The Philippines is DEAD

My officemates took some foreign visitors out on a walking tour of Intramuros two weeks ago. My officemate found Carlos Celdran's blog by bloghopping. I mention that, because, well, just now I also ran into Carlos Celdran's blog. Was searching for some info about Nicotina on Roxas Blvd near DFA. Well, I found the info about Nicotina. I found the walking tour information as well. And I found something else too.

Celdran supports GMA. As he writes in his Sept 21 post, "President Gloria Macapagal Arroyo ain't so bad." As a comment to the pathetic opposition rally at Makati last Sept 21, he writes, "such is the state of a country that often mistakes sedition for democracy."

As a backgrounder, GMA cheated in the elections. Loud and clear. No doubt about that. Though she did evade an impeachment and still holds on to power today, even her supporters think she cheated. Celdran writes in his Sept 18 post (which is also a reply to another article): "Point of everything here is that many of us don’t CARE if she CHEATED. To feign moral indignation for what she did in a country where practically everyone cheats - in one way or another - is just hypocrisy. And I think were all waking up to that now."

So yes, even her supporters acknowledge she cheated. So if we all know she cheated, if we all know she abuses her power and position to gain even more power, why are we still supporting her? Why is she still there, sitting in Malacanang, mocking us all? Staunch anti-GMA columnist Conrado de Quiros writes in his Sept 22 column:

"But the biggest sector Ms Arroyo has corrupted is the public itself. The biggest thing Ms Arroyo has corrupted is the minds of the Filipinos themselves. It shows itself in the willingness of an entire people to accept a lie. No, in the willingness of an entire people to live a lie. Everybody agrees that Ms Arroyo did not win the elections. Yes, everybody, including the congressmen who voted to kill the impeachment, including the justice secretary who is determined to foment injustice and the national security adviser who is determined to sabotage this country, and including the cockroaches that infest my neighborhood. But not everybody wants to do anything about it. "Sige na lang," let's move on, say the bishops."

So, there, we all agree that GMA cheated. And we also all agree that there really is no viable alternative after GMA. Even the anti-GMA forces, united as they are in wanting GMA out, are definitely not agreeing on what to do if she does get ousted. Hold elections, some say. Install Noli, some say. Anyone but Noli, others say. See, everyone's confused, running around like headless chickens. How can you expect to muster public support with the lack of viable and acceptable alternatives?

So what we're doing is, we're just living with the lesser evil. Presuming of course, that we are wise enough to discern what is really evil from what is not.

Is this all there is to it? Settling for the lesser evil? To paraphrase a movie title, is this as good as it gets? Maybe this is just one of my dire moods. But I think with a people this hopeless and divided, this country is dead. There is no leader who can help us rise out from our hellhole. If we are willing to live with the what we think of as the lesser evil, so be it. We can't even agree on what is the lesser evil. Let us all wither and die in our little shanty, at least we have our gin and beer to keep us company while we lament our forsaken lives. We have 5-peso karaoke machines so we can sing "My Way" and stab each other to death.

I do hope someday someone proves me wrong.

P.S. - I am sick. Excuse me.

Greetings

Hmm. Antok na ako. Pero before I sleep, here goes...


...dive photos @ jojao's fotopic.

...TODA had their first game for this year's Monsoon League. Beat Ultimatum 5-4, lost to Angry Dragons 11-0.

...Knotty Don's bday: Sept 25. Happy birthday Don!

Rowing pics

September 18, 2005
2nd leg, PDBF Regatta, Manila Bay

Subjugation

I am subjugated.

And I scratch my head and wonder what has become of me. I remember the mother without a voice, whose independence she willingly gave up. "Kahit ano, bahala na ang tatay mo," sabi nya.

"How can I fall into space?" the song on the radio goes.

How can I slowly become what I dreaded to become in the first place.

I am subjugated, and right now I am a victim willingly offering myself up for slaughter. Kill yourself, kill your will, kill whoever you are to become the perfect person, the perfect wife, the perfect mother.

I am dark, and perhaps, this is what being grown up means for me.

Maalaala Mo Kaya

Life gives you bits and pieces of the truth. Sometimes you think you know a person, but really, you just know bits and pieces of them.

Not that it's bad. It's just normal.

