i didn’t get to go to baseco today as i was sick-sitting some others. the good thing was, i had the opportunity to explore the area around my guesthouse while hunting for sick people’s food. having spent the previous days being shuttled to and fro the project site, i could hardly get my bearings. i didn’t even realise that we were so close to manila bay.
i thought the following quote from rebecca solnit in wanderlust: a history of walking resonated strongly with my insecurity today.
“…the sense of place that can only be gained on foot. many people nowadays live in a series of interiors – home, car, gym, office, shops – disconnected from each other. on foot everything stays connected, for while walking one occupies the spaces between those interiors in the same way one occupies those interiors. one lives in the whole world rather than in interiors built up against it.”
i do feel a little more secure now knowing what lies around the corner of the guesthouse. it was slightly unsettling, as always, to walk past the homeless, then wondering whether it’d be better were they to move into an informal settlement (but that would compound the spread and problem of the settlements)
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bought myself a snack by the name of ensaymada – a soft bread topped with sweet cream, then a liberal layer of grated cheese
and also ran into a feast day procession for our lady of remedies.
generally uneventful but restful sunday, I’d say.