Chris was giving me a neck massage.
Frank was holding court, telling stories.
'I've been here since May,' he says, sipping on his three in one coffee, served in a little thin plastic cup. Chris' wife is chain-smoking cigarettes she sells.
'That cunt Vanya Vetto,' continued Frank....
Pause for a moment.
'He's more like an ankle,' said Kumar, who seemed as comfortable in a pampered island immigration office, as he was sitting on a concrete seat down at Manila Bay among the lost and almost departed, 'two feet under a cunt.'
Even Chris paused massaging Stan and took a sip of his coffee and lit up a smoke.
It was nearing midnight, and the promenade was busy with night owls walking up and down Manila Bay, stopping for snacks, a coffee or even a massage.
This was the pulse of Manila.
The wind came off the bay and cooled down the night.
It smelt like respite.
'It's my home,' said Chris. He was just damn happy that we'd even bother to visit him this time of the night. 'And you are all welcome.'
Frank was holding court, telling stories.
'I've been here since May,' he says, sipping on his three in one coffee, served in a little thin plastic cup. Chris' wife is chain-smoking cigarettes she sells.
'That cunt Vanya Vetto,' continued Frank....
Pause for a moment.
'He's more like an ankle,' said Kumar, who seemed as comfortable in a pampered island immigration office, as he was sitting on a concrete seat down at Manila Bay among the lost and almost departed, 'two feet under a cunt.'
Even Chris paused massaging Stan and took a sip of his coffee and lit up a smoke.
It was nearing midnight, and the promenade was busy with night owls walking up and down Manila Bay, stopping for snacks, a coffee or even a massage.
This was the pulse of Manila.
The wind came off the bay and cooled down the night.
It smelt like respite.
'It's my home,' said Chris. He was just damn happy that we'd even bother to visit him this time of the night. 'And you are all welcome.'