Tonight, the TV show Maalaala Mo Kaya showcased the story of two people I know -- Louie and Emily. They're a great couple really. Louie is tall, dark and handsome, and Emily is fair and pretty. Louie is actually the president of the mountaineering club I belong to; Emily is the treasurer.

Pero dahil nanuod ako ng Maalaala Mo Kaya, marami tuloy akong nalaman na hindi ko alam dati -- pano naging sila, tumutol pala ang pamilya ni Emily kay Louie, painter pala si Louie, nag-America pala si Emily, sinundan pala ni Louie si Emily sa US, gusto pala ni Louie na tumira sa Pilipinas at hindi sa US, muntik na palang nagpakamatay si Louie. Towards the end of the episode, Emily was processing her US working visa, but Louie didn't really want to stay in the US anymore. He wanted to go back to the Philippines. According to him, he didn't really want to go to America, but he went to the US to look for Emily, and now he wants to go back. Emily was insistent on staying however. One night Louie came home drunk, and slashed his wrists. Emily was despondent, and she realized she couldn't really live without Louie. Eventually, the two characters both said that it doesn't really matter where they settle, but the important thing is that their love continue to survive. (Commercial Break here. Will they stay in the US, or go back to the Philippines? Abangan!)

In the final scene voice-over, host Charo Santos-Concio said that Louie and Emily returned to the Philippines to get married. I was expecting her to say, "and now they live in QC. Emily works in a bank, and Louie just resigned from his job". BUT (and I consider this weird), she instead says they eventually settled in Florida with their kid.

When I heard that, I thought, ummm...maybe they're referring to a different Louie-and-Emily couple. But they showed some real-life photos, and yep, that is the Louie and Emily I know. But the Louie and Emily I know don't have a kid, and they live right here in Manila.

So what gives? Maybe the TV writers thought the US-ending was better? Unless...it's a conspiracy theory. They really do have a kid, and they really are living in the US. They're just "pretending" not to. They're spies...hehehe.

Ahhh...whatever. I guess in fiction, leaving the Philippines is always the better option.

***The September 15, 2005 episode of Maalala Mo Kaya (shown on ABS-CBN Channel 2) was titled Painting. It starred Heart Evangelista as Emily, and Geoff Eigenmann as Louie.

P.S. -- Another one bites the dust. Jonathan Canchela leaves for good for Canada tomorrow.

Up Yours (the one about the credit card)

After several days of not really posting anything, here I am posting a vindictive post.

Well can you blame me? This ****bank collections officer woke me up, and threatened that if I don't pay my bills, the bills would get bigger every single day. This is not a nightmare, this is real life. Fuck you, I woke up with a headache because of you, and your stupid company that doesn't coordinate between your call center and your collection agency. I have explained my side to several people from your company at several times already, and no one has really helped me. Instead they send people to call me up to pay, and I don't think I want to pay.

Okay, let me calm down and start from the beginning.

Two years ago, I had a ****bank Clear Card. (Which by the way I stopped using because of an embarrassing incident at a restaurant where it was rejected. Turns out when I buy something on installment, the card charges everything to my credit limit. Thus sobrang lumiit yung "available" credit ko, rendering the card almost useless. I had to step out of the resto, drive to another place where it had ATMs, withdraw money, and return to the resto to pay the bill.)

Then a year after that, the credit company offered me a ****bank Visa as well, with the first year annual fee waived. I didn't really want or need another card, I tried to refuse but the persistent customer agent said, "Well, it's free, and you can cancel it after the first year."

So fine. I got the card. One year passed. I actually forgot about the card, it's still nestled somewhere in the envelope that they sent it, somewhere within the messy papers strewn about in my room. I did not get a billing statement. I just got a call one day, that hey, I owe them the 1,200 pesos annual fee. So I said, I wanted to cancel the card. So they asked me for the last three digits on the back of the card to authorize a cancellation, but I could not find the card. So the customer service agent said, "I'll waive your annual fee, just call back with the card's last three digits."

And a month went by. I went out of town, came back into town. Then while riding a jeepney the bank's collection agency called me. Bayaran ko na raw utang ko. Sabi ko lang, teka, nasa jeep ako, baka manakawan ako no. Pero na-explain ko naman na winaive na raw yung annual fee ko. Sige daw, tatawag na lang ulit sya. Hindi sya tumawag.

