As early as during check-in, B and I were already listing down the places we would go to feed, and what shall comprise our feeding: lunch at fake Bob’s. Pa-a at Manukan. Dinner at Aida’s. Pecan Pie at Calea’s. Taste Station.
There was one thing we weren’t doing for sure. We were not going to see the Great Wall sandwiched between stalls selling stuffed pandas and postcards of the very thing we want to see live.
One of the most useful things to have when travelling to Hong Kong, aside from a thick wad of Hong Kong dollars and a thicker resolve to only spend on shopping that’s necessary, are reservations. Hotel or hostel, it doesn’t matter. Any warm, unoccupied place with a working shower would do.
The day after Labor Day would have been spent quietly resting at home, had not one of Manila’s most beautiful...
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