I kind of freaked a bit when I saw my seat. It was definitely engineered more for the Asian body type. Not someone 6'2". I actually asked the stewardess if I could switch to a bulkhead seat. Alas, every seat was full. At least they're efficient.
So the first leg was only 13 hours. I'm sure I slept at least 3 of those. We were chasing the sun west, but it caught up to us, rising behind us a few hours before we landed.
The next leg really did just fly by, but still no sleep. So here I am in Manila, on my own so far, as my hosts are in Peace Corp meetings. Everything is a bit surreal...in some ways it reminds me of Thailand but then again not.
When my taxi pulled up in front of the "pensione" there was a dirty, naked little boy on the sidewalk. When I left later to seek out this internet cafe, I saw that it's a mom and some kids. They seem to have some flattened cardboard for furnishings. On the sidewalk. Yikes.
I guess I'm in the right place.
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