On May of 2001, I survived Manila driving. It actually wasn't that hard. I had good sense of my proximity. Keeping up with traffic was a breeze.

On October of 2004, I drove--big deal. I also tried something new. I ate 1 raw green labuyo, extremely hot tiny chili pepper. I survived. It was as dreadful as that one tiny drop of Endorphin Rush hot sauce on a tortilla chip I had a few years prior at a Moscone Center food convention.

On our next trip back home whenever that will be, I'll still zip through Manila traffic, I'll have another labuyo. I shall also crack open an intact pili nut with a hammer. I hear about this all the time and have yet to experience it for myself. Is the shell really that tough?