Once again, I found myself at the airport, waiting for a flight.
I have ridden airplanes since I was a little kid; we always went home to Iloilo at least once a year. We had been blessed with airline perks because Tatay worked at PAL so flying has been a normal thing for us. From yearly trips to family tours in a foreign country, I have always loved riding in planes.
I was seven years old when I first experienced flying alone. It was fun, actually.
Of course, airports are part of flying. While some airport experiences are nice, some are downright horrible. But the one thing that you can always count on in while waiting (sometimes overnight) for the next flight is that you can meet some interesting characters.
Here are some of those interesting characters I’ve met:
I met a Norwegian couple. They have just graduated from university and touring the world. They started with Europe then Asia. They will be spending about a week in the Philippines. I was waiting for a flight to Iloilo when I met them. They had just toured Manila and are on their way to Cebu. From Cebu they planned to go to Davao. They had been together for 4 years already and they told me that during their backpacking trip, they still discover new things about each other.
I also met an Italian (I think) missionary waiting for his flight to Samar. He just came from Malaysia. To tell you the truth, he didn’t look like a missionary. He looked like a mercenary.
While I was waiting for my flight to Cebu from Cagayan de Oro, I met an Australian backpacker. He was waiting for his flight back to Manila. From Manila he will be taking the flight to Malaysia. He said he planned to stay in the Philippines for only a week. He was here for more than a month. He spent 2 weeks travelling around Mindanao, starting with Surigao, then Butuan, then Davao, General Santos, Malaybalay, then finally ending up in Cagayan de Oro.
When I was in Surigao City airport, I met a group of Australian surfers. There are about 5 of them. They just came from Siargao and are on their way back to Manila. They came to the Philippines just to surf. They started at Baler, then went down to Siargao. They loved the waves, they loved the people, the accommodations, not much.
Back in 2006, I spent the night at NAIA Terminal 2 Centennial Airport. I spent part of the night talking to a girl waiting for her husband’s flight from the U.S. to arrive. She started telling me about her kids and her husband, until she ended up telling me that she wanted to get a divorce because they’re just too different and her husband’s family doesn’t approve of her. I really have no idea why she told me that. It was a bit awkward.
While at Changi airport in Singapore, I met a woman on her way to her daughter’s house because she wants to be there when her daughter gives birth. Her daughter was 17 years old, her daughter’s boyfriend was 36 years old. She hates her daughter’s boyfriend. Again, I have no idea why she told me that. It was awkward.
I would probably be meeting a lot more people. Just before I wrote this blog, I already talked to a Japanese guy on his way back to Manila. He came to Iloilo to meet his girlfriend’s family. He really can’t speak English well, but he understands Ilonggo. How cool is that?