To Puerto Princesa
I was in cebu city earlier today and I had a flight going to puerto princesa city around noon.
I sat on the emergency exit of the plane for the sake of the leg room where I would be comfortable catching up with my sleep. The plane was half empty from my seat backwards, and the only people sitting behind me was this german couple (I think they were german) and they looked even more comfortable sleeping in the empty rows when they had the rest of the plane to themselves. But anyway, I slept for about only half of the whole flying time. There was nothing good on the inflight papers either, I already read them at the lounge in cebu airport and almost everything was about the dead pope, the popes-to-be, the conclave, the faithful and the vatican chimney.
When the plane did get to the puerto princesa airspace, the beaches down from my window caught my attention because they were so clear I could see the sea bed near the beaches. But then I began to notice that I've been seeing the same shoreline over and over, which now dawned to me the plane was flying in circles around the runway, for almost 15 minutes. When it did finally land a little later, I saw a couple of choppers, soldiers and this light blue plane which was no bigger than the one I was in, and is our country's version of the airforce one. Funny its just been a month since I crossed path with our lady president again.
The hotel I stayed in had a serene location. I had this view of grassy plains and mountains from my window, and I could see the road leading to my hotel too, with some motorcycle pedicabs passing every once in a while, breaking the sound of chirping birds. It was just a view of nowhere, but a peaceful kind of nowhere, I could have drank a beer or two or three just to let that quiet afternoon pass.
I sat on the emergency exit of the plane for the sake of the leg room where I would be comfortable catching up with my sleep. The plane was half empty from my seat backwards, and the only people sitting behind me was this german couple (I think they were german) and they looked even more comfortable sleeping in the empty rows when they had the rest of the plane to themselves. But anyway, I slept for about only half of the whole flying time. There was nothing good on the inflight papers either, I already read them at the lounge in cebu airport and almost everything was about the dead pope, the popes-to-be, the conclave, the faithful and the vatican chimney.
When the plane did get to the puerto princesa airspace, the beaches down from my window caught my attention because they were so clear I could see the sea bed near the beaches. But then I began to notice that I've been seeing the same shoreline over and over, which now dawned to me the plane was flying in circles around the runway, for almost 15 minutes. When it did finally land a little later, I saw a couple of choppers, soldiers and this light blue plane which was no bigger than the one I was in, and is our country's version of the airforce one. Funny its just been a month since I crossed path with our lady president again.
The hotel I stayed in had a serene location. I had this view of grassy plains and mountains from my window, and I could see the road leading to my hotel too, with some motorcycle pedicabs passing every once in a while, breaking the sound of chirping birds. It was just a view of nowhere, but a peaceful kind of nowhere, I could have drank a beer or two or three just to let that quiet afternoon pass.
The hotel's pool was just outside the lobby, I took a dip that night since the pool was empty and the nightsky in this part of the country is so hell beautiful. And if things were getting this good, something had to screw it up, a big indian guest from the hotel went over to the pool and stripped down to his trunks exposing all his hairy glory and plunged to the other side of the pool. Fortunately he too went stargazing in the pool, else he had made waves, he could have made one big curry soup out of the pool. Then soon another middle-aged local guest plunged and unwinded to another corner of the pool.
It strangely reminded me of some nursery rhyme about three men in a tub.
posted by Lib at 11:44 PM
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