an hour and 4 klicks
So I walked a good 2 hours and a half. The first hour and a half was spent on exploring downtown Davao (previous blog entry), and I have no idea why the heck I decided to walk 4 kilometers in the last hour to meet my companions for dinner. A jeepney ride would have cost me less than Php 10, and I would have arrived 50 minutes earlier. Does this make any sense? Because it sure doesn’t make sense to me.
We passed this part of town the night before, and it was a long way from the hotel so I was deciding whether to take a jeepney or taxi. Jeepney. Taxi. Jeepney. Then the phone rang. Dinner at the mall. Now I know why I decided to walk…. I could not decide whether to ride a jeepney or take a taxi.
Who remembers Grosby Shoes? I had a pair or two when I was in grade school. Decent shoes, until Nike and Adidas took over the world.
I still cringe at the sight of signboards like this. It’s like a huge stop sign that I dare not enter. Maybe it’s the thought that my mom wouldn’t approve of such places, and then there are also people way older than me whom I don’t consider as adults.
Urban decay. I see the same writings on the wall.
Signs of the times.
I’m glad there are still some of these around. I don’t see them in my city anymore except during children’s parties. If only I can travel back 30 years and take photos of the early morning scene at Sabang where the ice cream is made. One of these days somebody will invent a camera that can take snapshots of the images in our mind. I’d like to be around when that day arrives.