Walking the streets of Manila is an adrenaline rush all within itself.

I carry my wallet.

I've not been robbed. Been trailed a few times.

Don't carry a coffee in one hand, it limits your ability to protect your bag and valuables.

Two young boys were playing chess on the streets outside a little mobile shop attached to a BMX.

Wow, I said, you can play chess and took a few photos.

Then a dog appeared from under the sidecar.

It was a big dog.

It barked.

It barked some more and charged at me.

The fucker.

Rabbies here we come I think, as I put my bag between me and those vicious teeth that were only centimetres away from biting me. I was waiting for the dog to twist and go for my ankle. The last thing I needed was another injury.

The owner of the shop was quick to take control of the situation. She got the dog under control.

I won't be stopping there for a 12 peso coffee. I made an executive decision there and then.

Further down the road on Manilla Bay, a black Labrador on a leash sits quietly next to a back entrance of a big hotel.

'It sniffs for explosives,' says the guard.

It sniffs for explosives. They are serious here in Manila.

I didn't bother asking who would be bringing in explosives to a five-star hotel.

I've been in Asia long enough not to ask such dumb questions.




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