It wouldn't feel good if I didn't blog about my last day in Manila. Our flight back to KK would be sometime around 4 pm. But then, just bear in mind that the journey to Clark Airport alone would take 2 hours or so and the traffic in Manila is just so unpredictable. Putting all the things into consideration, we decided that we’d take the bus that departs from the SM Mega Mall at 12pm (we asked when we first came to Manila).
SO, we still had at least a few hours to kill in the morning. I did take a little walk around the Makati Avenue, hoping that I’d bump into some massage parlor that opens early. I didn’t find any. Instead, I bumped into this beautiful little church.
I later learnt that it was errrr, somehow, a combination of two names - ST. Peter and ST. Paul Church.
Despite the deficit in size as compared to most other churches that I went to, the interior was nothing lack of the beauty.
Clark Airport is probably not the best airport that anyone can ever find. For one thing there’s not much food available there so it is just wise that you tapao your food from the city.
Fresh from there myself, I don’t blame them. Manila has its own beauty. For me most of it lies in its people. They are so expressive, at least emotionally. The HARD LIFE has taught them to always speak their hearts out.