5 philippines

Sunday night - early Monday am

The flight into Zambo went smooth, short ride but we arrived late. Zambo's airport is small and no frills, no huge mobs. Walking in we did pass through on both sides cab and trike drivers vying for passenegers. Hey need a ride, over here....

We grabbed our bags and hurried past the gate, past security and into the scene of the dimply lit night. We were in Zambo. Edgar spotted us grabbed our bags and brought us to Ruth. No big greeting quick hug and into the trikes we went. Edgar and Walt in one trike, Ruth, Thata and I in another.

Walt got in and laughed his way to the hotel. Manila's traffic is bad but Zambo's traffic can be disscribed as a car rodeo, a Figure 8 race at Painesville Speedway. Don't stop or slow down you will get run over keep moving and who needs to pass you will and it don't matter what side of the street you are on.

We got to Astoria Hotel signed in, unloaded a few things and then went next door for supper at the Abalone. Eeverything was so good. Clam soup, chop suey, pancit and sweet n sour pork but much different then in the US. Poor Walt you should of seen his face, he ordered king crab but again so different than in the US. Walt didn't know what to do with it. It wasn't just crab legs but the whole big crab, guts and all. He ate what he could, the rest he left.

After supper we went up to the room and given instructions do not go out its dangerous. So after they and after more unpacking about 1 am we took a short walk through the deserted streets. What an eery experience. During the day close to mayhem, at night few vehicles speedby, stray dogs and small goups or individuals hanging out or sleeping on the sidewalk, some selling cigarettes. Smarter thoughts prevailed and we went back up.