I imagine a lot of you have wondered where I would spend the end of the world (in particular so you could share the occasion with me). Well after a lot of time, money and science the optimal choice was obviously inside a volcano. After all if there is anything I remember from primary school it's that putting baking soda and vinegar in a cardboard cone is a lacklustre affair and consequently the most boring (and therefore safest) place to be. So on the 21st of May 2011 I traveled out of Manila to Mount Pinatubo the last place God…
Putting the ‘Man’ in ‘Manila’
Like all great men, I've decided to start where it all began. The ninth floor: Having paid many a Peso to secure myself a shoebox in the city, I was pleasantly surprised that once I opened the balcony door I had twice the space and a view overlooking Ortigas, Manila. It being three weeks since I first set foot in the city it is hard to remember precisely what my first impressions were but from the best of my recollection: 1. Heat. Yep, not surprisingly Manila (and I'm told the Philippines more generally) is hot. Hot to the extent that…