Manila, it's been real. I swear I'll call...

So the Philippines part of my journey is nearing a conclusion. The sights, people, adventures, and smells will all be a ghost of the past. Actually, the smells will haunt me for years to come. Everytime I smell Pepto I'll think of you, manila meat and fish market in the humid 90 degree weather. Everytime there is a 2 for 1 sale on deodorant I will purchase that extra stick of freshness while thinking of you, homeless psycho who went on a purposeless tirade through the 7 eleven and had to be forcefully escorted out. Whenever I hear the word "sir" "boss" or "friend" I will think of you, entire nation consistently trying to sell me worthless shit that no possible person in this world could ever NEED.

So much to recall that it is nearly impossible. Luckily, between me, rom, and stew we had 7 devices (excessive? Definitely) to record our voyage. As we speak stew is hard at work in the lab on final cut making a travel vid to remember. He says, based on the raw footage, it has a chance to make Sundance.

On our last morning here all of the Chinese tourists we befriended in the various casinos decided to throw us a surprise going away instant coffee party. I wore my finest, aka only, clean shirt and Rom rocked his Lake show throwback. He kept it real until the very end. They all told me I could stay with them in Hong Kong but I gratefully refused because I can only handle so much living room karaoke.

I meet APM at 5am tomorrow and we will begin the HK adventure.

'Till then I bid you good 'morrow

O

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