I am writing you from the forgotten islands off the coast of Asia. A land where the corrupt government allows the rich and poor remain on their extreme ends of the economic spectrum. The beaches here are white-sanded and green-watered, the city is littered with both squatters and high-rise condos, and the most fashionable thing to do is save money.

This is where I was born. It’s the place I have almost no memories of and have only revisited once, 15 years ago. I have so many pictures and stories I want to share of my trip to the Philippines so far. I am going on week two and I have already taken over 3,000 photos. I’m going to have to pick only about 3 to share until I can return to the states, since the internet here is almost non-existent and extremely slow. Upon arrival at the NAIA airport in Manila, I was met with a million kicks to my senses and I wish I could truly share them all.

Enjoy what I can be patient enough with loading.

Mabuhay.