Half-past five in the morning, I wait quietly on the deck of Star Cruises, twenty degrees Manila breeze gently blowing my clothes, I'm smiling overlooking this tropical ambience big unfamiliar city. The dawn sky slowly flushed cheeks, the sun still hiding behind the distant high-rise, shy and looked, twos and threes boat on the sea, brisk across from my eyes, and disappeared into the depths of the city.