Airport Crisis

As I was leaving Bali I managed to have one last adventure. About 35 minutes before my flight to Kuala Lumpur was scheduled to leave I we3nt to pay my bill at the airport restaurant and my credit card was MIA.  Trying to stay calm I realized I had left it at a surf shop in downtown Kuta earlier in the day when I had bought a pair of shorts. I managed to convince a shop owner to help me.  He connected me to the surf shop I spoke with a girl named Putu on the phone and they indeed had my card.  Several options went racing though my head.  With only 30 min before my flight was leaving I limited options.  Read more

To Bali

The first stop on the two month journey around SE Asia was the Philippines as we were in commute to Bali. We had to fly into Manila, drive to the distant city called Angeles or something like that and find a hotel for the night to catch a different flight the next day. From reviews on wikitravel it seemed that it was a small enough city with plenty of hotels, so i didn’t bother to book ahead. I soon learned why a smaller city with a small commuter airport has so many hotels. As the main road started to open up to the downtown the streets became flooded with legions of Filipino girls. They didn’t appear that trashy at first, some of course were, but most of them dressed as if they were going out for the night like you would expect a 20 something year old girl to if she was in the states. Naturally every hotel was full, we literally went to nine different hotels before we found a room. I reached a point where I just didn’t care anymore, I just wanted something that didn’t charge by the hour. What I thought was really incredible was the sheer amount of girls that crowded these streets. We drove down alleys where no one else was and it was lined with girls. The ratio of hookers to guys walking around was maybe 10 or 15 to one. When a lone white guy wondered into the street they would grab and fight for him like a school of hungry fish. Our cab driver made the off comment on the subject by saying “The Girls are hunting tonight”. If I even made eye contact through the window of the car they would start knocking on the window. Read more