The writer (centre) and his friend riding a kalesa in Vigan. Photos: Foo Chee Thong
“Excuse me, could you please let us go first? We are rushing to catch our connecting flight to Laoag.” We kept repeating this phrase many times while standing in the long queue at the Ninoy Aquino International Airport in Manila, the Philippines, some time back.
Almost everyone in the queue was kind enough to let us through. Except for one man, who turned out to be a Malaysian working in Manila...
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