For our first night in the Philippines we stayed at a little hole in the wall of a rats nest called the Townhouse. We needed a place to catch a few hours sleep as we had an early morning flight to Dumaguete, on the south coast of Negros. The Townhouse is convenient and inexpensive, but has nothing else going for it. It was maybe the worst place I've ever stayed. A good spot perhaps to commit suicide, it might help one along in their depression, if they weren't fully commited to the act.  

There's a massive shopping mall down the street and around the corner from the Townhouse. To get to it you must walk along a street that smells of urine. Once inside the mall it feels post-apocalyptic. Every store in this once fancy building is padlocked. Instead of stores, the halls of the mall are filled with street vendors.

On our way back to the Townhouse we found out why the street we'd walked along earlier smelled of urine. Over the approximate one-hundred metre stretch we saw probably a dozen cab drivers stop for a whiz.