Manila, in a lot of ways, is my kind of place. There’s an old-West quality to the streets there: a certain duskiness, the widespread edificial lean of a building code either absent or ignored, and a low-slung sense of vigilantism – guns carried and cigarettes smoked wherever you please. That is to say, it’s a…
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After much hullabaloo with tennis rackets and airport security, we made it to Cebu. While in Manila, we had heard from out friend Cat that Cebu was a beautiful place with beaches and islands that people tended to travel to when visiting the Philippines. At this point we were kind of winging it, so Cat’s…
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