|Sorry Jeepneys, will use you the next time around. :)|
OK, avoiding jeepneys since I didn't know the routes, I took the first taxi, hopefully thinking he'd bring me to Manila bay. I was wrong.
He brought me to the wrong destination. He brought me to Ocean Park Manila Bay instead. I thought of entering but the tickets were a tad too expensive for my limited budget. So I took another taxi to my preferred destination. Pfft! ( I wonder what info I've given wrongly to the previous driver? Language barrier was one of the problems, I guess. Le sigh)
At least the second driver brought me to the correct destination. Welcome to the not-so-happening Manila Bay! And so I thought.
|The quiet, peaceful bay of Manila. I actually expected hordes of people on a weekend like this day.|
Maybe it's because it was the middle of the month and everyone preferred to stay at home? Good for me, then. :)
Maybe they went to another bay? I'm getting confused here. Hahahaha. I went to find a place to sit and buried myself behind a book. Some locals who sat beside me tried to start a conversation with me but it was in Tagalog. I didn't understand a word! Haha. Later they told me I look like a local and didn't expect that I was a foreigner. Awww.
I headed back through a shopping mall called SM Shopping Mall and chanced upon a marching drummers' band on the way.
It was getting dark and I hailed a taxi after watching the marching boys' performance end. When I got into the taxi, I was greeted with a smiling guy who talked a lot. Guys who always plays with their hair kinda annoyed me and this is what this guy kept doing. Haha.
|The almost empty roads of Manila Bay.|
|Rays of sun starting to glow orangey red in the sky and onto the buildings around us.|
|And the sun finally went down. I saw ships in the distance.|
|It was captivating to watch them dance and beat up some music.|
Besides that he asked a lot of personal questions which I'd love to avoid. I even made up a story that I was going to wed soon. He asked with whom, and I answered with my Indonesian boyfriend. (It suddenly came up! His question caught me off guard!) The most funny part of the conversation was him saying that Indonesians won't make good husbands. It's far better to find a Filipino guy. And he gave me reasons why.
You say WHAT? HAHAHA.
I didn't dare to ask him who he was referring to. Tried to change the topic a couple of times but it always went back to my "pretend" boyfriend. Aduhh! To make things worst, he knew I was flying back to Malaysia tomorrow and insisted (and I mean it, he INSISTED) to take me to Clark. I told him I had no money and can only afford to go the nearest bus station which was a jeepney away. He insisted to send me there no matter how short the distance.
Ok fine. I kinda lost my will power to argue further. So the next day, right after I checked out my hostel room, he was already waiting for me outside (15 minutes earlier than the time I initially set). There was no way to escape him. LOL. He got mad when I didn't remember his name (oppss!) since he remembered mine but was kind enough to send me to some place so that I can shop for souvenirs before boarding the bus. Hehe. For no extra charge.
As I get off from the taxi his parting words were, "Remember my name? Don't you ever forget me". I just nodded.
Until today I still had difficulties remembering his name. Maybe it was Castro? =P
~end of Manila trip ~