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Of chupaculos and other Zambo mambos

By Claude Tayag | December 27, 2009 - 12:00am

As I got off the plane at the Zamboanga International Airport, the warm humid tropical breeze made my shirt cling to my skin like a plastic wrap, giving a letdown feeling that I’ve never left Manila.

Travel and Tourism