A week before the trip - ok, make it two for real - I slept and woke up thinking about getting off the plane in General Santos City (place strikes a chord?)
It was almost the same when you turn a DVD in and out of the player. Well, the thing is, it wasn't a trip after 20 years! I've been home like three months ago.
As Kenny Rogers blared over the music player, I left our Vientiane home with a lot of things in my mind – foremost of which is how to survive a sleepless night in Bangkok airport. I have done this a few times in the past years but I haven’t really mastered the art. I think I won’t.
I sauntered languidly coming out of the plane – I have 12 hours to kill. Bought some books at the airport shop, among them my own copy (finally!) of Robert Kiyosaki’s Rich Dad, Poor Dad. Now, I am fully equipped.
Well, I still have one more book being re-read in my bag to prep me up for the holiday break - Robin Sharma's The Monk who Sold his Ferrari. This one's an "almost" perfect company.
One of the quotes in the book that best describes what it is - "Life is no brief candle for me. It is a sort of splendid torch which I have got hold for a moment, and I want to make it burn as brightly as possible before handing it on to future generations." - George Bernard Shaw. Precious words to reflect on.
I went to Café World for a hot chocolate and free wifi, as I used to– only to find out the freebie is non-existent anymore. Maybe that was good, I thought of taking on sleep and successfully got two hours. Better than zero.
The hotel in Manila, where I usually stay, was good to me this time - gave me a real non-smoking room to sleep (better than last time)...and sleep I did as soon as I hit the bed. I didn't go out. Manila traffic is getting on to me - I guess I got spoiled by Vientiane's so-called traffic jam which can never be anywhere like Manila's or Jakarta's or Bangkok's.
After settling my excess baggage fees (at $4 per kilo now!), I smoothly went through my check-in, drank my first coffee after two days of holding back and started Kiyosaki's bestseller. Only one thing ran in my mind as I did - "I should have gotten the book as soon as it hit the bookshelves!"
Thirty minutes before take-off of my Philippine Airlines flight to General Santos City (yes, I live in close proximity to world boxing icon Manny Pacquiao and has shared flights with him when he was still starting and based in the city), a passenger shouted for an emergency - a friend was having an attack. It was unnerving. Traveling has its hazards. Good that she was with a group. What if you're alone?
Now, I am back home in Koronadal City sitting in my usual chair and enjoying the cramped bedroom I share with my two daughters and a niece.
Day two and counting. We will hit the beaches of Glan on weekend. Come follow me on this holiday!
My dad said it best when he said, "John, on your deathbed you will never wish you spent more time at the office." - The Monk who Sold his Ferrari