Today, we left behind the province (Palawan Island this time) and jumped on a plane to Metro Manila. Back to streets teeming with motorcycles, jeepneys, and cars, to a pace slightly exceeding island time, to a high-rise skyline somewhere in your view, to deep poverty just around the corner.
Interestingly, one sound remains constant
throughout the Philippines, whether in a city or province: roosters. You can
expect to hear roosters nearly everywhere you go, especially early in the morning. But
gone are the goats, pigs, and carabao (water buffaloes) attended by snow-white
egret birds.
I am decidedly a province type. That is the life
for me. Today, I am posting the image of a small pig napping at the foot of a
concrete step—province stuff. Good stuff. Island time.
—Mitchell Hegman
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