SIDE NOTE: If you have not yet noticed, I have tried to avoid using contractions when I type all of this. It is pretty difficult but after taking English 101 I have tried to get into the habit.
*Scroll down to just see the pictures and skip the incessant rambling.
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Well that certainly was an adventure.
Wow, where should I begin?
Well, why not start from where we left off? Sounds good.
Let me just start this off by saying airports suck because they are airports. Every airport employee I encountered turned out to be really, really unpleasant. They were jerks. At least, in LAX they were jerks and everywhere else they were just business.
Once we finally got through the checkpoints and scans and were at our boarding gate, I decided to go and look for our plane. This is what I saw:
The plane was absent, but I did find a lovely young stranger all by her lonesome lying down in the corner. She was gorgeous. She was also nice enough to let me sit down and talk with her while we waited for our flights. I am not giving away the details, but I will say that I am sad she is leaving LA for Honolulu...but then again, how can I blame her? I hope she has fun in Honolulu but I also hope to see her again someday…she was a very interesting person.
About half an hour later we board the plane in preparation for the five hour flight to Honolulu. At this point it is starting to sink in that I will actually be in Hawaii which of course gets me stoked. The stoke-killer was the fact that we stayed in Honolulu for the better part of thirty minutes before we left again. This was basically my only experience of Hawaii (the street was actually lined with trees outside):
Except for about two minutes when I was actually outside of the airport since they decided to lock the doors to our terminal without telling us, so we had to circle back outside to get there. It was then that I had a revelation: my carry-on bag ripped my hands up like nobody’s business. I was way too cool for rolling luggage but not cool enough to bring my cushy handle strap from home. I suffered a long time from that mistake.
I do have to make one note, though. In the spirit of Hawaii and all that is good on Mother Earth, yes I did listen to Jack Johnson and nothing but Jack Johnson during my brief visit in Hawaii. I plan to be back for a lot longer someday soon since I love the vibe of that clump of islands. Just you wait.
I will be nice and save you the details of a ten-hour long flight from Honolulu to Manila. It was pretty boring…they showed Race to Witch Mountain, Confessions of a Shopaholic, and some other movie but I forgot what the title was. They also served us some actually good food considering it was airplane food. I am unsure why but the only things I drank Anyway, all I did the entire time was sleep and listen to my iPod.
Why not just list the playlist? It is pretty short, haha.
-Lil’ Wayne
-Talib Kweli
-Mozart Season
-PMToday
-Passion Pit
-A bunch of random new songs to see if I like them or not.
I am pretty surprised how much rap has taken over my iPod…but is that a good thing?
Anyway, we finally land in Manila. Super bummed at this point since I am legitly far away from home in California and I have no random friend to talk to since Stephanie left me behind in Hawaii. So we get off then we have to wait to pick up all of our boxes just to transfer them over to the next flight. It was super ridiculous but there was a super cute girl there all by her lonesome. I did not talk to her for the sole reason of not having to look at her Ed Hardy hat. Haha syke, but for real I am not sure why I did not say anything. I did, however, talk to a lady next to me and found out she lives in Honolulu (jealous), she knows where Victorville is, and she was a flight stewardess. She was really pretty for being like 35+. I need to move.
So then we get all of our boxes and the chaos just begins (as if it was not chaotic enough already) because we had to find a bus to take us and our boxes to the international airport. Mind you, this is all new to us since we flew Hawaiian Airlines this time instead of the usual Philippine Airlines. Hawaiian > Philippine. Then once we do all that good stuff, we have to go through two checkpoints in a row and wait for a long time because of crazy stuff. Then we settle in to wait an hour for a one hour flight.
After all of that crazy mess, we finally arrive and everyone is happy to see us. I actually have air conditioning in my room this time, which is a huge plus, and INTERNET which makes my life a little more happy. Granted, I still feel a little isolated since I do not speak the native language, nor do I look foreign to anyone here. The whole realization that this is my life for the next six weeks is slowly starting to sink in which makes me miss California more and more each day.
just as good practice. It is kind of annoying, though. Chances are I will give up eventually and this blog will become a little easier to read.
VISUAL:
LAX at midnight:
Convenience:
I have had some weird habit of photographing all of my meals...probably just to see how different they are compared to American food:
In Manila. Completely over travelling and for some reason my face looks swollen:
Manila airport:
More to come very soon once we get our internet situation figured out.
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