whatever they might have. Very generous and an absolute pleasure to be around.
Later in the day, we will go to the fish market, about a mile to the south. Always an endless selection of fish(all kinds), still in individual tanks, just waiting for someone to come along and make their choice. There is never a lack of fresh fish in Manila; And I love fish...
About three blocks in the other direction is the huge ROBINSON Mall. This place is several stories high and has about anything you can want, and prices here(compared to the U.S) are quite cheap. There is even a KFC and Dunkin Donuts, for anyone who might be homesick.
Everywhere, there is armed security; Our hotel had armed Guards. In such a large city and so many people coming and going, businesses take no chances. Before entering, even the Mall, everyone is checked by the police, but they are nice about it, and much more polite than what I have experienced back home in the U.S..
Before I went to the Philippines I was told that people there might not like Americans anymore. I found out that was not the case. Like most working class peoples, we find out the problem(and dislikes) are usually the governments and politics. Politicians create problems. The rest of us just try to make a living and get by.
Later in the day, the traffic is unbelievable. Almost nobody drives in Manila(It seemed), except the Taxi and Jeepney drivers. How they keep from constantly being in a wreck is beyond me. They drive fast; They stop fast; and seldom did I see a vehicle with a dent in it. It seems they are constantly working on their vehicles, shining and polishing them, to make them look more appealing. They are good drivers, and cheap...
Manila is a beautiful city, but there, like so many cities, the economy is suffering and there is never enough money to fix things. Once beautiful parks run down; No money to maintain them. Many on hard times...It is heart breaking.
Although I was only in Manila three weeks, I saw so much and learned a few things, too. Things I would never had imagined or realized before; Absolutely eye opening. I learned a lot, met so many people AND experienced my first EARTHQUAKE...
One evening, after a rather warm day I decided I would have a SAN MIGUEL Beer. I had been introduced to this beer years before in Spain. Clear around the world(In Spain) I found myself drinking a beer, brewed in the Philippines. Never did I think that many years later I would actually be in the Philippines drinking the same beer...AGAIN!
I guess I had gotten use to TWIST off tops in the U.S. and I found myself trying to twist the top, with NO good results. Suddenly, I found myself shaking...Why was I shaking? I felt fine , but I was shaking...
Good Grief! I suddenly realized it was not me shaking, but the entire building...Oh Boy! They were having an earthquake; I was having an earthquake. In exiting the room I remembered the signs on the elevators; In case of earthquake DON'T use the elevator. The guy next door had only one leg and I ask him how he was going to get down. He told me he didn't think he could make it down 10 flights of stairs and was taking the elevator and hope to heck it made it...It did, and we all spent most of the rest of the night downstairs in the lobby. Now I know I don't care for earthquakes...AND that San Miguel requires a bottle opener...It was a trip I will never forget...A lot of good memories...
Now in this moment, I just want to drink my coffee and remember Manila and it's beautiful mornings
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