So I stopped over in Manila Philippines to visit some friends I met in Taiwan. It was a nice relaxing week filled with old city charm and laughter. But getting out of Jakarta was TERRRRRIBLE.
I get to the airport in jakarta for my flight and there are these 9 American highschool boys infront of me who are more interested in playing games than actually checking themselves in. It took 50 minutes. 50 MINUTES to get them checked in. I only had about 30 minutes left until boarding. Its me next, I hand over my passport and put my luggage on and thenthe check-in clerk asks “Do you have a visa or on-ward travel plans out of Philippines?”. ” No, I don’t need a visa I get a free tourist stamp, and I haven’t booked my ticket home yet, I’m staying for 2 months” “You may not get on this flight without one or the other of those things please step out of line” “ARE YOU JOKING ME?!?”
I only have 25 minutes now until departure. I ask where there is internet to book myself a flight home to Canada – It is about 1km away from where I am currently standing. I put my luggage behind their counter and RUN to the hotel that has internet. I am in no shape to be doing this. I get there and their internet is closed, so I VERY quickly explain my situation and they let me on – but my visa doesn’t work when swiped so I had to run out and get money from an ATM first then come back and pay them. I got on and the internet was sooo slowww. I was almost in tears I was so panicked. I finally booked a ticket home off Expedia, printed it, and RAN that 1KM back to the desk with only 5 minutes to spare and they GLANCE, like SLIGHT SLIGHT SLIGHT GLANCE, at my ticket, and say ok have a good flight. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? All that work for a glance? Next time I am bringing a FAKE ticket home. And when I arrived in Philippines and they NEVER check or ask for any type of return ticket. Hating Jakarta and CEBU airlines for scaring me almost out of my flight. But I arrived – All is well.
Its 5:30Am, I get off my flight and nobody is around. hmm? Where be my friends? So I find a bistro and try to talk to everybody online but nobody is online because it’s 5:30am. I call Gabe, who is the only one whos number I actually have, but he is in the South oh Philippines in Davao, but he works his magic for me and everybody sorts it out and I meet them on their University campus, De La Salle, which is near the Airport. And my week was happily ever after. I stayed with an friend in his mansion of a house in a gated community and just relaxed. Another friend took me to Intramurous which is the old walled city and we saw beautiful churches, and I met lots of AIESECers and just hung around Manila.
Next I fly to Davao City in southern Philippines. I am in a hostel for a few days before moving into an apartment with other Interns. Just exploring Davao City.Read More