After coffee, (Ahh, yes, now there is life) I started walking around the Baclaran area. I was in the PI to find and purchase a specific type of handcraft, and as there was lots of cheap clothing and such here, I thought maybe I could find my product here.
About 10:00 I went back to the dump. Rather than pack up and try to find someplace decent I decided to just stay on another night at the dump. I presented myself at the front desk where I was promptly greeted by an ugly old woman in a dress.
"May I help you sir?"
"I would like to extend my visit"
"You want to check in?"
"I'm already checked in, I want to stay another night"
"Oh, what room?"
"Room 401"
"What room?"
"Room 401"
"Mr. Henderson?"
"Yes, that's me"
"You want bigger room?"
"No, the room is fine, I just want to stay another night."
"You want bigger TV with remote?"
"NO, I don't watch TV."
She looks at me with a puzzled expression and says "You are staying alone?"
"Yes."
"You want girl?"
"No, I don't want girl."
"You want boy?"
'NO, I DON'T WANT BOY, I JUST WANT TO STAY ANOTHER NIGHT!!"
She then takes my money, and fills out a business card, telling me, "I am owner here. You come back and ask for me, I give discount."
I look at what she has written on the card, it says, "Boy Faustino, Jr."
I look at her again and see the adams apple. Boy is, indeed, a boy. Let me out of here. Crimeny.
He/she/it then comes around the desk, and is going to "Show you room."
"I've already been to the room, I spent last night there."
"We make sure it is ok."
"It's fine!" I call over my shoulder on the way out the door. "Boy" is nearly tugging on my shirttail as I hastily exit the dump.
From this point on, all of my entrants and exits from the dump were done VIA the fire escape. I was on the 4th floor.
