It would be my second time to the Philippines – or rather Manila – and somehow I was so excited about the trip probably because I hadn’t really traveled anywhere this year apart from my weekend getaway to Brunei and later Singapore (which I don’t really consider a travel trip because I went there for a marathon).
It would be totally a different experience for me because I was going to travel with my family members for the first time. I knew, it would not be easy and I had to let myself be prepared for the worst since they themselves had never crossed any international border ever before except for my elder sister who went to Medan on a tour package last year. Continue reading