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Getting around Manila

PHILIPPINES | Saturday, 28 February 2009 | Views [931]

From our hotel room 2

From our hotel room 2

No one I have talked to seems to like Manila much. “Big polluted city”, “The most dangerous city in Asia” , “Just get straight out of Manila, it's hideous” etc etc. I assumed the worst, but do you know, I actually quite like it! When you have Bombay circa 1999 as a benchmark, any other city seems fine in comparison.

Hunger woke us up early on our first morning and after breakfast, we grabbed a map from the concierge desk and worked out where the MRT station was, then went out into the sticky heat. Even though there is no way we could ever blend in here, I try to dress similarly to the locals wherever we are. I got it wrong this time. It's hot and sticky and we'd be wandering round the city so I went for a cotton skirt and shirt. Every single Philippine woman we passed on the way to the station was dressed in jeans, flipflops and a t-shirt. Haven't got too many of those items in my backpack...

I have never had my bag searched before getting on public transport before.... David thought the female security guard fancied him when she patted his lower back. I had to spoil it and point out that she was checking for concealed weapons. We lined up for a train ticket (10 pesos each – about 14p) and found the platform for the train to Taft Avenue. So easy compared with the Tokyo subway. There was an armed security guard on the platform who eyed us with curiosity. In fact, everyone looked at us. Not in a threatening way, but in a “what are they doing there” kind of way. We didn't actually see any other westerners on any of the trains we took that day, but are used to that.

We took another LRT to Central Station. In Tokyo there are always nice shiny maps pointing out places on interest. We hoped there would be something similar in Manila as we didn't know where to go once we got to the station, but all we found was a doughnut stand and a pawn shop. We ignored the shouts of a waiting rickshaw driver and asked directions from one of the armed policeman sitting at a desk

“Go straight”
So we went straight.
Sort of.
This included running across roads, ducking under street stall canopies and cutting through parks and then heading into the grand looking post office for directions.

At the entrance to the post office there was a table of ladies manning a desk with a sign saying “deposit your firearms here” and we asked them for directions to an area called Intramuros.

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