Then I got a letter from ****bank asking me to pay my overdue bills. Naisip ko, ang galing ng ****bank...hindi nya mahanap yung address ko para bigyan ako ng monthly statement pero heto nakarating yung demand letter nila. All throughout I was expecting my bill to be 1,200 -- the annual fee for the card.

Tapos finally I get the Sept 1, 2005 billing statement -- and I supposedly owe the bank 3,204.97 pesos! For a card that I didn't use, for a card that's still in its delivery envelope which I can't find at home. Shet, pano naging 3,204.97 ang 1,200??? Para ba yan yung 90 pesos na nakalimutan ko bayaran dun sa isang card nila, at naging 390 pesos nung next billing statement??? (Ridiculous if you ask me)

Well it turns out aside from billing me the 1,200 pesos annual fee, they double billed me. They billed me the 1,200 TWICE, plus added the accrued interest (300 pesos every month), plus they even billed me for a credit guard protection which I didn't even opt in for.

I tried to have the card cancelled again, but they couldn't cancel it since I don't have the card's last three digits. What I could do daw, is have the card blocked and reported as stolen, then they would issue me a new card, but I would still have to pay at least the minimum amount due. WATTT?

So I tried to find the card at home. I haven't found it yet. Then I fell asleep last night with a bum stomach -- I had really bad stomach cramps and I even skipped rowing this morning because my stomach still hurts a bit. At 8:30 this morning, I was still sleeping when my ringing cellphone woke me up. It's the fucking collection agency of the fucking bank. He says I have to pay my bill N-O-W, because interest is accruing everyday. I have to call the customer hotline N-O-W, because otherwise my credit history will be ugly. I told the guy, in my still-sleepy voice, that I already had the card cancelled, that they offered to waive the annual fee to begin with, but I just couldn't find the card right now. And he told me that this non-payment would affect my other ****bank account (na cancelled na, but I guess he wasn't informed). I woke up with a freaking headache.

First of all, hindi ba nya napansin na kakagising ko lang? Hello??? Sa totoo lang naiyak ako dun ha, siguro dahil ang sama sama sama ng gising ko.

Called the customer hotline to have the card reported as lost. But since I owe the bank something, I'd have to pay first before they can issue me a new card, which I'll cancel anyway (for all this hassle, it's not worth it). But I don't really want to pay a 1,200 annual fee for a card I never used and which they said they would waive the annual fee for. So I just insisted to have the card cancelled. To make a long story short, there was no account closure officers available (yeah but they had collection agency agents readily available). They would just have to call me up again, in the next 3-5 business days. Wow.

Really I have friends who work in this bank, and I don't really want to think of this bank as the monster, but right now I do. They have several agencies to respond to customers, but I don't really feel that customer is king here. I never felt that, even when I had good credit standing with their bank. Like, I already have two cards from their bank, and there they assign several customer agents to call me up to offer me even more or similar cards from their bank. I know they outsource their services, so they wouldn't know the whole picture, but that's no excuse. As a customer, I feel trampled upon. And used.

So if ever anyone asks me about the cons of customer service outsourcing -- it's this: the outsourced agencies don't communicate with each other. There's no personalization of customer service, the customer gets asked the same things over and over again by different people. But then again, maybe I'm just being treated that way because hey, I'm not rich enough for their bank. The funny thing is, there are still some agents that call me up to offer me the bank's credit cards.

Sigh.

Don't Think. Don't Ask.

The mood is dark.

Or maybe it's the effect of the medicine I took.

What is love, they ask. I have stopped trying to answer that question. When you get an answer, the world goes topsy-turvy and then the question always changes.

Someday there will be a time when fairy tales come true, and happy-ever-afters will be the rule, not the exception. Someday, there will be no fear, only love, and we can live our dreams happily without fear of getting hurt, or left behind, or of being wrong. Someday, we'll both know what it really means to love each other.

Someday.

Tale of the Tingi

I was told that selling things by "tingi" was a phenomenon seen only in the Philippines. Here, we can buy cigarrettes by the stick, shampoo by the single-serve sachet, toothpaste by sachet, laundry detergent by sachet, facial wash by sachet, even perfume by mL...you get the picture.

So in a country dominated by smaller servings, there I was one afternoon, craving for a pizza. Mozarella cheese melting over the thin crispy crust, smattered with juicy toppings, piping hot, the smell of melted cheese oozing through the air, enticing one to take one big bite.

