Someone at LAX took the payphone scene from
Goodfellas in which DeNiro finds out Pesci got whacked and ran with it.
Thank you, science: Cathay-Pacific offers a wild wheel’s-eye from your seat’s monitor. That’s us making our descent into Manila.
Shout-out to our cabbie for covering up his B.O. with the refreshing scent of home.
View from my hotel room. I expected dirt roads and oxen-drawn plows, but instead got six – yes, six – malls crowded into one block.
Just as I began to miss Ricky’s kisses, Sheena, my hotel’s bomb-sniffing dog, was happy to oblige.
