The walk was like no other. None of them are ever the same.
Street kids ran to the corner of a busy road.
A local was handing out fried chicken from the back of his boot.
I continued the walk.
I avoided the Viagra tout. I continued avoiding the crazy Jeepney racing by at the speed of lightning. Man, there's been a few close shaves.
I'm on the main drag near Manila Bay. Cars are cutting a bit too close.
A group of well groomed and dressed westerners look at the lone wolf on his walking quest for street life.
'Loser,' says one.
I'm on a mission. I don't hunt in packs.
Where's the fun in that?
I avoid the butchers down at Manila Bay and suck up the sunset.
I'm walking back now, a few loonies are trying to get my attention. I know where that will lead so I ignore them.
I'm walking with my new teeth.
They might not be on a leash, but boy can they smile.
My GPRS walking app is lying. I'm sure I did about four clicks.
The knee is holding up.
I'm sweating like an old sow.
This feels right.
Walking, it's where I roam the path less trodden by.
I like the fear factor, the rabid dogs, the thieves, the dirt poor and the maniac drivers.
Smells like victory.
You may snicker, but Apocalypse Now was filmed about 120 kilometers north of here.
I'm just continuing the tradition, that's all.
