The flight from Bangkok, Thailand, landed us in Manila. There Braz, I and an ex-special forces yank had a wild time. It seemed the whole city was designed for our pleasure. It seemed all ladies dreamed of marrying a white man and we were continuously chatted up. We then flew south to the paradise island of Boracay. From there we island hopped, having a great time, and arrived back in Manila. We travelled north, with our girl friends, to the famous Banaue rice terraces. The wild month came to an end and we reluctantly jumped on the Jumbo which would fly us over the pacific to the United States of America.