Not all firetrucks are red
Not all firetrucks are red, some come in brilliant purple. So what if seeing this truck makes you want to reach for ube ice cream? Or more appropriately, the ube flavored Eng Bee Tin Hopia?
On the left is the purple engine of the Binondo Paco Volunteer Fire Search and Rescue Brigade. When I alighted from the Divisoria-bound jeepney, this was one of the first sights that greeted me. Good thing that there was no fire nearby and this novelty truck was parked right where we (Snglguy and Carlotta) were supposed to meet.
Since we’re talking about colors, let me add this new discovery: Not all pigs are pink. Some come in black. On the right is just one of the four pampered Vietnamese pigs of the Los Ambos Mundos restaurant in Florentino Torres, the oldest restaurant in the Philippines, serving hungry patrons since 1888!
What is sweeter than a glass of juice with two heaping tablespoonfuls of sugar granules or artificial sweeteners? Try gulping, bottoms up, a glass of pure sugarcane juice. The juice is not white but brownish, close to the color of rust. So this is how fresh sugarcane really tastes like. How even-ants-will-get-diabetes-sweet!
In black and white—this is how I imagined some parts of Ongpin to look like. If you want to walk the street of memory lane, this is the place to go to see old houses that time forgot. Dilapidated buildings stand side by side with modern-looking structures. The contrast is sometimes jarring; sucking you inside the pages of history books.
Many thanks to Snglguy who graciously treated us to a sumptuous Chinese buffet at Emperor Villa and bought us cold drinks at Starbucks. If all tour guides were like him, many more people (bloggers and non bloggers) would troop to Chinatown. Carlotta, whom I met in person for the first time, proved to be the perfect company too! It seemed like we’ve known each other for quite some time. She’s a kindred spirit.