Part 95: Typhoon Glenda.... Way back in March when I was travelling Vietnam, some of you who have been reading my blog, may recall I randomly met an Australian guy who was constructing a brand new backpacker hostel in Mui Ne. And at the time he offered me a job in the summer when it was due to open. Several months had passed and I'd all but given up hope of this ever happening, especially since he had not replied to any of my emails for a few weeks. Then right ...

Part 84: Dampa... When I arrived back in Manila fresh from my Thailand adventure, it was heading into peak summer time here, and a whole lot hotter than it was before I left. The humidity was suffocating at times, and the streets were just as vibrant and congested as they always were; plus It was great to see my friends again. Some people would consider me crazy, but I loved the hustle and bustle of Manila. There is nowhere quite like it in my view. In fact e...

Part 78: Street party.... It wasn't till I got back to Manila that I realised just how worn out and drained I was from Vietnam. As much as I absolutely loved the whole experience, it certainly took it out of me - I was on the go non stop. That's exactly why coming back to Manila is so important, giving me that base to recoup before heading off again to my next destination. So for a few days it really was catching up on sleep and laying low. Which ironically...

Part 47: Destination ?....... I contacted my insurance company in regards to a claim and they instructed me to obtain a police report. The district where my wallet was stolen, rather conveniently had a tiny police depot close to me. Since I had nothing to lose, I chose to pay them a visit and see if I could get one. Although slightly weary with thoughts of bribery and corruption stories in the back of my mind. It was more like a small wooden hut than a polic...

Part 45: Decisions..... I felt I deserved a bit of a break from the training for a while, my body most certainly needed rest. A few more Filipino massages, and days by the pool helped with that! My Filipino friend organized a few trips for me over the next coming days. The first one was to one of central Manila's most famous outdoor markets, named Quiapo. We rode a jeepney and crowded MRT train there from Paranaque city on a Saturday afternoon, and when we ...