Everyone in this universe, I believe all want to travel. Right? Who doesn’t want here? If so, I suppose you’re not a human. But I think everyone here loves to travel. Okay. And if yes, who among you here have ever travelled far, alone I prefer, for the very first time?
You know, first times are always remarkable, believe me? Yes, I will tell you why?
Being one of the young leaders of the Filipino youth, who represented and raised the Philippine flag in Japan, alone. Yes, alone. And what’s interesting was, it’s my first time. Prior to the date of my schedule to fly to Manila for the orientation, I felt so much excitement. Looking at the itinerary of our entire program in Japan added a maximum level of excitement, reading those places listed in for I am anticipating how beautiful and wonderful are those places maybe. Like the Nagoya Castle that I only wished before but at this moment I have a real schedule to visit that ever dreamed place, as in literally. Imagine that?
Now, came was the day, and I was ready to go. Very excitedly, feeling half-frightened-half-nervous-half-happy, the feeling of “I don’t know” was the only feeling I have that moment when I arrived at the Zamboanga International Airport at 6:00 o’clock in the morning.
Filling in the line for passengers bound for Manila, I always took note of the advice given by my friend, who is a traveller, she said, “whatever happens in the airport, I should always go where the flow of the people.” I think, she was right, and I believed her. Yes, it is, she was right. With my passport, my ID in a separate handy pouch and my luggage, I checked in for the very first time.
“Sir, kindly remove your shoes.” Said the security guard. “And you belt, Sir.”
To me, I was not informed that in the airport, we need to take-off the belt and shoes and anything before we can check in in. It’s kind of “duh” feeling.
“And wait, your watch, Sir. Please remove.” He was not done yet.
After the security check, I looked around where should I have to settle down. Because the teller at the counter earlier where I checked in my luggage says, I will just relax and wait for further instructions, and she said, I will just have to listen to the speaker phone in the passenger waiting area.
I have seen two groups of passenger, I read in one row “PAL Express” and the other row, “Cebu Pac.” I said to myself, “Ok, I’ll just wait here and listen for further announcements, whatsoever.”
“Attention passengers of Cebu Pacific flight 5971, bound for Manila. Please get ready for the plain is about to take off and we are ready for boarding in about 10 minutes.”
I felt nervously-wow! “What should I do now?”
I was already boarded and all where have no familiar faces, I looked at the lady beside me. She looked like a monster. And the guy behind looked like a nerd. I was seated in the middle of the row. It feels like “Gosh, is this hell?” I can’t actually move for I am ashamed if I might be embarrassed.
I sneaked in to the window and looked outside, and the woman stared at me. But anyway, when I arrived at NAIA, the chaos has begun.
The airplane landed and the people passengers were rushing to get off the plain. Now, I do not know what to do for my luggage were not with me. I was thinking if the other passengers have not yet taken their luggage so, I was like, “My God, my luggage is gone.” Because we were asked to take in the bus. “And then my luggage?” To myself, I was becoming hysterical, really.
I was spotting the lady that was seated beside me earlier in the plane but now she was gone, I couldn’t see her anymore. I was thinking I was lost. Again, I recalled the what my friend had told me, “Go wherever the people go.” But how? There are hundreds of people already inside the NAIA, in the escalator and everywhere, I cannot remember already who my seatmates were in the plane. I can’t already figure out there faces. I was totally lost. And my luggage?
Then I went down, there I saw groups of people with trollies and their luggage. Where is mine? I saw some are waiting, so I said, “Ah, so I should also wait until my luggage will come out.” Then all people in the line were gone and the luggage counter has stopped already. Only to realized I was in a wrong terminal. And what shamefully-funny was, my luggage were the only items left in the other terminal.
The Japanese committee, who was assigned to fetch me was already calling me for they were already waiting outside the airport for about 2 hours. I was supposed to get out of the airport on or before 8:00 o’clock. It was really great, indeed! And you know what, I was not actually answering them because I felt so awkward to answer them my 3210 Nokia phone that I can’t speak with but a loudspeaker. And what’s worst was, it has a very bad battery. It feels so much agony.
While in the taxi, it feels so “wow, building are so huge, as in really? I am in Manila, the capital city? Amazing!” Then I read signages like “This way to North Bound Lane.” The overpass, there was underpass, stuff like that. I said to myself, “Wow sosyal!”
Then at Manila Hotel. It’s a very big hotel. First time. The big chandelier. Amazing. The lobby, the couch are well arranged. Sexy front desk personnel. I said, “Wow, this is paradise.” Then the rest is history.
But wait, part two. In Japan. The CR thing. The most memorable to me. CRs in Japan are like robot, you don’t need to wash your butt. And careful, it has hot and cold or else your anus will become tinola. And that what’s supposed to happen to me. Why? I’ll tell you later.