
Returning from Cabadbaran to Manila in February 2006:
After getting a suitcase full of pesos (yes, we had finally learned our lesson!), Annie and I returned to the Cebu Air office and purchased our tickets. Then the next day, we went to the airport after saying our goodbyes. It was time to return to Manila.
We left for the airport extremely early, we knew security in a place on the American State Department's travel advisories due to terrorism would be tight. It would probably take hours, if not months, to actually board the plane.
Wrong!
We approached the gate, and after showing them our tickets, we were asked for ID. Simple enough. For most people, at least.
As I dug through my pocket, I realized I had left my passport behind.... not in Cabadbaran, but in Annie's closet in MANILA! Yikes! So now I had money I could actually spend for once, and a ticket, but probably no way to get on the plane. I was stranded, AGAIN! Bad, bad news, right?
Wrong!
I simply pulled out my Texas driver's license, showed it to them, and we were waved through. At first I got slightly annoyed.... Here I was in a place that wouldn't take dollars, or traveler's cheques, but they took my Texas driver's license without batting an eye. Grrrrrrrrrr!
But I wasn't going to object. I simply smiled, acted like I was just like everyone else and had done this a thousand times before (hindi ako turista, Pinoy ako!), and walked on through.
Once inside, we knew this is where security would really get crazy and we braced ourselves for hours of waiting.
How wrong we were!
On the one and only metal detector was a large sign taped to the side: "Out of Order".
What the? You have to be kidding me! Hours upon hours of security at the other airport.... Hours and dozens of searches to get on a boat in Manila. You can't even walk into a mall without being searched!
Yet here we were, in terroristville, and the metal detector was out of order? Grrrrrrrrrr!
As tempted as I was to demand to be searched, I just kept my mouth shut. I wasn't going to complain, especially since they waved my big white body through and into the waiting area in a matter of seconds with nothing more than a quick wand search.
A short time later, we boarded the plane, and I loved watching Annie every step of the way, since it was her first time to fly. But, to my surprise, she wasn't as nervous as I assumed she would be. Actually, she remained quite calm. Yap, this was my Annie.... nothing excites her, nothing flusters her. She just goes with the flow. You can't help but love that kind of calmness in a person.
Within minutes we had our bags tucked away and were seated (yes, Annie got the window seat), and we only had a short delay before takeoff. It was during that time the pilot came over the speaker and introduced himself and the airline. That was when my mind began to race...... which in turn made ME nervous.
Recognizing the distinctive Filipino accent of the pilot, I began to have visions..... I imagined a Filipino "Travel School", where those who had not qualified to drive a tricycle, jeepney, or taxi had been shuffled to another room in a last ditch effort to work in the industry.... as a pilot......
I remembered the tricycle that had pulled out in front of the bus in Manila and nearly got us all squished like bugs. I remembered the taxi that had run off the road outside of Butuan. I remembered the jeepney in Manila taking off when I was only half way inside, leaving me hanging on for dear life......
So there I sat. Horrified to get on a tricycle, frightened to get on a jeepney, petrified to get in a taxi, all because of these Filipino drivers; yet I was sitting on this plane which was about to take off and be airborne, which was being piloted by a Pinoy.
But, I had one thing that made me feel better about the whole situation. If I was to die on that plane, I was going to be dying with a pocket FULL of pesos! I was taking no chance I'd get to the pearly gates only to hear St. Peter say, "Sorry, no American dollars or traveler's cheques accepted."
In all honesty, the flight went smoothly. It was one of the most comfortable plane rides I've ever been on, especially on a DC-9. And it was fun as well.
In the typical fashion of the wonderful Filipino people, the flight attendants didn't just sit and glare at you from the front of the plane, nor did they just bring you drinks. Instead, they played games, such as "Which passenger has the longest belt" or "Who is the first person that can hold up a camera"...... And the winner of each game was awarded a small prize, such as a tshirt, a baseball cap, a jacket, etc.
As silly as it sounds, it was fun, and nearly everyone on board was getting involved. They made the flight go by twice as fast as most flights, and it was very enjoyable.
And in case you are curious, Annie and I didn't win a single contest. However, I did place second in the longest belt competition. I was certain I was going to win that one, until some tubby Korean guy at the back of the plane remembered he had his belt on and tossed it into the contest at the last second. Grrrrr.
That afternoon after we got home, we unpacked, then I had a promise to fulfill. After getting organized, we ran over, grabbed Valery, and I took her shopping and to Jollibee.
Life was good. Very good.













