First impressions of Manila

After my first day in Philippines, I am completely fascinated by the culture here.  The environment reflects a unique mix of American, Asian, and Spanish influences. 

Even as I arrived in Manila, I had a feeling it would be a fun trip.  I don't usually take pictures from the plane window, but the views were too impressive to ignore. 

Scenic arrival into Manila

Passport control was a breeze and the agent didn't even ask me a single question about my visit.  Perhaps I can thank the strong bi-lateral relationship between the Philippines and the United States for my efficient arrival?  Regardless of the reason, I love a country that will let me in without asking any questions. 

My driver conversed with me throughout the entire trip to the hotel, which was a welcome change after the formal nature of my airport transfers in India.  It's always nice to hear the "real deal" about a city from a local who is unafraid to share both good and bad aspects of a city. 

Looking out the window of the car, I noticed a fleet of overly-decorated Jeepneys filling the streets.  I learned that the vehicles originated from left-over US jeeps during World War II and now serve as public transportation throughout the city.  Passengers sit facing each other in the back and bang on the ceiling whenever they want the vehicle to stop. 

Jeepneys filling the streets of Manila

I was immediately reminded of my trip to Thailand in 2010, where they have a similar shared ride system on the back of pick-up trucks: 

Testing the public transportation in Thailand (2010)

Arrival at the hotel was seamless, as the club manager met me at the front door and ushered me right up to my room.  The views from my room on the 33rd floor were impressive and I was amazed by the vast city that surrounded me.  Before arriving, I read that Manila is one of the most densely-populated city in the world but I have not gotten that impression at all in the areas around my hotel and the waterfront.  (Maybe I have spent too much time in India, but Manila just feels like any other city to me).  

City view from my hotel window

I went for a run along the waterfront, which was nice for fresh air but also not so nice for fresh air (aka: it smelled like a sewage).  On the bright side, I saw lots of people offering massages, which reminded me of all the inexpensive day spas in this part of the world.  Of course I got a massage immediately after my shower (but not on the boardwalk...I do have some standards).  I literally have zero excuses for feeling stressed during the next two weeks with so many cheap massages at my fingertips.  

Listening to the locals speak to each other makes me feel like a beginner Spanish student here because Tagalog has borrowed so many words from Spanish.  Words like 'stop', 'closed', 'but', 'meat', 'window', 'table', 'seat' and countless others others sound exactly the same between the two languages.  Would it be an exaggeration to say that I have beginner proficiency in Tagalog?

It is almost impossible to compare Manila with any city I have visited before.  Walking in the area near my hotel feels like Thailand (complete with Ladyboys and 7-11's on every corner).  Talking to the locals in English makes me feel like I'm in the United States because everyone speaks with an American accent.  The TV shows and even the wall sockets make me feel like I am back at home.  There is also a strong Spanish influence - from the surnames to the family values and the local foods.

Is it even possible to imagine a better fusion of cultures?  I didn't think so...