Vietnam Memoir 2

South China Sea 081212

I just woke up. It's been more or less an hour into our flight and I'm still beat. At least I'm in a window seat, I get to lean into something.

While I was asleep, apparently they were serving meals and skipped me. Darn! I don't really care because I am not that hungry, but hey, it's still free food. I don't really have the guts to ask for it, like I said, I'm too beat.

We're flying over the South China Sea right now. The body of water between the Philippines and mainland Asia. I can't really see a thing, all I see are clouds.



I'm feeling a bit excited too. Nah, more like anxious. But hey, I'll wing it when I land, I'm good at that.

The TV show isn't helping either. I only had one glass of water since we took off. I haven't even spoken to anyone. I'm sitting beside some government working Filipinos, I don't really like them.

Thank you journal to keep me occupied.



I still can't see anything outside.

I guess I'm in for a surprise.

Vietnam Memoir 1

Waiting Lounge 081212

The first leg of my trip is over. The flight from Cebu to Manila was quick, as usual. Thank God! I was so beat! I seriously just had about four hours of sleep. I got home from work yesterday at about 10 pm. Started packing and ended at about 11:30. Much to my chagrin, I forgot to pack my toothbrush! Typical.

The flight was quick, like I said, but it was too crowded. I flew coach. My first time in years. Hahaha! I'm in a tight budget. Honestly, I just wanted to have the whole backpacking feel of this trip. I'm guessing backpackers don't really fly business class. I'm not bitching, just middle-class guilt talking.

God bless my MP3 player. The official soundtrack? The Script and Ferras.

I just salvaged my last few peso bills and now they're dollars, no use for peso bills now - damn! I'm also thankful that my backpack was checked-in all the way to HCMC, now I'm just carrying my camera pack and travel belt thingy.

The food here in the lounge is fairly predictable. I just gobbled a serving of some chicken pasta, a pancake with butter and syrup and a mini burger that tastes awful. I hate airport food! After my last (actually it's my first) cigarette, I'm ready to board the plane.

PR 597 now boarding.

The Return 090410

I will not explain my absence from this blog, but I will make a personal commitment, to never do that again...

let's start fresh.