After touring the Japanese Tunnel, I craved Japanese food and found Yamashita Roll, inspired by the urban legend of Yamashita's treasure. The shrimp and cheese buried in rice had a legendary taste. The crispy tempura flakes felt like discovering hidden treasure. Yamashita's treasure is passed down through Davao's cuisine.

Davao's night view is dazzling, and at a restaurant, I spotted crocodile sisig. My eyes sparkled! If I directed that gaze at a woman, it would be "game over." Crocodile meat is twice as chewy as beef and very lean. The salty sauce paired perfectly with rice. I noticed a couple next to me enjoying it too.

Davao in the Philippines is an anime pilgrimage site! Visiting Jollibee, where the protagonist of "Mobile Suit Gundam: Hathaway's Flash" visits, feels heartwarming. The movie depicts Davao's atmosphere well, contrasting the protagonist's thousand-year vision with the Davao residents' short-term outlook. There's a similar angle around the 32-minute mark in the film.

Is it mutual joy when you eat? At Crocodile Park, I interacted with ostriches and tried their egg-based vanilla ice cream. It was slightly sticky with a rich condensed milk flavor. "Producers must be happy seeing people enjoy ostrich egg ice cream," I thought. Ostrich: "I'd rather eat the guy who calls consuming my eggs 'interaction'!"

At Crocodile Park, I tasted and interacted with crocodile burgers. The buns were crisp, and the patty was chewy. The meat lacked distinct flavor, so ketchup and mayo enhanced it. Combining tasting and touching creates memorable experiences. Disneyland should try this, using... different meat?

At Davao's Crocodile Park, I indulged! Starting with chocolate ice cream, which looked ordinary but contained crocodile eggs. The rich, lingering chocolate flavor felt like a testament to strong life force. "This stickiness is powerful... but humans reign supreme in the food chain!" I bravely declared to the ice cream.

I suffered a significant loss in the Philippines. At night in Davao, I wandered into an alley, surrounded by many. They took pictures, put what seemed like a gun in my mouth, and fed me. I offered my valuables but faced terrifying resistance. What did I lose? My hear- (censorship)

In a tropical country, I found spring rolls. The crunchy turon, filled with banana and jackfruit, was sweet and tangy like youth. I also enjoyed my long-desired bagged juice. The refreshing strawberry flavor paired well with fried food. Despite indulging, the vendor didn't charge me! The tropical Davao was filled with spring-like sweetness.

It's mangosteen ice cream, he said, but the sign read "Charcoal." Enthusiastic about mangosteen, I agreed. It felt gritty and lacked fruitiness. Was it charcoal? I had never tried mangosteen... I'll confirm it myself! You can't taste things online; personal experience is best!

Being a beginner in foreign cuisine is an exhilarating luxury. In Davao, a man sold duck eggs from a bicycle. Expecting balut but receiving penoy, I had no choice but to try. Made during balut production, penoy looked like a boiled egg. Its yolk and white combined into a rich flavor. Adding vinegar, I felt happy as a beginner.