The journey to Quezon City begins with a bus.
At Baclaran, we walk dodgy, crowded streets and overpasses
To remove too many backpacks
For LRT security.
Both reassuring and concerning.
Why is it necessary?
Crowded train,
Two guys chat with us
Asking where we're from,
Recommending sites,
Reminding us we're privileged
To travel young
And it's best to wear front packs here.
Ethan meets my gaze, pleading for my silence.
I chat and feign cluelessness with our destination,
Knowing that ignoring random men
Can be more dangerous for women
Than appearing uninteresting.
Their friendliness is genuine.
We disembark without issues.
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Travel Drabbles
Non-FictionAfter quitting our jobs, my partner and I hopped on a one-way flight to Asia to spend six months exploring. Come along for the ride! Journey through historic and busy China, beachy and rural Thailand, temple-tastic Myanmar, delicious and sleek Malay...
