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The Memoir of a First Time Traveler

Everyone in this universe, I believe all want to travel. Right? Who doesn’t want here? If so, I suppose you’re not a human. But I think everyone here loves to travel. Okay. And if yes, who among you here have ever traveled far, alone I prefer, for the very first time?

You know, first times are always remarkable, believe me? Yes, I will tell you why?

Being one of the young leaders of the Filipino youth, who represented and raised the Philippine flag in Japan, alone. Yes, alone. And what’s interesting was, it’s my first time. Prior to the date of my flight schedule to Manila for the orientation, I felt so much excitement. Looking at the itinerary of our entire program in Japan added a maximum level of excitement, reading those places listed in for I am anticipating how beautiful and wonderful are those places maybe. Like the Nagoya Castle that I only wished before but at this moment I have a real schedule to visit that ever dreamed place, as in literally. Imagine that?

Looking at the itinerary of our entire program in Japan added a maximum level of excitement, reading those places listed in for I am anticipating how beautiful and wonderful are those places maybe. Like the Nagoya Castle that I only wished before but at this moment I have a real schedule to visit that ever dreamed place, as in literally. Imagine that?

Now, came was the day, and I was ready to go. Very excitedly, feeling half-frightened-half-nervous-half-happy, the feeling of “I don’t know” was the only feeling I had that moment when I arrived at the Zamboanga International Airport at 6:00 o’clock in the morning.

At the airport

Filling in the line for passengers bound for Manila, I always took note of the advice of my friend, who is an avid traveler, she said, “whatever happens in the airport, you should always go where people flow.” I think she was right, thus I believed her. Yes, it is, she was right. With my passport, my ID in a separate handy pouch and my luggage, I checked in for the very first time.

“Sir, kindly remove your shoes.” Said the security guard. “And your belt, Sir.”

To me, I was not informed that in the airport, we need to take-off our belt and shoes and anything before we can check in. It’s kind of “duh” feeling.

“And wait, your watch, Sir. Please remove.” He was not done yet.

After the security check, I looked around where should I would sit down. The teller at the counter earlier where I checked in my luggage told me to relax and wait for further instructions, and she said, I will just have to listen to the speaker phone in the passenger’s waiting area.

I have seen two groups of passengers, I read in one row “PAL Express” and the other row, “Cebu Pac.” I said to myself, “Ok, I’ll just wait here and listen for further announcements, whatsoever.”

“Attention passengers of Cebu Pacific flight 5971, bound for Manila. Please get ready for the aircraft is ready for boarding in about 10 minutes.”

I felt nervously-wow! “What should I do now?”

Inside the plain

I was already boarded and all where have no familiar faces, I looked at the lady beside me. She looked like a monster. And the guy behind looked like a nerd. I was seated in the middle of the row. It feels like “Gosh, is this hell?” I can’t actually move. It was so uneasy.

I sneaked to the window and looked outside, and the woman stared at me.

When I arrived at NAIA, the chaos has begun

The airplane landed and the passengers were rushing to get off the plain. Now, I do not know what to do for my luggage was not with me. To my mind, I thought all the passengers have already taken their luggage. I was like, my God, my luggage is lost because we were told to take the bus.

To myself, I was becoming hysterical, really.

I was spotting the lady that was seated beside me earlier in the plane but now she was gone, I couldn’t see her anymore. I was thinking I was lost. Again, I recalled the what my friend had told me, “Go wherever the people go.”

But how? There are hundreds of people already inside the NAIA, in the escalator and everywhere, I cannot remember already who my seatmates were. I couldn’t remember their faces. I was totally lost. And my luggage?

Then I went down and there I saw groups of people with trolleys and their luggage. Where is mine? I saw some are waiting, so I said, “Ah, so I should also wait until my luggage will come out.”

Then all people in the line were gone and the luggage counter has stopped. Only to realized I was in a wrong terminal. And what shamefully-funny was, my luggage were the only items left in the other terminal.

Meeting with my fetcher was so much agony

The Japanese committee, who was assigned to fetch me was already calling me for they were already waiting outside the airport for about two hours. I was supposed to get out of the airport on or before 8:00 o’clock in the morning. Time check it’s 11:30. Oh em geeh!

And you know what, I was not actually answering them because I felt so awkward to speak with my 3210 Nokia phone that I can’t speak with but a loudspeaker. And what’s worst was, it has a very bad battery. It felt so much agony.

First taxi ride in the Metro

While in the taxi it felt so wow, building are so huge, as in really? I am in Manila, the capital city? Amazing! Then I read signages like “This way to North Bound Lane.” The overpass, there was an underpass, stuff like that. I said to myself, “Wow sosyal!”

Then at Manila Hotel. It’s a very big hotel. First time. The big chandelier. Amazing. The lobby, the couch are well arranged. Sexy front desk personnel. I said, “Wow, this is paradise.” Then the rest is history.

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About this story

I wrote this in recollection of the memories I had during my first travel to Japan.

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