View photos On the jeepney. Will Hatton The wind whipped my hair into a frenzy as I sat taking in the landscape. Below me, a dozen Filipinos lounged with regimented discipline on hard wooden seats. I sat alone atop the brightly painted public bus, called a jeepney. Luminous green paddy fields streamed away from me in all directions. I had been traveling the world for over seven years — I went where I wanted and did as I liked, provided I could scrape together the money.