Yes, I’m still taking pictures from inside moving vehicles. Usually while being the one in control of said moving vehicle. Among my dear friends at Shrew’s place, it’s a stunt referred to as “pulling an Ivoryhut.”
Manila is known for many things. Among those are the horrendous traffic, ridiculously stressful driving, and gorgeous sunsets. Put them all together, then plop Ivoryhut in the middle of it all, and you get this.
Wonderful sunset taken from a car seat. Pretty, yes? I really couldn’t resist.
But don’t worry. Someone else was driving. Did I mention the ridiculously stressful driving here? No way I’m taking my eyes off the road for one instant, let alone take a hand off the steering wheel.
I haven’t gone that crazy. Yet.
You already know I have a special fondness for aerial shots. This recent flight did not disappoint, with some wonderful views of Asian mountaintops.
These were taken soon after taking off from Taiwan.
Then some stranger next to me started snoring something awful, so I quickly grabbed my earphones and pushed up the volume to drown out the sound. I don’t remember falling asleep, but fortunately, I woke up just in time to realize we had entered Philippine airspace.
As we flew into Manila from the north, I looked down to see this.
Wave hello to this mountain region. It’s important to remember not to scream say hello, at least not when you have music blasting in your ear, effectively disabling any ability to modulate the volume of your voice.
But I couldn’t help it. This was where I was born. Nineteen years ago. Give or take some twenty years.
Stop smirking. I can see you.
But first: are you kidding me? Have I really not posted anything in over a month?
Shameful.
Let me buy you some street ice cream to make it up to you. Choose your flavor: purple yam, coconut, mango, or cheese. Yes, I said cheese. You’ve got to try it at least once. You can get it from this guy here.
He comes by everyday, ringing his little bell. You can get your ice cream in a cone, a cup, or inside a nice, sweet roll.
Or how about some flowers? These kids will be happy to sell you some to make your car smell lovely.
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Makes me sad, though, seeing them on the street like this. I always want to buy everything they have, and then give them some ice cream and tell them to go home and play. Then I’ll send them off in modified public transportation, with no seatbelts and breathing in all the wonderful exhaust of this congested city.
Yep. This definitely ain’t Joisey no more.
