King of the Road: A Poor Man's Tale
The streets of Manila were in its most intense heat, the highways were packed with numerous vehicles, each one exhaled fumes of dark smoke. It was orderly chaotic as ever, as our group walked around the jeepney terminal. The weather was too difficult for us, but for some reason, I noticed the jeepney drivers resting in their parked jeepneys for the meantime. Seeing their tired faces, the sweat trickling down their temples and the heavy way they drank their waters, I felt my exhaustion suddenly seem invalid. As a commuter, I realized, who better to represent resiliency, but our very own jeepney drivers? In our group’s venturing quest, we stumbled upon Renante, a jeepney driver with a humble smile. The toughness of Manila visible in his tanned face. ...