Me and TC took the
chopper from Cebu City to Tacloban. It was a bit short of fabulous. The only
thing missing were some drug runners shooting handguns from 300 yards away and
busting a hole through the window.
It was about an hour in the air, flying over a few islands and
open water. On the eastern hillsides, trees were blown over like sticks, all in
one direction. On the western slopes of Leyte Island, the trees were standing, with all of the
palm branches permanently oriented westward like a compass.
