On how 45 bucks can buy you a lot of culture.
The river ride of the Pasig River Ferry Service is one awesome trip. It was very comfortable, relaxing and quiet. You can hardly hear any noise from the city. It enables you to see the city from another point of view. But the treat here are not the squatter areas with people waving to you or the small wooden boats which your huge steel ferry passes by with, it’s not the Malacanang Palace and the manicured golf courses by the river either, its not even the charm of the old factories and deserted oil depos in different stages of decay, but the real charisma of the whole ride are the bridges you pass under. Two modes of old transportation intersecting. From Escolta station to Guadalupe, I passed by 6 bridges. Notably are the Nagtahan bridge, Lambingan bridge and the Huge Quezon bridge.
Architecture and engineering is well pictured in each and every bridge. No bridge is the same. And I was lucky enough to take lomos of them on a sunny day. They should have included trivia on public address speakers about the areas the ferry passes but I’m thinking that this isn’t a tourist ride and it was largely commissioned for public commuting so it’s a stretch really. Oh how about a high tech push buttoned info screen with earphones? Nah. Scratch it. And one more thing, don’t take out your cam when you pass by the president’s house in Malacanang Palace. They hate lomo. Snapping shots in the area is forbidden. It’s kinda silly. By then it makes you think if they haven’t found out about Google Earth yet.