Trike in Arenda

Two of us ladies rode inside the yellow cab and another person rode behind the trike driver. The first time we visited the church we rode all up and down the streets trying to find it. Neither the missionary nor the driver knew where we were off to. People were just staring at us wondering what the heck we were doing there. Trikes in Manila are like flies. They are everywhere and somehow they manage to get into everything or they are just plain in the way. They are able to weave in and out of traffic. Our driver was patient that day as he drove up and down, through mud, to the police station and back to get directions. We were sure to repay him well for his troubles.