In Manila

As soon as I stepped off the plane into Ninoy Aquino International Airport, I was stopped by the crowd milling around an immigration counter which had run out of copies of the standard airport immigration forms. The week before Christmas. Yet another of those “only in the Philippines” moments. I eventually got through immigration, baggage, and customs via some kind cajoling of airport personnel. After a long taxi ride home, I got wind from the ex-GF that my fellow Guidon edboard colleagues were meeting up in Makati, so I hopped over there in another taxi to join them for Italian food at Greenbelt 2. Now I’m back home. And very tired. Must rest now.