(notes from a medium-sized archipelago)
The plane descends thru a brown cloud of chemical pollution. As it touches down, there is a spontaneous cheer & a round of applause from the Filipinos among my fellow passengers in Economy: its the very welcome end of a very long haul flight & for the Filipinos a return home.
Stepping out of the air-conditioned airport, the heat & humidity hit me with physical force. Its like a Turkish Bath or the hothouse at the Botanic Gardens. I have arrived in the Tropics. Its my first time ever in the Torrid Zone. Coming from a British winter as I have, a shock to the system to say the least. Even the local policemen wear towels round their necks to wipe away the sweat.
From the air Id seen the immensity of Metro Manila spread out beneath, with its shanty town shacks next to skyscrapers the stark divide between rich & poor. Down on the ground, I sit in a taxi for hours getting some frustrating, first-hand experience of gridlock...
Got the 'Humph'at Casa Blanca,
Old Spanish Colonial Quarter
of Intramuros, Manila
Sunset, sitting on the wall by Manila Bay,
[text will follow as incentive leads....]
'dock of the bay'
|"It had long been acknowledged that there was a difference between
Filipino & European psychology, in terms of social structures. Filipino psychology put
a greater emphasis on the collective, whereas European psychology put a greater emphasis
on the individual. Conveniently highlighting the difference, in the English language 'lonely' & 'unhappy' were two separate words."
(Alex Garland, 'The Tesseract')
a Boy in the Boondocks