Striking Pilots!!

As I plan these trips to remote locales, I often times forget that there can be some transit pain involved. As I write this, Ms. Cupcake and I are being thrown around a bit inside an Airbus 330 in a completely typical southeast asian summer storm. Never pleasant.

There is not too much good to say about today. We were really in the middle of nowhere and, as you can imagine, to get from A to B when A is the middle of nowhere, it can take some time. We were up and out of our hotel before dawn to get to the air strip (airport is a bit generous a term) to get back to Manila. Our flight was early because we wanted no doubt that we would arrive back in Singapore tonight.

Turns out that flight wasn’t the issue. As we sat waiting, in my case very impatiently, for our flight from Manila to Philippines, we read the articles in all the papers about how 25 of the Philippine Airlines pilots recently defected (that is the word that the local papers are using) to other international carriers. Therefore, there were flights without pilots. Our already very annoying 6 hour layover became 9 hours. We ate airport dim sum (not good), airport pork buns (good), each read a book cover to cover and then finally boarded our now very bumpy flight.

From 8-4 Transit

We should be landing shortly and then straight to the hotel. It has been a long and irritating day, but tomorrow we’ll explore more of Singapore. Then, the redeye to PNG.

Where the f*** are we??? - Manila

After a gluttonous breakfast at the St. Regis this morning, we headed back to the airport to hop a flight to the Philippines so that we could hit the beach for a few days. A little more than three hours later we touched down in Manila for an overnight layover and a few hours of sightseeing.

So I'm just going to say it. Manila? Kind of a dump. Honestly, I was very surprised. I am not really sure what set my expectations of that city so out of wack, but I was very shocked at how crowded and dirty everything was. Perhaps it is the wonderful Filipinos that I know back home, or the images of lush tropical jungle I saw on the internet when researching this trip. Let's just say it is not a major tourist destination for a reason.

A spends a lot of time in Latin America for work and he was shocked at just how similar Manila is to other major Latin American cities such as Lima, El Salvador, and even Mexico City in some ways. The old Spanish influence and influx of American goods produced a "south of the border" feeling. Even Tagalog had clear Spanish influences. In both writing and speaking, it is almost like pidgin Spanish, if there was such a thing. A was shocked at how much he could understand.

For some reason, there is a golf course running through a major monument. Never saw anyone actually playing golf!

Maybe it was the jetlag, but for some reason everything in Manila seemed just a bit off to us. We had some trouble getting out the airport when we first arrived. Nobody told us we needed to save our baggage claim tickets, so somewhere between the plane and the exit to the airport they disappeared, costing us about 10 minutes at the "baggage waiver" counter obtaining paperwork that would give us permission to take our bags. Without our claim tickets, we could not leave the airport. I am happy that the airport staff is so vigilant about preventing luggage theft, but I just wanted to get out of the airport. A got so flustered that at our next stop, the ATM, he only took out about $9. Needless to say, that wasn't going to cut it, even in a developing country.

Next we popped in a cab to head over to our hotel... the Marriott, which also happened to be almost literally on the runway. It did not take long to get there. The hotel was a very standard Marriott except for one thing - the security. Now Manila has a reputation for being a pretty dangerous city. In fact, I had been making A crazy with all of my nagging about how it wouldn't be safe for us to so much as leave the airport. Despite my concerns, the security at the hotel was pretty shocking. Cars are sniffed by bomb dogs, while the trunks and undersides are checked by armed men. Once you get up the driveway, you must pass through a metal detector and have your bag searched before you can enter the building. Surveillance cameras keep a watchful eye over every nook and cranny. A began to mutter about how it was all overdone, and sure, Manila is dangerous, but nobody is going to mug us in the hotel. Then I reminded him that terrorists have a habit of blowing up Marriotts in this part of the world and it all clicked.

Me, questioning A's choice or restaurant.

We spent the rest of the day hitting the few sites with a hired car, dodging Jeepneys and horse drawn carriages (there were a lot of them and people used them like taxis!) with a pause for some dim sum in Chinatown. (Is there a city anywhere in the world that does not have a Chinatown???) Sadly nothing was walkable due to the danger in the city, where my foreign nationality makes me even more of a target. We finished the evening at a Filipino restaurant for a hearty meal of pork, while being serenaded by a Mariachi band. The guitar trio started off with Besame Mucho, which then transitioned into a medley of Twinkle Little Star, Bah Bah Black Sheep and the ABC song. It was truly a bizarre moment.

And now, it is time for bed, so that we can get up early tomorrow for our next flight, and the beach!