In the early morning hours of December the 21st we vacated our room on the seventh floor of the Eurotel and made for a bus station, somewhere in the sprawls of Manila. We boarded the Philippino equivalent of a Greyhound (quite a luxurious mode of transport for the country) and under the overly-powerful air conditioning set off into the night. Krista and I managed to grab the foremost of the seat and had a large window with which to observe the coming country. However, it was night. The downside of nighttime travel is, of course, that you cannot see anything. So, after an hour, I fell asleep with my hod bobbing helplessly to and fro. The scene I awoke to was quite picturesque and did justice to the preconception I had of what my initial glimpse
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