While Edward and Chris slagged each other off, trying to get my patronage, the two of them over two days contributed to fucking up my neck.
Bang bang, pull pull, Edward smashed hard at my spine and nearly poked my feet to death with his sticks. Chris judo wrestled me until he cracked every bone in my back and neck.
I'm walking easy. Manila Bay is off my radar. Those massage guys don't know what they are doing and do more damage than good.
'They aren't qualified chiropractics.'
Jose thinks it's better I get a happy ending massage with a big titted whore.
'It would be more enjoyable and less dangerous,' he says.
It's steady eddy walking again. I always get worse after a massage, never better.
I should have learned. I was too busy helping out poor families, 'got three kids to feed,' where had I heard that before?
It was a long loop down a busy road and back up, taking videos and photos of those long jeeps.
'God Bless,' says one sign, 'Only One Virgin' says another, I'm taking a wide guess they were talking about Mary.
I'm away from the tourist district. You don't see families sleeping on the pavement. The smart ones just camp up at the water fountain.
My eyes are opening up.
Every day I'm away from Chris and Edward, I'm away from the professional humbugging.
The food is that good at Seven-11, it's where I take my meals, drinks, sweets and coffee and fruit and even rice dishes, omelettes and spicy mince.
They are safe, not targetted by insurgents and sell so many yummy goodies.
I think I'm enjoying Manila more.
Once I figured the place out, it got a bit easier.
A cheap and clean hotel run by a Korean who whispers. If he's hiding his throat cancer, he's doing a great job. The Muslim security guard says yes Sir to his boss and the receptionist is now calling me Master Vanya. I handed over the fake stone ring I bought in Sarawak - from that crook from Sumbawa - to the guard.
He wears it all the time I see him. He's from Mindanao, not far from that town that was under siege.
He's moaning about his salary. I said it was twice what they pay in Indonesia, and come on, being a security guard ain't hard work, you sit on your ass most of the time and get to carry a firearm.
He's only been here two months, supporting his two kids in the province. I tell him to hang in there.
We spend a fair bit of time looking out at the street from the hotel where the whores come and go. Being surrounded by Karaoke bars, spas and massage joints does have its benefit.
Bang bang, pull pull, Edward smashed hard at my spine and nearly poked my feet to death with his sticks. Chris judo wrestled me until he cracked every bone in my back and neck.
I'm walking easy. Manila Bay is off my radar. Those massage guys don't know what they are doing and do more damage than good.
'They aren't qualified chiropractics.'
Jose thinks it's better I get a happy ending massage with a big titted whore.
'It would be more enjoyable and less dangerous,' he says.
It's steady eddy walking again. I always get worse after a massage, never better.
I should have learned. I was too busy helping out poor families, 'got three kids to feed,' where had I heard that before?
It was a long loop down a busy road and back up, taking videos and photos of those long jeeps.
'God Bless,' says one sign, 'Only One Virgin' says another, I'm taking a wide guess they were talking about Mary.
I'm away from the tourist district. You don't see families sleeping on the pavement. The smart ones just camp up at the water fountain.
My eyes are opening up.
Every day I'm away from Chris and Edward, I'm away from the professional humbugging.
The food is that good at Seven-11, it's where I take my meals, drinks, sweets and coffee and fruit and even rice dishes, omelettes and spicy mince.
They are safe, not targetted by insurgents and sell so many yummy goodies.
I think I'm enjoying Manila more.
Once I figured the place out, it got a bit easier.
A cheap and clean hotel run by a Korean who whispers. If he's hiding his throat cancer, he's doing a great job. The Muslim security guard says yes Sir to his boss and the receptionist is now calling me Master Vanya. I handed over the fake stone ring I bought in Sarawak - from that crook from Sumbawa - to the guard.
He wears it all the time I see him. He's from Mindanao, not far from that town that was under siege.
He's moaning about his salary. I said it was twice what they pay in Indonesia, and come on, being a security guard ain't hard work, you sit on your ass most of the time and get to carry a firearm.
He's only been here two months, supporting his two kids in the province. I tell him to hang in there.
We spend a fair bit of time looking out at the street from the hotel where the whores come and go. Being surrounded by Karaoke bars, spas and massage joints does have its benefit.
