Philippines: Caloocan City

Neighbourhood Dept: Growing up in Caloocan City, Philippines, I remember how closely knit our neighbourhood was. It seemed everybody knew everybody. My cousins and I were free to roam around; it seemed our parents did not worry much about us being abducted or harmed -- unlike most parents today. It was a pleasant and happy neighbourhood and, in spite of the obvious disparity of economic status among the neighbours, we were all friends, according to Winnipeg Free Press. Philippines edition As a child in the 60s, I could not help but notice we made quite a few trips to the airport to see our neighbours off. We had neighbours who were doctors, engineers and lawyers. We also had neighbours who were jeepney drivers, laundry women and market vendors. (www.immigrantscanada.com). As reported in the news.