We left Sabang on the 9th of July to travel to the Visayas area of the country. We flew from Manila to Cebu and for about 2 weeks, we traveled around to different cities and sites in those islands until we worked our way back to Sabang on the 21st of the month.
That night we went out to the bars and of course, we ran into Jobay and her boyfriend. Since we had been there before, something had changed in her attitude. She was now having a great deal of fun at the bar, talking to the bar girls and dancing with the guys. She was drinking and smoking and seemed to be more comfortable with her whole situation.
Stanley and I spent another two days in Sabang before returning to Manila the day before we both would return to our respective lives. Manila was covered in a blanket of rain that was flooding the streets and homes in certain areas. I went to a 7-11 in the pouring rain to pick up a card to charge my mobile phone so that I could continue to send messages to Jiao Jiao. I got the card and returned to the hotel, but I could not get the card to work. It said that the car I had purchased had already been used. I immediately rushed back to the store, once again through the rain, to get the card replaced. It turns out, the card was fine and I was entering the numbers incorrectly. After all of it was taken care of, the rain had ceased and I began the trip back to the hotel with my body plastered against the walls so that I could benefit from the overhanging roofs. As I got within site of my hotel, I saw someone waving at me and sure enough, Jobay and her Japanese boyfriend were standing right in front of me. I made formal greetings and exchanged well wishes and went on my way.
Across the street from my hotel was a live music bar with a cigarette vendor outside of it and she had seen Jobay walk past her with her boyfriend and she had also seen me greeting the couple. This emaciated female frame sat staring at me as I walked away from Jobay and her boyfriend and when I got within ear shot, she started asking me questions.
“Do you know that girl? Do you know that girl?” she spat at me like a hyperactive badger.
“Yeah, I know who she is…” I replied cautiously.
“You stay away, she is really dangerous. The police will get you.” she continued.
“Wow, wow! I said I knew her, I did not touch her!” I defended my statement.
“She is young, very young. Police will catch you. You stay away.” she continued to hammer her point.
Sensing that this was going nowhere and fast, I agreed with her and continued to move toward my destination. It is ironic that with over a week around Sabang, no one had said anything about the age of the girl in a threatening way. It was more of a "don’t ask and don’t tell" situation. Yet, as soon as I got to Manila, the cigarette sales woman felt obligated to steer people clear of that kind of danger. And so, on the last day of my journey, my suspicions concerning the age of Jobay were confirmed by the woman who sold cigarettes on the street across from my hotel.