We are traveling like locals. We are slowly getting the hang of travel to Manila since Sister Bellessa goes every few months for eye treatments. Since we're not fond of driving in Manila traffic we've begun leaving the car at home, going to the port on a tricycle then walking onto the boat. At the Batangas pier we catch a bus that takes us to an area not far from the Manila temple where we get a taxi to the Missionary Recovery Center. We are taken to appointments by the MRC but taxi back. We get lots of looks from the locals since there are few old white people as brave as us.
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Being in Manila means checking out the pearl market.
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The market is mostly, if not all, run by Muslim families who come from the pearl area of Mindanao.
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You never know who you will run into on the streets.
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