Hi there, Saturday in Manila reminded me how different life runs out here. The plan was simple: see the colorectal surgeon, pay, and move on. What actually happened looked more like this: Wait thirty minutes just to get in the elevator. Give up, take the 11 flights of stairs. Arrive very sweaty. Make it eleven floors up, only to find out the doctor was cash only. No problem, right? Until both hospital ATMs rejected my card. Back down eleven floors. Walk the streets hunting for an ATM that...