One simply does not feel safe. It's a place where the division between those of substantial means and those who have absolutely nothing is about as stark as it gets. In gutters raw sewage floats with the trash. At nigh the acrid smell of garbage burning in the neighborhoods mixes with the humidity. The result is a stench that simply turns the stomach.
Manila is an awful place.
I come here only because I have to. The people have it bad. But animals have it worse. And that's my job, helping animals. Believe it or not, just outside of the city limits dogs are eaten for lunch.