I wake to the thud of the air plane landing. Total shock, I went to sleep in Amsterdam mildly sedated. 12 hours later, I'm in the Philippines. I would be lying if I told you that I know exactly why I'm here - I don't. But what I do know is that through some random psychological process I decided that the Philippines is my destination - I can't believe I didn't think about coming here sooner. A $5 and half hour cab ride later, I'm at the hostel in Ermita. After 28 hours of traveling, time for some pampering. Hair cut, massage, nap and socializing with peeps from the hostel. Later, dinner, drinks, and some live music. Tomorrow - climbing a volcano at lake Tal.
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