I wore too much shorts and blazers on my last days in Davao.
Weather there became similar to Manila's and predicting when the sun will shine or the rain will pour was nothing but a pointless search. There were times when walking in the streets at 3pm was a complete torture and times when 12pm looked nothing like noon at all.
Knowing what to wear turned harder than I thought. So most times, I stuck to what's safe. And by safe I mean outfits that could either work on sunny or rainy days.