Putt Putt Putt

That was the sound our cab made when we pulled up to the tollbooth. This is going to be one of our crazy stories. First, from A.Venue suites we asked that they call a cab to the front to fit all 5 of us to go to Festival Mall in Alabong. The car that rolls up to get us- a ratty small ass Nissan or something. The guy said, it is wider than a Toyota. We thought, yeah right, but we got in anyway. The first 2 seconds were not good when we rolled over a speed bump and we thought the undercarriage was going to fall out. Paul, Bud, Joyce and I were all in the backseat. Joyce was laying across our laps. While driving on the highway I explained to Joyce it looked like MarioKart with real cars. It was nuts. The traffic here is unbelievable.

We finally got to the exit tollbooth where the mall was. The car started to cut off. It was hot as hell, Joyce was getting sick and I was starting to panic a little in my head. He tried starting the car over and over again and nothing was working. WE WERE SITTING IN A TOLL BOOTH LANE IN MANILA TRAFFIC IN A BUSTED CAR! Then, after what seemed to be 10 minutes the car started and the honking behind us finally stopped and we were on our way. We were only putting along though. Then the driver asked where the mall was and Bud was trying but how the hell were we supposed to know. Joyce was getting even more sick and I thought she was going to throw up and her head was in my lap. Damn. We asked him to drop us off about 1 mile from the toll booth because the car started to cut off again. We jumped out, went to Jollibee, grabbed a bite to eat and headed to the mall on foot. We asked people along the way where the mall was and good thing everyone was so helpful. We got to the mall, sweaty and all in one piece.