We woke up and packed our bag, for some reason I had felt it extremely necessary to completely unpack my bag and throw my clothes around... So it took a little while to gather my garms and products.

We made our way to the restaurant that we had our first ever meal in Bangkok in all those years ago as little 18 year olds. I had a lovely museli, yogurt and fruit, Nomnom. We then collected our belongings and made our way down in to the train station, armed with our map and knowledge of which stations we needed, to get a much less stressful train to the airport.

Once there, we had the usual check in procedure, the queue was the longest I have ever been in I think though, but that's fine, I had me pal with me. Then we had a very standard flight, got a lovely dinner of chicken, tatties and veg in a creamy sauce though. Winner winner chicken dinner.

Arriving in Manila was strange, the airport is tiny and within minutes you are through passport control and at the bag collection place. Bags took ages to come, but once they were there, 10 steps out the door and you're at the taxi rank. It took us around 2 hours queueing to get a metered taxi, but it was well worth it, costing us only 230 peso instead of 1100 that the airport taxis were trying charge. No thank you. In the queue we queued up wrong by accident, an a very smug Englishman let me know, then when I apologised and made my way to the back ( the queue was in a weird s shape, many people made the same mistake). Some a******* then felt it necessary to make a snide remark, to which I gave him the death stare that my mother taught me so well. He didn't look at me again.

I made friend with a Filipino guy in the queue, he was nice. I also made friends with the guy who ran the taxi rank.

Once we arrived at the hostel we found it easily, although I could see how people would have trouble? You have to go up the stairs as if you are going in to the shop, but instead go down a corridor down the side and up to the 4th floor.

We got shown to our room, I liked the curtain partitions a lot. We wanted some food, so went to the bazaar opposite which was pretty good, drag entertainment with singers and Greek food. We met a guy called David who is from England but lived in oz for 18 months and had a few drinks with him until we realised the time and made our way back across the road to the hostel.

Oh and we met a Filipino guy named Joseph who was so lovely, his nephew plays for the Welsh rugby team. He was so camp but so warm and friendly. I liked him a lot.