Everybody! Pose like a Chinese schoolgirl! |
01/27:
My thoughts (especially those I deem worth writing) have slowed. Is this a sign of relaxation? A shift in mindset due to current state and prospective jobs? Or an indication of having processed my anxieties to a point of acceptance?
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I pass-out to power ballads blasting on a bus between Clark and Manila. When I wake, it's to a dingy city covered in filth, billboards, box buildings, and few green things. During our brief walk to get bi-bim-bop, our senses are assaulted by honking cars, neon, whispering drug dealers, and self-advertising prostitutes.
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01/28:
Street vendors and hustlers walk the aisles of our bus as we slowly drift through Manila traffic with the coach door open.
Children wearing only underwear sit on our fast-craft pontoon and beg while the sun beats on their tanned skin.
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Thin beaches. Coves with bangkas. Perfect sunsets. Drunken admissions and mosquito net riggings.