The local hash house harriers on their early Saturday morning run. They were chanting one of those running rhymes that the American military favour so much. Unfortunately they had passed by the time I thought to get my kit on.
I took a taxi from my hotel to Greenbelt 3 to have lunch with Conleth and his wife. The driver had clearly mastered the art of getting the fare just right. As the meter inched every close to 100 pesos our destination remained elusively out of reach until the meter inched its way past 100 […]
Met Conleth and his wife for lunch today. We had intended to go to a restaurant called Abe, at Fort Bonifacio, on the recommendation of Abby. However there was an explosion in an apartment building there a couple of days ago and a number of roads in the area had been closed off whilst the […]