Resurrected from another blog. Heh!
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It all started after I asked for some public speaking tips from my father. Yes, the thesis defense was coming and I was (weirdly enough) nervous. I think I saved all of his tips inside a *.txt document or so, and then my father suddenly asked me if I wanted to go to Brazil for the sembreak. I think I answered "YES!" before even considering that I had to leave after the defense and that at most, I only had at least two weeks to try and enjoy the stay there. With jet-lag. So the defense went on smoothly (although that alone can merit another blog entry), and I think I already expressed my thanks to Roy in our Acknowledgements page. We tried to finish the paper the whole Friday and Saturday after that. My flight was to be on the thesis' final paper submission day, at some 5 o' clock in the afternoon. So I waited, but it turns out that my flight has been rescheduled to Monday. They told me that after I was dressed up and packed up and good to go. Rescheduled Monday, at two o' clock.
I managed to get some sleep. The following morning, we headed out to Manila to get the tickets, and then to SM to buy a backpack. We planned to check-in the large bag that I was attempting to pass off as hand-carry. We ate lunch and then we were off to the airport.
A year ago, my sister went off alone to Brazil. She was so scared on what's going to happen and I think you might just want to read her story about that (cue it up on friendster.com, if you really want it). And I told her that if I could have the chance to go on a trip that involved getting on a plane alone and getting off somewhere I didn’t know much about, I would do it. Just for the hell of it. I said to myself that the journey was part of it.
So back to the airport: they went with me part of the way. Actually, just the outside of the airport. My sisters stood there waving and doing mock-ups of teary goodbyes. I couldn’t stop laughing: from them and the trip I would be taking. I checked in my luggage, waited at least an hour for boarding. The new airport looked like it was modeled after a giant air conditioner. I boarded the PAL plane and was off. I even saw a full end-to-end rainbow mid-air. Go figure.
There's always this point in air travel that I love. After the loss of land, where you know you're fIying, there is this point when everything on the ground looks so tiny and you can see everything around, as a whole. And also the food. I just had to say that PAL’s airline food was not at all food. Or I should’ve asked for the fish.
So here’s the travel plan:
2 hours to Hong Kong
5 hours wait in Hong Kong Airport
10+ hours to Paris
16+ hours wait in CDG Airport in Paris
10+ hours to Rio
Let the fun begin.
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It all started after I asked for some public speaking tips from my father. Yes, the thesis defense was coming and I was (weirdly enough) nervous. I think I saved all of his tips inside a *.txt document or so, and then my father suddenly asked me if I wanted to go to Brazil for the sembreak. I think I answered "YES!" before even considering that I had to leave after the defense and that at most, I only had at least two weeks to try and enjoy the stay there. With jet-lag. So the defense went on smoothly (although that alone can merit another blog entry), and I think I already expressed my thanks to Roy in our Acknowledgements page. We tried to finish the paper the whole Friday and Saturday after that. My flight was to be on the thesis' final paper submission day, at some 5 o' clock in the afternoon. So I waited, but it turns out that my flight has been rescheduled to Monday. They told me that after I was dressed up and packed up and good to go. Rescheduled Monday, at two o' clock.
I managed to get some sleep. The following morning, we headed out to Manila to get the tickets, and then to SM to buy a backpack. We planned to check-in the large bag that I was attempting to pass off as hand-carry. We ate lunch and then we were off to the airport.
A year ago, my sister went off alone to Brazil. She was so scared on what's going to happen and I think you might just want to read her story about that (cue it up on friendster.com, if you really want it). And I told her that if I could have the chance to go on a trip that involved getting on a plane alone and getting off somewhere I didn’t know much about, I would do it. Just for the hell of it. I said to myself that the journey was part of it.
So back to the airport: they went with me part of the way. Actually, just the outside of the airport. My sisters stood there waving and doing mock-ups of teary goodbyes. I couldn’t stop laughing: from them and the trip I would be taking. I checked in my luggage, waited at least an hour for boarding. The new airport looked like it was modeled after a giant air conditioner. I boarded the PAL plane and was off. I even saw a full end-to-end rainbow mid-air. Go figure.
There's always this point in air travel that I love. After the loss of land, where you know you're fIying, there is this point when everything on the ground looks so tiny and you can see everything around, as a whole. And also the food. I just had to say that PAL’s airline food was not at all food. Or I should’ve asked for the fish.
So here’s the travel plan:
2 hours to Hong Kong
5 hours wait in Hong Kong Airport
10+ hours to Paris
16+ hours wait in CDG Airport in Paris
10+ hours to Rio
Let the fun begin.
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