Arriving in Manila
Once I walked out of the airport, past the taxi touts and into the humid, tropical air of the parking lot, where family members were waiting to reunite, I got a familiar feeling: I’m back in the Philippines! This was my fourth visit – really I should say three because back on my long SE Asia trip I spent 1.5 months there with a two week Christmas gap (in Germany). On previous visits around the country, I’d been to Manila several more times, and it was like a reunion of sorts. This trip I got to spend it with my co-teachers from Hangzhou. On the plane I’d met two Filipinas who teach in China. They were bringing bundles of gifts back to their families for the holidays, and since I wasn’t checking a bag I agreed to let them use my luggage allowance. I know that sounds sketchy, but at least I did see them open the suitcase and rearrange things – again, mostly just gifts. To show her appreciation one of the women offered to give me a ride to my hotel. Her brother and his fami...