It was a wonderful week off.
But Frank had to get back to Manila Bay.
Two flights later on Air Asia, he was now floating around Manila Bay.
It's really not that. You put on your swimwear and just float on your back.
There's nothing mystifying about it.
If you don't piss anyone off, you don't float down at Manila Bay.
'It's more a gentle swim.'
Frank had floated around the Port of Acco Polco.
The water was filthy and busy with cruise ships and speedboats. Frank would look on shore at the glittering lights and get wrapped up in the warm night.
'Newsflash,' said Chris.
'Sorry, I was just reminiscing.'
The two-story cafe was nearly finished.
Chri's wife and her daughter would have comfort now, and a business and a place to sleep.
'The solar comes on today,' said Frank, 'then we open for business tonight.'
It was amazing what you could achieve in one week if you flashed hard cash around.
Chris was a loyal friend and if anyone deserved a break, it was him and his wife and six-year-old daughter.
'It's even typhoon-proof,' said Frank, who looked the two-story building, ' it won't flood either, it's a self-sealing building.'
It was Manila Bay's showpiece. Even the politicians applauded Frank for his philanthropy and beautification of the waterfront.
Frank had vouched to build another ten of these buildings and the Philippine Tourist Board had made him an honorary member on their board.
Frank the Floater, was becoming very buoyant.
'Sink or swim is my motto.'
Six months down at Manila Bay with the flotsam and jetsam of Manila's poor had taught him one thing, go eye to eye with adversity. The first one to blink loses and the winner takes all. Time, he had lots of it on his hand and patience.
'Double expresso babe,' he asked the hot lady behind the coffee machine.
Ahhh, that had to be Fat Ho.
But Frank had to get back to Manila Bay.
Two flights later on Air Asia, he was now floating around Manila Bay.
It's really not that. You put on your swimwear and just float on your back.
There's nothing mystifying about it.
If you don't piss anyone off, you don't float down at Manila Bay.
'It's more a gentle swim.'
Frank had floated around the Port of Acco Polco.
The water was filthy and busy with cruise ships and speedboats. Frank would look on shore at the glittering lights and get wrapped up in the warm night.
'Newsflash,' said Chris.
'Sorry, I was just reminiscing.'
The two-story cafe was nearly finished.
Chri's wife and her daughter would have comfort now, and a business and a place to sleep.
'The solar comes on today,' said Frank, 'then we open for business tonight.'
It was amazing what you could achieve in one week if you flashed hard cash around.
Chris was a loyal friend and if anyone deserved a break, it was him and his wife and six-year-old daughter.
'It's even typhoon-proof,' said Frank, who looked the two-story building, ' it won't flood either, it's a self-sealing building.'
It was Manila Bay's showpiece. Even the politicians applauded Frank for his philanthropy and beautification of the waterfront.
Frank had vouched to build another ten of these buildings and the Philippine Tourist Board had made him an honorary member on their board.
Frank the Floater, was becoming very buoyant.
'Sink or swim is my motto.'
Six months down at Manila Bay with the flotsam and jetsam of Manila's poor had taught him one thing, go eye to eye with adversity. The first one to blink loses and the winner takes all. Time, he had lots of it on his hand and patience.
'Double expresso babe,' he asked the hot lady behind the coffee machine.
Ahhh, that had to be Fat Ho.
