Catching up on a trip to Manila in mid-June. Since I was staying in Makati (downtown / financial area) this time, I decided to stroll around instead of attempting to uber to farther destinations (my previous traumatic experience was still fresh in my memory) Besides the heat and humidity, there was really nothing to complain about (or be afraid of) in the few blocks around the hotel. There was a decently-sized supermarket, in which I was dismayed to find that no Asian, aka Japanese / Korean, snacks were in stock. Given the all-too-obvious abundance of Japanese cars on the street, I really thought that the snack industry would have an equal influence. There were, however, digestive biscuits on sale, an excellent item for the long commute back. I was definitely the odd one in the queue with only the biscuits and a bag of mango slices, where everyone else looked like they're preparing for an imminent typhoon... Seriously, everyone in queue had at least one full shopping cart, and the couple before me had almost 20 cardboard boxes full of groceries (heck there were 4 people helping them process, 1 load the conveyor belt, 1 scan the items, and 2 stuff the boxes)