We went to the Yellow Cab store beside our building. Surely, in this third world country mired in debt and fiscal deficits, they would be selling pizza by the slice. But no! They only sell pizza by 10 inches, 12 inches, or 14 inches. Great. We were really craving for a good pizza, and too bad they lost three customers that day.

We ate at the nearby Filipino grill, where they served merienda meals from 2-6pm. We ate the ever present sisig, rice, some baked mussels, and washed it all down with a quick round of cold San Miguel beer. In the end I think we spent more than if we just bundled our money to buy one big pizza. But I guess sometimes, it really is just a matter of perception and illusion.

And This Too, Shall Pass

On a dark cold night, a friend of mine casually mentioned the origins from which the phrase "This too, shall pass" came about. It was the first time I heard the story, and for some strange reason, I was fascinated. So much so that I want to get a tattoo with this phrase (in some obscure tribal design format, hehe) inscribed somewhere in my body. Preferably somewhere in the small of my back, since I saw my teammate in Moab who had this tattoo there, and she looked hot. :p

Of course, when I mentioned this to B., he crunched up his face and snickered. Snickered. Weird, he thinks I am. :)

Anyway, the short version of the story goes:

A king wanted something that will make a happy man sad, and a sad man happy. And one of his subjects gave him the answer -- "This too shall pass".

Read on. Got this story from inspirationalstories.com.

And This Too Shall Pass
by: Author Unknown, Source Unknown

One day Solomon decided to humble Benaiah ben Yehoyada, his most trusted minister. He said to him, "Benaiah, there is a certain ring that I want you to bring to me. I wish to wear it for Sukkot which gives you six months to find it."

"If it exists anywhere on earth, your majesty," replied Benaiah, "I will find it and bring it to you, but what makes the ring so special?"

"It has magic powers," answered the king. "If a happy man looks at it, he becomes sad, and if a sad man looks at it, he becomes happy." Solomon knew that no such ring existed in the world, but he wished to give his minister a little taste of humility.

Spring passed and then summer, and still Benaiah had no idea where he could find the ring. On the night before Sukkot, he decided to take a walk in one of he poorest quarters of Jerusalem. He passed by a merchant who had begun to set out the day's wares on a shabby carpet. "Have you by any chance heard of a magic ring that makes the happy wearer forget his joy and the broken-hearted wearer forget his sorrows?" asked Benaiah.

He watched the grandfather take a plain gold ring from his carpet and engrave something on it. When Benaiah read the words on the ring, his face broke out in a wide smile.

That night the entire city welcomed in the holiday of Sukkot with great festivity. "Well, my friend," said Solomon, "have you found what I sent you after?" All the ministers laughed and Solomon himself smiled.

To everyone's surprise, Benaiah held up a small gold ring and declared, "Here it is, your majesty!" As soon as Solomon read the inscription, the smile vanished from his face. The jeweler had written three Hebrew letters on the gold band: "gimel, zayin, yud", which began the words "Gam zeh ya'avor" -- "This too shall pass."

At that moment Solomon realized that all his wisdom and fabulous wealth and tremendous power were but fleeting things, for one day he would be nothing but dust.

Pictures

First off, let me tell you this -- my camera fell into the portalet.

Yes, through some weird conspiracy of fate, one minute my camera was resting snuggly inside my warm fleece jacket, and the next minute, it dived headfirst into the 'fragrant' blue waters of Lake Portalet, slowly sinking into the depths of the deep blue waters. My heart skipped a beat, and I had to make a quick decision to either fish it out or leave it swimming with the poo. In the end, my revulsion gave way to practicality, and there, I was able to salvage some photos that were taken before the fateful dive.

Check out the pictures here: http://symsphotos.fotopic.net/c677943.html

***Another participant setup a website (construction ongoing) for pictures and an upcoming video. Watch out for it as well. :)

The Rest of the Story

For those of you who didn't know, I won this contest which enabled me and four other Pinoys to fly for free to the US and experience the great outdoors in Moab, Utah, USA. We mingled with participants from other countries as well -- participants from Germany, Russia, Latvia, Lithuania, Spain, Portugal and Ecuador. The event was sponsored by a big tobacco company, but even though the event was held in the US, there were no US participants -- strict tobacco advertising laws. There were no slogans or labels in the gear that were used or given way -- smoking kills and well, it's not legal to advertise this activity in the US (wow, exciting, haha).

