We had ten packages of survival food: protein bars, pasta, Gatorade powder... passing unnecessary goods from one teammate to another. Coming here, we tended to pack for the worst case scenario, which has thankfully not materialized.
Battling for supremacy were ten almost identical #Tingdog Tacloban t-shirts ("rise up Tacloban"), which has become the unofficial city slogan in this season. Apparently, everyone individually discovered the secret t-shirt shop two blocks from here.I bought a hammock, and wrapped it in anticipation of providing an original gift amongst the crowd. My anticipation continued through the full event and then some, being the one gift not claimed by anyone, with a motherly nurse in the crown putting in two gifts just in case someone forgot. Apparently, my wrapping job was utterly unappealing.
I received a handgun, including laser sight and 10 bullets. It's pretty accurate, and has helped me waive down a few taxis, so I'm good.
I returned to the gift box a couple of hours after we finished the Dirty Santa exchange, and my gift was missing. I'm looking out for a horizontally-lounging Westerner, and have my last bullet saved for him.