Our little Manila trip Pt 3
August 28th, 2007 by leesabreenaOur package didn’t include breakfast at the hotel so we had to get our breakfast outside. I suggested we go find some dim-sum and meehoon as I was craving already for my weekly dose of Wan Wan mee soup (down in Bundusan road. It’s the best, everyone should try it). It was early, 8.30 am and Manuel said he’d take us to a ‘good’ Chinese restaurant. It was a few blocks away from the hotel and we were the first customers of the morning. I wasn’t really impressed with the shabby shop that had a foul rat piss smell outside the establishment. But as the food arrived, the aroma of fresh dim sum and wanton soup overpowered the rat piss smell and all the other street smells, so we rejoiced in the delicious food. The food was wonderful, they must have a good cook as it tasted ngam – ngam. We ate a mighty breakfast to prepare for our city tour and half- day ‘mall’- ing exploration.
It was a breezy, sunny morning and Manuel was in high spirits that day. He became very talkative and spoke endlessly of Manila’s political history as he drove us to our first spot, Rizal Park.The park was the site of Dr Jose Rizal’s execution on December 30, 1896, whose martyred death made him a hero of the Philippine Revolution. It was officially renamed Rizal Park in tribute to him. The monument also serves as the point of origin or Kilometre Zero to all other cities in the Philippines. It is a beautiful, lush and green park and we spent about 25 minutes there, reading the plaques on some monuments and took pictures. It would have been a beautiful location for wedding photography or a picnic if there weren’t many (annoying) mobile vendors who tried to sell you everything, from hankies, pearls, watches to toy stuffs. They have to make a living, I know, but at a historical site that was supposed to be ‘sacred’ for them, it wasn’t appropriate at all.
15 minutes into exploring the park, Dad was already beat. We proceeded to Fort Santiago after that where we got on a horse carriage and was guided around the small, Spaniard park by a proud Filipino guide who said he loved Estrada the best. We spent some pesos in the souvenir shop where I got some fridge magnet for my sister who started having this penchant for them. I was in love with the pretty jewelry wallets made of banana fibres. The fibre makes beautiful material for dresses and shirts especially the ones that a groom wears.But they looked too delicate and they’d only add to my ever burgeoning collection of bags so I managed to fight the urge to buy. So I just walked around, luksy –luksying then a guy at the counter asked if I was Korean or Chinese and proudly said “I’m Malaysian”. He looked at me and timidly said, “You’re pretty….magandang”. ..Make me shy only.. **blush**

