From the outside, Jeepneys are easily the coolest form of public transportation in the world. Each is unique and has its name (usually something religious) painted above the windshield. Shiny, colorful and flamboyant, if there were a Jeepney Transformer, it'd be a feisty drag queen robot named Yolanda Q.
Inside the Jeepneys is another story. It feels like you're being shipped off to a concentration camp. You sit inside a dark, cramped space while choking on thick exhaust fumes. But for 15 cents a ride, one must be willing to give up certain luxuries, like being able to sit fully upright or not having a large woman mingling her arm sweat with yours.
As I was advised that Manila streets were extremely unsafe, I unfortunately saw much of city life through the windows of our van as we were shuttled from hotel to restaurant to bar to underground martial arts tournament where combatants fight to the death to etc.
I'm pretty bummed about my Manila pics. My not being able to really roam the city plus the frequently crappy weather really made it difficult to find anything photo-worthy during the four days I was there. I couldn't even get a decent shot of Manila's famous sunsets. Most disappointing of all, I couldn't find a single fricking balut.
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