Sure I was taken back by a pack of wandering street kids no older than 12, one was dirty faced and in full strut. He was dressed in a shiney gold swim suite. Regardless, I let my sholders hang, grabbed a warm beer and found a solid wall to rest my back against as I observed my surroundings. It took no longer than 5 minutes of eyeing me up, a group of middle aged men shoutted from across the narrow street, "Hey! What the hell you doing here?".. I pretended like I didn't here. Obviously they knew I did. The smallest one got up and approached me. Next thing I knew he was shaking my hand and inviting me to join them for a late night snack, roasted duck in vinger and chili. It was awesome. I later found out they were cops. I guess after 15-16 beer they like to give tourists a hard time. The next day they escorted me on motorbike through customs and got me on my way to Siargao, part one of my journey. My surfing destination.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
The COPS in Manila
Sure I was taken back by a pack of wandering street kids no older than 12, one was dirty faced and in full strut. He was dressed in a shiney gold swim suite. Regardless, I let my sholders hang, grabbed a warm beer and found a solid wall to rest my back against as I observed my surroundings. It took no longer than 5 minutes of eyeing me up, a group of middle aged men shoutted from across the narrow street, "Hey! What the hell you doing here?".. I pretended like I didn't here. Obviously they knew I did. The smallest one got up and approached me. Next thing I knew he was shaking my hand and inviting me to join them for a late night snack, roasted duck in vinger and chili. It was awesome. I later found out they were cops. I guess after 15-16 beer they like to give tourists a hard time. The next day they escorted me on motorbike through customs and got me on my way to Siargao, part one of my journey. My surfing destination.
