Sunday after the Corrigedor trip, we spent most of the day in the Peninsula lobby working. As usual, our work generated a number of empty Coke Light (Diet Coke) bottles, which were were asked to remove, and to further pour our in-process Coke Lights into nice glasses with ice, which they supplied. Apparently we were becoming an eyesore in the swanky lobby.
Except it's not that exactly.
Eric over his Bacalod version of chicken-on-a-stick, and a closeup of my own food.
After this experience we headed off to shopping.
For a market of this sort, the goods are pretty good. There is the usual faux name-brand offerings, which here Dave inspects, but he was soon shocked--shocked--to learn that it was not an authentic Prada.
Mike shops for pearls here.
There is food here as well. The eggs there are "balut", a phavorite Philippine phood, in which a partially developed duck embryo waits inside to be enjoyed. You can buy them in palettes of 81 (maybe you're having a party), or individually (if you're just snacking).
With that, good night! We wait the Typhoon, which is supposed to hit tomorrow.
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