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  Hi All
  I feel guilty Guys as I wasnt looking for sympathy but thanks for your comments.Well when I checked in for the second leg of my journey I was offered a better seat ..strange I thought..but gratefully accepted the kind offer.I boarded the plane and found to my surprise an excellent seat ,plenty of leg room..but right next to the emergency door.Were theytrying to tell me something?The flight was long but unexciting.I arrived in a hot and humid Manila and was greeted by Frank and Dutchie with a ice cold bottle of champers.We drove through the mayhem that the locals refer to as traffic.I arrived at our advanced website booked accommodation only to find that it looked nothing like the photos on the net..hey but the hell I was glad to be alive.As the lads had arrived prior to myself they had bagged the beds...so only the floor or bathtub was left.I eagerly took the floor.
  
  The next night is a blur but upon awaking I found that I had made new friends and that we were to leave for Baguio a mountain town some 4 hours which turned out to be 7 hours drive from Manila.Dutchie and Frank were also aboard the hired minibus clutching an ice box full of San Miguel Lite lager.I felt like crap but as the only loo to be had was by carefully dangling your nether region over the edge of a seven thousand foot precipice..I decided to hold on..for another 3 hours.We eventually arrived exhausted dusty and precipiced...hehe...at our hotel.
  
  I slept like a babe whilst Frank and Dutchie went on the town.The following day we did the usual sightseeing bit with frequent loo stops as by this time I was feeling a touch of Baguio belly.The following day an ambulance was summoned and I was whisked off to the local hospital where after excellent attention I was admitted as suffering from an aemoba infection.I realised that thinngs had taken a turn for the worse when all the medical team arrived looking like extras from the film Outbreak.After some horrendous treatment I was diagnosed that I was carrying a parasite.Oh lucky me I thought... Upon the day of my release from hospital our team of drunkards decided that I was fit enough to travel the 7 hours downhill to Manila.When did Frank and Dutchie qualify as Doctors I thought but as in any Democracy the vote went against me and after settling the hospital bill..thank God for the NHS...we set off home.
  
  Surely it couldnt get any worse?......what a pr*t I am...

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