this morning i suddenly remembered manila. fresh off the plane, i rolled laughing into the streets and piled myself into the back of a random jeepney plying some random (but fixed) route, and you almost laid an egg in panic over where we might possibly land up. i forgot to stop by a money changer before this, and we had nothing but sing dollars and a smile to pay the driver - after we were the last to get off. 

out of sheer optimism and luck, we found our way to the hotel (narrowly missed getting mugged and slain in the slums, but dont think that would have been an ideal tourist experience anyways). the next day we ate the best doughnuts and were deafened at the best street rock festival in our lives. 

bird: i’m sorry for being a horrible navigator in more ways than one, and the people i ride with now will tell you that that never changed. thanks for being my most stoic rescuer, i dont think a girl could ever have or deserve better.