Makati: Rain or Shine At The Junction Hostel

I live by myself in Manila and I really do not need to be sheltered in another home. But sometimes, I just feel the need to visit friends or relatives, eat, and sleep in their homes around Manila. For a change. 

Staying in a hostel in Manila would be the last option. Because I can always go home or knock at my friends’ or relatives’ homes. But when I travel, I go to a hostel. When I went to Beijing, China; in Cameron Highlands, Malaysia; in Melaka, Malaysia; in Banwa, Puerto Princesa; in Camotes Island, Cebu; in Siquijor; and many others. I love staying in hostels.

When I entered Junction Hostel in Makati, I was thrilled. The wide common area, which is also the dining area, looks comfortable and friendly. 

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I roamed around the city. I hopped in a salon, had caramel coffee at Marsha’s, and let the hours pass by at Calle Crisologo, again, watching people,  with Purple Heart parked beside me. Still overwhelmed by the people I have met, Vida & Tita Ima. 

I tried to contact a fellow blogger, Edmar of Edmaration.com, for an empanada dinner. We motorbiked around, and met his breezy friends. Then we went dancing in the club. I shook the hands of the Governor, and the Vice Governor, and had some cocktail drinks with new acquaintances.