We still did get some free smokes though. What interesting things did I learn from this adventure?

1. The Business Lounge of Northwest in Narita serves draft beer -- Sapporo, Asahi, etc. Cool.
2. Don't rebook your return flight if you're in the middle of a flight stopover -- they cancel out all your flights before rebooking your new one...this raises the risk of you not being able to board the next leg of your flight.
3. Bud Light tastes like Carbonated Water.
4. Cutthroat Pale Ale, a local beer brewed in Salt Lake, is good.
5. Marlboro has "Blend 27" in the US.

So, this is the rest of the story. Feel free to skip it if it's a bit boring. :)

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Aug 19, Friday
So anyway, our adventure starts on the morning of August 19, Friday. We took a Northwest flight to Minneapolis, with a stopover at Narita, Japan. The agency booked us with Business Class seats, and it sure was posh and comfy! At Minneapolis, there was a booboo caused by me rebooking my return flight, and I lost the business class seat and was bumped to economy (it could only happen to me). Well, for the inconvenience, the airline did give me $35 dollars off next time I book a flight. Hmmm, like I could use that. Haha. At least that was only for the Minneapolis-Salt Lake leg of the flight. At Salt Lake, we had to take another plane to Grand Junction, Colorado, where we spent the night at a Ramada Doubletree Inn with the other participants. All in all, it was almost a 28-hour journey, but the time difference made us arrive in Grand Junction Friday evening Colorado time.

Aug 20, Saturday
We travel around an hour to a warehouse in the middle of nowhere. Dixie Chick's "Wide Open Spaces" plays in my mind. Here, we were shown our gear, and were told to leave behind our suitcases, and stuff our clothes into the supplied dry bags. There were maybe about 40 participants from different countries, and we were divided into three groups -- one group will go rafting for the next two days, the other group will go horseback riding, and another group will ride the ATVs.

We rode the ATVs through canyons and streams and dusty roads. It was awesome. The view was amazing. At night we camped out somewhere near Butch Cassidy's hideout, and cooked some pasta for dinner. Hindi kasi uso kanin dito...

The other groups had fun though -- they rode the little charter planes, flying into their destination where they had steak for dinner! Awww.

Aug 21, Sunday
We continue riding the ATVs into the horse ranch camp. Along the way, we stop to view some abandoned mines, and some alleged dinosaur tracks. By evening, we meet up with the other groups, and were told what the groups were gonna do the next day. We spend the night drinking (and smoking) and singing by the campfire. Camera conked out here.

Aug 22, Monday
Our group went white water rafting at West Water Canyon along the Colorado River. On the way to our new campsite, we stopped over at this cute house where we were treated to home-made Apple Pie. It was actually the house of one of the event organizers, a guy from Switzerland who participated in the same event years ago, fell in love with the place, and moved to Utah. We slept in teppee tents set up by banks of the Colorado River. Here, for a few minutes every sunrise and sunset, the cliffs turn a glowing red, reflecting the rays of the desert sun.

Aug 23, Tuesday
We drove the 4x4 jeeps for several hours until we reach this stone quarry somewhere in the middle of nowhere. We have a quick lunch, and we hike for around an hour until we reach the river. Upon reaching the river, we rowed/paddled/swam/whatever to reach the river camp. At night, it was announced that we were again being separated into five different groups, each group different activities. The other groups sounded interesting -- one group would do canyoneering and exploration, another group would concentrate on kayaking through the rapids (Lizards), another group would do motorbikes (Scorpion), and another group would do ATVs and sandbuggys (Falcons). Me, I was assigned to the group that would do climbing and rappel. Interestingly enough, the name of our group was "Rattlesnake" (a snake), while my team in the Manila finals was called "Sidewinder" (another snake), and I was also born on the year of the snake.

Aug 24, Wednesday
All of the teams slide down the 400-m zipline (a.ka. Tyrolean Traverse) setup by Victor, the guide from Costa Rica. The Rattlesnakes team drive the jeeps to Capitol Reef National Park. We do a quick stopover at Green River town (ice cream!). At the Capitol Reef National Park, we visit the Fremont River, and view the pteroglyphs left by American Indians. We spend the night camping out with RVs and deer at the Fruita campgrounds inside the Park.

