lost in translation (PI version)

except I’m not a movie star actor superstar and I don’t have a hot chick to hang with. Sad.

anyway, here’s one account of what you can expect if you go to the P.I.

After an exhausting conversation with Dingdong and Nonok (sorry no picture) on how to get back to makati from wherever the hell I was at, I decided to jump on the jeepney and find it myself. After being barked at and almost attacked by stray dogs and followed by beggars, I realized breaking out my blackberry and counting my money may not have been the best idea I had all day. I still have no idea why the dogs singled me out among all the people around. Maybe because I just came from eating the most awesome bbq chicken (Inasal…but the taste of that chicken is another story). This is the first of 4 jeepneys that I rode. I ended up getting more lost and just finally paid a taxi driver to get me back to makati. So much for my geographic knowledge of the Philippines. If you’re ever lost in the PI, please don’t ask me for directions. I’m as lost as you are.