IT was one of those days that a day shouldn’t be… dark, gloomy and wet. The city’s filth flowed through the gutter as if a chopper squad sprayed metal to everything in sight.
I didn’t even know where I was. All I know was that the stench of butchered flesh was choked by the thick dense of the rain, you can easily identify that something got their belly ripped open and left their guts to spill. Everyone has knives with them here, even the babes. Huge knives that …

It was always a great delight for us to drop by Salcedo Market in Makati every Saturday. As far as I can remember, Salcedo Market is the only market in the Philippines that gives foreigners a venue for their products. The moment you enter the market you are taken to a different place. There’s the French Cuisine guy on the left (and the Filipina ladies that are more  than amused by the way he speaks), the Spaniard and his Paella on the right and Hitler’s cousin and his fat sausages …