Sunday, March 04, 2007
Behind the strip of palm trees running along the beach was a sand corridor that closely resembled Fifth Avenue. Shops and stalls like these squeezed in between the grand entryways of big-moolah resorts, restaurants, bars, and even a couple of "malls," which were just more streets full of shops and stalls. The good thing is that these tiny businesses are clearly not internationally owned. The whole family worked there, and maybe they quadrupled prices during this busy season, but I didn't have a problem with that because this is their only income. The local Filipinos were not people who could go on vacation very often, if ever at all.
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