
Luckily, Bookworm wasn't that big. It's just a small hole in the wall kind of shop but has an impressive collection of used and unused books that got me busy but not for more than an hour. The time I spent to walk there actually took more time. There's another lake, this time bigger and situated up north. I passed by more interesting stores en route and still couldn't shake off the Quiapo vibe. Once in a while you find some stalls and buildings with large Vietnamese labels that seem familiar yet unintelligible. This is one of the amusing things about this language. It gives you the illusion that you know it because of the Latin alphabet used, until you ask a local to pronounce something and then you wonder how the heck they ended up with such a spelling convention. And of course, the diacritics! How intimidating could those squiggles be!