|Inside the MRT, the lady in black t-shirt and jeans skirt who covers her face is my host, Irene|
Finally we got to Intramuros, and it was cloudy at first, until the cloud turned to dark slowly. Intramuros was very big, and we walked instead of taking the expensive horse cart. The kindhearted Irene knew very well, that we, the ladies love to take photos of ourselves, then she often helped us to take our shots even without we asked.
|Rajah Sulayman Theater|
|Bidari, Irene, I|
|Sampaguita ice cream|
|At Max's Restaurant|
We took the cheap but comfy AirCon bus, and we took MRT, and we took taxi to get home. It seemed that the rain took quite long that day, and there came flood! Surprise… when we’re about to enter the alley in Irene’s host, the flood said hello. I thought that Irene’s house was in free of flood area, but it wasn’t. The water was around 30 cm high, but Irene still insisted the taxi driver to drive in, until the car hit the lower water one in front of the gate. Irene went out from the car first, with her legs dipped in that flood to give direction to the taxi driver so that the car could move in a desired way. Later we noticed that Irene asked the driver to do so because my friend Bidari was wearing shoes and Irene didn’t want Bidari’s shoes to get wet. How kind she was that she was willing to do that, let herself wet with the flood, even we only got to know each other for twelve hours.