After months without a day off, I found myself on a plane out of Korea for a week. The Philippines are fucking sketchy. Much like Korea, if you can weld it, you can ride it. 125cc bikes reign supreme. The owners let me ride them whenever I wanted as well. 5 bucks gets you far over there. Monkeys on the mountains and hookers that attack in the bars. I went looking for old moto-helmets but got hopelessly lost in the ghetto for a few hours instead. Don't worry; the Sewer-God look keeps you safe out here. It's safe to say I love fairings on bikes. Shut up Dumpster baby.