When I stepped out of the plane at the Manilla airport...well, the Philippines looked weird. Compared to the fancy, cool Hong Kong airport, the Manilla airport was uber-fail. But that's how I could tell it was the Philippines! Everything seemed all grimy, and cracks in the ground and floor, and crappy air-conditioning in parts of the building. Poor lighting, and vendors selling stupid overpriced crap. Their products didn't feel authentic at all. Even the Sprite tasted pirated! But yeah...these are the characteristics of the Philippines!

But once I actually went into the streets...that's where I was really surprised. Seriously, it looked like I had just stepped into a post-apocalyptic America. ^-^; Seriously...even the houses had barbed-wire fences around them, as if each was a fortress to defend against humans mutated by the nuclear fallout...yeah.

Even the power-lines were all messed up. The cables looked like big black messes of spider-webs. It's as if Venom had set up the electricity in the Philippines.

The streets were littered with shacks and people just walking around aimlessly. It was dark and crowded and pretty grim compared to the streets of Paris, Texas. It was kinda like when Marty when back to the alternate past of Hillvale where Biff Tannen had taken over...except without all the crime and cowboys.