Trains in Manila are not exactly romantic. Not only are they unromantic for me, they were also insignificant.

My commuting life has always been a choice between cabs or jeepneys, which can go either way depending on my mood. I like both. Inside cabs I feel safe, sometimes productive. Inside jeeps, I feel enthralled, as if every person who comes and goes offer a new story.

Trains I never cared for. I rarely got to take them anyway.

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