We drove with the windows down. Jen’s Kuya’s car didn’t have working air-conditioning, so we had to make do with blasts of barely-cool air as we sped down the highways and narrow streets of Iloilo and its provinces.

While Jen spoke to her relatives in a language I didn’t understand, I gazed out of the window, and passed the time taking snapshots…
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