Yesterday, I described how crossing the streets in the PI was like playing Frogger in real life. Well, today, I had to find my mother-in-law in a crowd of hundreds and hundreds of Filipinos. It was like playing Where's Waldo in real life, but with constantly moving images. We went to Baclaran, where there is a huge church and rows and rows of street vendors selling everything from fruits to underwear to giant crucifixes to knock-off Raybans. Reg and I took a taxi there (more on that later), with the plan to meet Reg's mom in front of the church. No problem, we thought.
Wrong. First of all, when we got there, it was hotter than a summer day in the Sahara Desert. Second, there was a billion people there. Third, we had no cell phone number to call to find her. Fourth, Camille was totally restless. So here we were trying to find a grandma-aged Filipino woman, about 5'1", medium build and short dark hair. Hmmmm. That describes just about every single grandma-aged woman in the Philippines, so finding her wasn't easy. Ang hirap naman!
Don't worry though. We found eachother ... after about an hour of playing real-life Where's Waldo. Miserable ... but at the end of the day, we got some good deals shopping. :)
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