Manila and Boracay - a hazy recollection

Embassy - a club in Manila

As stated in the title, I don't remember everything from this section of the trip. I'll try to recount the really important stuff.

We got into Manila capping off a few weeks of traveling. Since 60% of my company is made up of uber rich filipinos, we were treated like royalty. We were greeted at the airport with my coworker's private driver who was in a pimp ass SUV with fully tinted windows. He is also a driver for a congressman there (they're targets for kidnapping and assassination there at every minute) so he was trained in all sorts of evasive driving tactics and martial arts. I'm glad I didn't have to see him whip out his krav maga skills. His driving was insane.

Nightlife seems pretty sweet in Manila if you know the right people. I've been once before but didn't get to see it due to a flight I had to catch. We went out to a club called Embassy in the trendy, nice part of the city called Makati. We got into the VIP section since my friends know the owner. As you can see in the above picture there was a guy with his shirt off in the club proving that they have huge douche nozzels in the Philippines too...and they can even get into the VIP section.

We left for Boracay a few days in and had another company conference like last year. This time it was cool because I'm higher up in the company, I knew what to expect (a lot of drinking) and I wasn't jet lagged. We spent four days and nights in paradise partying and doing lots of "team building excercises." It was a blast and there are too many stories to recount so I'll try to list a few.

- at one point my friend and coworker decided to rent a cock from a local filipino. He proceeded to throw his cock on everyone as they were trying to sleep at 7am. He videotaped it all so we'll have the memories forever. Here's a picture:

Copy Rolex the Cock

- I partook in the 15 shot challenge like last year...this time I do not remember it as well. I'm not in as good of drinking shape I guess. I know that you get to write something down on a plaque at the end and I was too drunk to write. Luckily my manager and editor managed to write "tackling 15 shots the Koranda way" for me.

We got tshirts for doing the 15 Shots

- I did what I swore I would never do and I tried balut, which is basically a duck fetus crossed with a hard boiled egg. It was not as bad as I thought it would be but not good in any way, shape, or form.

Balut - hard boiled duck fetus - really hard to eat when you are massively hungover

I'm sure I'm missing a lot of other good stuff but that's all I can remember at this point. Now I'm in Vienna and wishing I was back in warm weather. I would eat 30 duck fetuses to get back there...The end.