Vibrant.

That was not the adjective I thought I would use to describe the Philippines. I’m not sure I could have put a word to it before our visit; it was mostly feelings of discomfort – because of the unknown – and fear – because of the reports of kidnapping.

We loved it! Philippine Airlines provided us a voucher for a hotel room (they called it a wash up visit) and transfers to and from the hotel.

We walked the blocks around the hotel looking for an ATM. It was bright, colorful, and noisy. Spencer said it reminded him of Bolivia. We attracted lots of attention, especially from tour guides and cab drivers.

We found a cab driver named Robert who we were very thankful for. We told him we wanted to see the temple and showed him the picture and address we had printed out. Originally we just wanted him to drop us off at the temple. He explained that the temple is in a wealthier part of town, and that it would be hard to find an unoccupied taxi. (He was correct.)


Robert took us to the temple, waited for us, and then took us the Mall of Asia. Michenna received lots of stares; one little boy actually walked into a sign because he was looking at her.



We wandered around the mall for 2 hours, covering perhaps one-fourth of it. Robert picked us up and took us back to the hotel so we could catch our transfer back to the airport.

Tomorrow: Sydney, day 1