The Manila-ness of it all
You step off the plane and see airport personnel lined up, holding signs for disembarking passengers who’ve requested “assistance” upon arrival.
You see a passenger bypassing the immigration queue, lead by one airport official.
You see the big boxes sealed tight by packaging tape and tied with a rope.
You see somebody slipping a guard something that looks suspiciously like a tightly folded 100 peso bill.
Ah yes, I have landed in Manila indeed.


Welcome to home sweet smoke-polluted home! I love the observation of the airport “assistants”. :)
Cheers!
Indeed, Manila welcomes you home with open arms and empty pockets (fill ‘er up please).