Day 95. On a bus, somewhere north of Manila.

Writing this before jumping on a night bus that'll be home for the 10 hour trip to the dramatic rice terraces of north Luzon.

Manila might not be the hippest city in the world, but we've enjoyed our time here, and used the time to sort out lots of boring but important stuff, like changing flights and rethinking our itinerary (heavy flooding in Malaysia has scuppered any thoughts we had of trekking the Cameron Highlands, we're now thinking of taking a flight from Borneo to Rangoon, sitting out what's left of the monsoon, and heading south in a month or so once the decent weather returns). Dunno. We'll see.

Still over a week left in the Philippines though, and looking forward to some cool mountain air in the days ahead.

Bought a nice polyester shirt for 2 quid yesterday. Paul Smith meets Liberace, very understated, very me, very smelly if there's no air-conditioning on this bloody bus.