We wake up to rain and gray weather. We set the alarm last night to make sure we got up in tune today but forgot to check the volume…
As yesterday we woke at 9:30, the same time the yoga class is starting. A little grumpy stay of the day, but we agree on a class at around 15.
We try to get something out of the mobile internet that is installed in this apartment, but it’s utterly useless. Calling it internet is a mockery to any decent connection out there. We pack up a lot of gear and head down to Figaro, a coffee shop down the street.
We spend a couple of hours there to upload pictures to this blog and to read news about Typhoon Ruby. As it progresses across the country it has slowed down and luckily weakens. The forecast we have right now (Monday night) is that the next 24 hours will bring heavy rain and wind here in Manila. As these posts are published several days after they are experienced we’re posting messages on Facebook to keep family and friends informed about our safety and experiences regarding Ruby.
From Figaro we headed down to Glorietta, as Katja wanted to get her hair done. We did lunch first, but it was absolutely not memorable and nothing to write about.
As we leave the restaurant we find that the yoga studio had closed for the day because of Ruby and there will be no class today.
Katja ended up in Korean salon and had treatments and a haircut. While this takes place I find myself in a game zone and play video games. We each get our fun time.
We meet up afterwards and take a walk around the shopping center. We find a little juice station and sit down to relax. A quick check of the time shows it’s about time to think about dinner. We have put our minds to Indian food today and have plotted on one close by.
We had checked out that restaurant on Tripadvisor, and when I’m finished writing this post I’m gonna add my voice on Tripadvisor as well. I’m gonna do my job to warn others about this place. Expensive and not up to standard.
Right now I’m streaming Norwegian radio for the first time since we left and are making yet another post public on the blog. We have set the alarm for tomorrow (again) and have more checked the volum also. What else could keep us from waking on time?
Now what else is the whole life of mortals, but a sort of comedy in which the various actors, disguised by various costumes and masks, walk on and play each ones part until the manager walks them off the stage?