Past the avenue of Presidents, Rizal Park, the colourful busses to a big send-off on the docks. Of into the sunset with a last look back to the city.



























Past the avenue of Presidents, Rizal Park, the colourful busses to a big send-off on the docks. Of into the sunset with a last look back to the city.
Fascinating to wander through the Manilla museum. One gets a glimpse into the past – the art, the gods, weapons and instruments of a life that no longer exists. But it can fuel the imagination.
It is fascinating to see how history has become a tourist attraction. History reveals the reality of humans. It’s all power, wealth and violence. The citadel was a great fortress full of guns. How much wealth had to be directed into defending the city instead of dealing with poverty?
Things do not change. Russia’s aggression demonstrates that human nature doesn’t change. We’re still doing it.
We were dropped off at the park. They seemed to be filming scenes from Beauty and the Beast. Fortunately, they did not cast me.
We went on to the old fort. Once again the violence of humanity hit home and the waste was evident. Why do we do it? Will we ever evolve?
Pedalling around the city one gets a great view of what is going on. Everything is different!
We looked out at the misty city in the sun’s initial glow hoping for something radiant. First views did not look inspiring.
Boobies hung in the air around the ship.
I do enjoy sunsets.
We had a last scoot around Manilla before slipping away into the twilight of evening. The hazy city, bright busses and shanty towns.
Another place of massive inequality. The rich in their penthouses with their limos and yachts, the poor masses surviving on scraps, living in ramshackle huts.
If it’s not fortresses or castles it’s churches, temples or mosques.
Power is visible in monuments.
In the park they were filming some strange production of what looked like Beauty And The Beast. Couldn’t be sure as nobody spoke English.