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From where I am seated I could see the bluish gray mountains of Davao giving way to orange slits that are this day’s first lights of dawn. I’m at the international airport of this southern city waiting for my 6:30 flight to Iloilo City.

I thought that last night was going to be a blast, but it was nothing but a boring one spent watching cable reruns while eating bland food in a seedy motel some three kilometers from SM City. Using a mall to orient one’s self is nothing odd for most Filipinos as almost all major cities boast their own SM mall. And for a city one is not quite familiar with, like Davao City, I am left at the mercy of a department store to find myself in the greater scheme of existence.

I’ll be in my favorite city in the world an hour from now.