The seas were heaving and so was my stomach. I really shouldn’t have had that cheese omelet for breakfast. Still, there wasn’t much else I could do about it now, nor was there much else I could complain about. Straight ahead I could see the cloud-hazy bulk of Apo Island, and beneath it I could...
At 5:15 am, bats are feasting on tropical fruit in the trees above. It’s dark, but Manila’s congested streets are well-and-truly awake. My destination is just north of suburbia, but in a city where a competent jogger can out-run the traffic, that means a three hour journey. A local church...