Nifty but not Fifty Tips
I am handcuffed and being escorted by several security officers into a dingy cell. I can hear the word Filipino in a thick Malay accent mentioned a couple of times and the rest are gibberish to my ears. The looks on the faces of the foreign people, who are now gazing at me, are nothing but hollow and terrifying. I am wearing a bright orange jumpsuit with my last name on it and a capped letter P at the back. I got busted for a crime I irresponsibly and unknowingly did.
“One of our captured officers, my Lord.”
I can still remember this scene in Mel Gibson’s movie, The Patriot, where he freed some of the captured militia without sweat due to his clever ploy. It was brilliant and well-planned that it was quite a feat.
Traveling is also a battleground, at least to me. Its victory relies on scheming and proper use of weapon.
With our status of Noviceship in this field of traveling, how did we then manage to win our 4-countries-in-11-days tussle against a Php 20,000 budget and endless scams? No, we did not use guns and knives.