Last night my flight got in at midnight, and it was 85 degrees. Erk. Luckily, Rick (my coworker who lives in China) was waiting for me, so I didn't have to figure out the whole driving thing. On the deembarkation forms I had to fill out, it had several warnings about child sex tourism and trafficking. Sobering. Got to my hotel room at 1:30 am and slept like one can sleep who has been up 28 hours.
Did I mention it's hot? And humid? My plug adaptors seem to be the wrong kind, and I tried just plugging my hairdryer right into the wall, which was met with sparks and smoke. What this means is that my hair is going to look like an 80s hair band. Really. Tara, you understand.
So far, the Filipino people are so welcoming. The Filipino culture seems much more Americanized to me (due to our occupation), and of all the offices I work with (26), I have the least miscommunication with them. It seems to me, based on my limited experience, like Hawaii. Men wearing tropical shirts, palm trees, ridiculous humidity, and an accent that sounds very Hawaiian to me.
Today I will go into our country office here and do the meet and greet thing. Then lunch. Then fly to Cebu. I found out I will be visiting the community of Lorega while here. Mike, this is the community I told you about where they live in the cemetery. Rick says it's about the worst place he's ever been. (I'll be safe, mom.) But so far, where I've been in Manila looks the most modern of any city in the developing world I've been to, except for Bangalore (the "Silicon Valley" of India), which doesn't really count.
My computer is now out of power, so I'll hopefully be able to steal Rick's power and recharge at some point!