Philippines, Day 6: Chinatown and More

Tuesday found us back at the dentist’s office again. This time Jennifer and I both had our teeth checked. We sat around for awhile and then we finally went down to meet [someone whose name I can’t remember] again.

This time we went to Chinatown. The first thing we did was have our picture taken in a kalesa [a two-wheeled horse-drawn carriage]. While we were in Chinatown, I saw some interesting things. Read Full Post

Philippines, Day 5: Nothin’ Much

On Monday, we went to Uncle James’ dentist office. Not much happened otherwise.

[Note: Hahaha…that was literally all I wrote for that day. We obviously didn’t do much at all that was worth recording. So anyway, due to the lack of stuff to read, I’ll include several pictures that I haven’t shown yet in previous posts.] Read Full Post

Philippines, Day 4: Church, a Fort, and a Mall

On Sunday, we attended Dad’s old church in Manila, Grace Gospel Church. His dad had taken him there as a child, and he had been a member there until he went to America. When he had attended, there was only one service. Now there are two English services with a Chinese service sandwiched in between the two. The Chinese service just happened to be at the same time as the former single service, and that’s the one we went to. Read Full Post

Philippines, Day 3: Uncle James’ Dental Office

On Saturday, we woke up at about 5:30am. We ate breakfast and left at about 7:15am to go to Uncle James’ dental office dedication. Uncle James had moved his office to the fourteenth floor of the World Trade Exchange building in Binondo, Manila.

Because of the size of the city, and the traffic, it took us an hour to get there. All of Dad Read Full Post

Philippines, Day 2: Sights, Sounds, and Traffic

On Friday, we went with Uncle John and his brother-in-law to see the Taal Volcano. We ate at a restaurant called Leslie’s and then we went and looked at the volcano. On the way there and back, we saw tricycles, hundreds of roadside markets, water buffalo (carabao), pineapple fields, and shanty houses. I feel bad for those people.
Once again, the traffic was pretty bad. People were even driving on the shoulder (Dad and Uncle John called it the suicide lane) so that they could pass other people! Read Full Post