Jet Lag

the flight over was suprisingly smooth, no delays and shot right through customs/imigration/security/baggage claim to a man waiting for me with a sign with my name on it. I always wanted to be one of those people at the airport that had someone waiting for them. Hot off a 16 hour flight (fuel stop in Guam), and into a 4 hour car ride across the decaying concrete mass that is the sprawl of Manila, through the flooded rice fields, up into the jungle and back down the otherside to where the Death March began in Bataan. One thing's fo sho, the bling chaser of the Scraper set can't hold a candle to the jeepney owner/operators of the Philippines. No sign of Typhoons any where (from the highway). Manila is as huanting as ever at 6am. Grey, grey grey. This place seems to be in a constant state of decay and construction. Concrete can not survive here. This place is madness. It is beautiful. once out of metro manila, the scenery at once changes from grey and sooty rebar prison to massive rice fields, green, green green. We get a flat tire in the middle of no-where, and as the driver and I change the tire nascar style, it gives me a chance to get a better view of the rice farmer working their cows. I fall asleep for a while and when I wake up we are on the rollercoaster of a highway that flows from Subic to Mariveles. The road flows up and down in series of giant swells that ultimately climbs the mountians. At yard sale speed we charge through mountain villages, dodging chickens and motercycle taxis. I arrive at the factory just in time to start mywork day.