With most of my morning work done, I stood up from my station, and as per habit, I headed rode the elevator down fifteen floors, before strolling down the RCBC Plaza lobby and heading out the Buendia entrance for another of my lunchtime meanderings. Where did my wanderings take me this time? Well, my soles did the thinking once more, and I found myself crossing Buendia Avenue, continuing onwards until I found the intersection to Jupiter Street (I think), just before hitting South Cemetery.
At the Toyota dealership I turned right, and followed the winding path, past the rear entrances of Mapua IT Institute and the Intellectual Property Commission of the Philippines, and the various restaurants and bistros that just conveniently happen to be located just across the street from them. I followed Jupiter Street until I hit what looked like Makati Avenue, so I swung left this time. Despite its reputation as a night spot, there were more than a few foreigners wandering there (along with their escorts), possibly visiting some of the food places. Interwoven among the expats were street hawkers, plying their business, trying to entice people to buy the sunglasses and, in some cases, flutes and whistles that emulated the trill of birds.
Less numerous than the peddlers, but no less noticeable, were the beggars asking for alms, walking with children in their arms, hoping for people to pity them enough to fork over some extra change. Often though they are ignored by the tourists, and the office workers out and about during their lunch breaks, making them seem invisible despite being openly seen. Objects of pity, at the sime derision and disgust.
Onward I went, passing the intersection of JP Rizal, across the way from the Blue Cross Insurance building, and continuing on the sloping path to a bridge that spans the murky and brown surface of the Pasig River. The bridge crossing wasn’t exciting in itself, though the severe lack of sidewalk surface to walk on made it interesting, especially since Filipino drivers seem to just love hugging the corners of what little there was.
I tottered onwards, going down the stairs on the other side of the bridge, and walked the length of the businesses and homes that faced Pasig River’s stinky expanse. I finally stopped, on what I think was the Mandaluyong side of the river, facing the edifice that was the Makati City Hall, tall and imposing even when viewed from that point.
I had walked more than half an hour at that point. It was time to turn back, as my work day was yet unfinished. And so I did, backtracking my way through Makati Avenue, past the A. Venue mall, past Korean Barbeque places and what seemed to me like the second Great Bowl of China restaurant, to the intersection of Jupiter Street and Makati Avenue. Instead of turning right, however, continued onward to cross Buendia Avenue.
At the Pacific Star building, I stopped, then followed Buendia back to RCBC plaza. Not bad for an hour’s walk, methinks.