Our camping trip in Zambales (stunning sunset, at right) with DJ and company ended with an exhausting three hour van ride back into Manila. DJ's close friend, Jehan, was nice enough to let us stay at her apartment (along with a few other hangers on). Even though everyone was sandy, grumpy, and sleep-deprived, Jehan convinced everyone to accompany her to a friend's rooftop pool party at a nearby hotel. This was our second taste of Manila nightlife, and we were not disappointed. It was -as promised- a Brazilian model party, complete with djs, camera crews, and the most opaque hottub I've ever seen. Not for the first time we stumbled into Manila's upper crust lifestyle, with not even a shower in between us and our hammocks.
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