Sit in the park and watch fish glide across the lagoon like iron filings tracing a magnetic field.
Sit in the park in the early evening when the breeze doesn't know yet that it's summer and still pebbles the skin.
Sit in the park while distant amplifiers blast disco records at each other.
Sit in the park listening to a stranger beside you introduce himself and desperately attempt conversation.
Sit in the park and watch lonely men, hungry men with searching eyes, play the game.
Welcome to Bacolod.