Aug 25, Thursday
We drive out to somewhere, and hike to the canyons somewhere within the wide expanse of the Capitol Reef National Park. We do some rappeling, then it rains briefly and hail falls. Masakit pala matamaan ng hail, parang binabato ka ng mga maliliit na mga bato. Because of the rain, the rocks that we previously walked on quickly became water pathways. Spent the night (with no tents) somewhere in the rocky shores beside the river.

Aug 26, Friday
Wake up, cook some breakfast. We have no more water left, so we cook with water from the now muddy river (because it rained the day before). We do some rock climbing, hike out, then eventually we drive out to the Cedar Mesa campsite, a "primitive" campsite according to the website, but it does still have a latrine (they call it a 'pit toilet'), tables, chairs, and bbq pits.

Aug 27, Saturday
We drive to our hike's starting point somewhere in the Arches National Park (am not sure of the name). The trail is a bit steep, it passes through sand, slick rocks, and even a small pool of water that you have to swim through to get across. Had lunch overlooking a "bridge". Learned the difference between an arch and a bridge -- though they may look alike, a bridge was formed when the river (now long gone) rushed through stone formations.

After the hike, we drive towards the Bullfrog Marina on Lake Powell (Glen Canyon National Park), where we take the motorboat to meet up with two other groups. Spent the night partying on a houseboat. There was even a free striptease. Wee.

Aug 28, Sunday
John, my Pinoy teammate, cooked breakfast. I washed the dishes. Also learned that some people don't really care about cooking or washing dishes when camping out. Each group had guides however, and the guides really did a great job in setting up camp. Spent the day trying to wakeboard, kneeboard, and any other board sport that involves a speedboat. Basically, it was a free day to spend playing in the water. The other teams arrive (Teams Lizard and Scorpion), and now everyone will spend the night at a new campsite, still by Lake Powell.

Lake Powell, by the way, was formed because a dam was built to hold the water that rushes in from the canyons everytime it rains. For things to do in Lake Powell, you can check out powellguide.com.

Aug 29, Monday
We leave the campsite, acknowledging that yes, this will be the last time that we will all be together. We all drive back towards Moab, a bit of a long drive back. For lunch, we stopped over at Stan's Burger Shack in Hanksville, Utah. It's a miracle -- I think it's the first time I stepped foot in an actual US restaurant on this trip. And to think this was just a burgers-and-fries place in the middle of the way to Lake Powell.

After lunch, we take the I-70 back to Moab. Afternoon was "shopping time" -- we were allowed around 2-3 hours of shopping around tiny Moab town. The town itself is actually cute and small -- the art scene also seemed to be alive and well around the area. Nothing much to buy here though -- just T-shirts and magnets and $60 cowboy hats. Some interesting pottery pieces though, and lots of American Indian crafts too. One of our teammates went looking for an American football -- there were no American footballs in Russia, and we had to do a special stop by another store to buy the football. Another Russian guy bought a kayak. By 5pm , we all drove back to the teppee tents where we camped before, and tried to have a decent shower before the "party".

The party was held in a strip of land near the teppee tents and the cute house where we ate apple pies before (sorry, difficult to say where it actually was). All I know is that there's this rustic movie set, where the movie Geronimo was filmed years ago. They left behind the set (facade of a chapel, etc), and with the lighting that was done to the place, the venue really seemed romantic and amazing. We had great food and bottomless drinks as well -- there was a bar complete with sexy barmaids.

The party itself was supposed to last all night, but we (Philippine people) had a 6:30 AM flight the next day, and we had to leave and say our goodbyes by 1AM. By 2, the Philippine and Israeli participants were driven to nearby Red Cliff's Lodge, where we all had a decent shower in an actual shower with an actual bathtub and an actual inn (actually, the Red Cliff Lodge did look pretty nice and homey). By 3AM, we take the shuttle to the airport. It's actually a 2 hour drive back to Grand Junction, Colorado, and we sleep along the way. When we arrive at the airport, it's almost last call for boarding, and our journey back home begins.

Aug 30, Tuesday
Three of us fly back to Manila. On our way back, since our "bantay" was not around, we snucked out of the airport during the 2.5-hour stop at Minneapolis. Took the train to Mall of America, where we did a quick lookaround and window shopping. Was able to buy the Bath and Body Works stuff that my mom wanted. Wasn't able to find the Storm whistle that Coach Dati wanted. Nor Sheila's cow. :)

Aug 31, Wednesday
Arrived back in Manila, around 11PM Philippine time.