Philippines

Walking into the Philippines was like walking into the hot pools at Rotorua.
I say Rotorua because to me it smelt like I was there.
We arrived 2hours late due to technical difficulties in Brunei. The
emergency lights were not working, The whole plane watched our bags
being loaded, then we all watched as they unloaded half of them again
before they let us know what was going on.
Malou's Mum, Grandma, and niece met us at the airport. What little I
did see of Manila was overwhelming, beautiful, crowded, dirty.
I have been meeting lots of Malous family, the house is constantly
full of aunties and cousins.
two of Malous Aunties took me to ballroom dancing last night. The
dance was on a basketball court. The people we went with had a little
girl of about 3years old, she was very chatty once she decided that I
was her friend, though I have no idea what she was telling me about
because I she couldn't speak or understand English and I can can't
speak or understand her dialect.