“The road’ll even end in Kathmandu.”

“Cry Baby” by Allison Iraheta | This was two years ago, when she visited Manila. Find me. Find the moment when I reached out my hand and she touched it. Or at least try to find that moment. If it helps, I’m the guy with the glasses, seated on the floor in the front, wearing a dark blue top and holding a camera. (I wrote five entries about that day on my other blog: click here, here, here, here and here, in chronological order.)