Ok - my last weeks on the Philippines saw me run like a hound from hell away from the seed. This first plopped me in the countries capital Manila via an entertaining plane flight which included a pub quiz...... Genius! The steward read out a famous line from a film and the first one to raise there hand (on a boeing 737) won a free bag! Mr. Kostalopididocus at easyjet has a lot to learn..... In Manila I gave my local chum a ring who took me to ..... bars of seed..... Is there no escape?! We did however pay a visit to a bar called the Hobbit House where the bar staff, waiters and even the bouncers are..... midgets! I couldn't decide if it was cruel or hilarious (Ok it was funny!) but decided the little fellas could fend for themselves when one took me to the black ball at pool - and he was playing with the cue raised above his head! I nearly slipped a disc shaking his hand at the end..... Anyway - 'Enough tomfoolery!' I cried and ran to the hills. It was back to nature with walks in the mountains - early nights, early mornings, crawling through underground caves, swimming in waterfalls. Dream. The only unwholesome incident of note was when my next door neighbour in the hotel invited me into his room for a funny cigarette at 8am. Bit too early for me - was the polite English excuse, at which point the chap started quizzing me on my consumption and knowledge of narcotics. He had a manic stare, a jumpy manner and as it turned out - no job any more due to reasons I could have a fair stab at - he was a hatter! After I had denied all knowledge of ever taken, heroin, scizmo, and joobado phet (and all other manner of street names - much to his disappointment) I said I had to go and see a man about a wife, and fled. Cue me creeping around the hotel for 2 days in FBI fashion in case I saw him again. I even had to run past him under the level of a window to get to my room - widest of all berths. After a week of wholesomeness then I returned to Manila - for another night on the tiles and left Philippines in a fitting manner. Hungover. I spent three weeks figuring out if I like the Philippines - and when it came to leaving the place, I decided at the airport that I rather did - and even felt sad to leave...... Not a quote the filipino tourism association will be dashing to use, but a thumbs up anyway. Of sorts. On to Hong Kong