It's been three busy days of happiness that made me forget about logging in and staying connected. Except for the scheduled phone calls I make, checking up on the dogs in Manila, talking to Mitch and occasional calls from my dad, my cellphone is pretty much non-existent while I'm in Cebu.
Three happy thoughts for Saturday, Sunday and Monday.
Happy Thought # 6: Landing
I've been accustomed to flying ever since I was a baby. I don't know about the rest of you, but I've always anticipated the landing part wherever the destination. It's the excitement of anticipating when the wheels would actually touch the surface. I would always look at the window and brace myself for the wheels to make contact. Then the much awaited full breaks kick in. Imagine traveling at 200 miles/hour then you have to move heaven and earth to make it slow down at such at a calculated phase due to the short distance given to you. This is a cool mixture of technology and human efficiency. I sometimes judge the efficiency of the crew on providing graceful landings.
The softest landing I could remember was on my trip to Singapore on my way to Bali last 2004. We were riding Singapore Airlines. Aside from the gracious flight and superb meals, I could remember how muffled the landing was. It was as if we landed on foam and we had to second guess if we were actually on the ground.
The hardest, most exciting (nerve wracking) was on one of the Cebu Pacific Flights to Caticlan. I understand the crew had to make use of a short runway. But it was intense and the breaks had to be at a maximum that I had to place my hand on the seat in front of me to minimize impact. These things are fun. For others it may be nerve wracking.
For my Cebu Flight this weekend, landing was smooth, not the best out there but efficient enough. And our pilot was a female Guevarra. Cool.
Three happy thoughts for Saturday, Sunday and Monday.
Happy Thought # 6: Landing
I've been accustomed to flying ever since I was a baby. I don't know about the rest of you, but I've always anticipated the landing part wherever the destination. It's the excitement of anticipating when the wheels would actually touch the surface. I would always look at the window and brace myself for the wheels to make contact. Then the much awaited full breaks kick in. Imagine traveling at 200 miles/hour then you have to move heaven and earth to make it slow down at such at a calculated phase due to the short distance given to you. This is a cool mixture of technology and human efficiency. I sometimes judge the efficiency of the crew on providing graceful landings.
The softest landing I could remember was on my trip to Singapore on my way to Bali last 2004. We were riding Singapore Airlines. Aside from the gracious flight and superb meals, I could remember how muffled the landing was. It was as if we landed on foam and we had to second guess if we were actually on the ground.
The hardest, most exciting (nerve wracking) was on one of the Cebu Pacific Flights to Caticlan. I understand the crew had to make use of a short runway. But it was intense and the breaks had to be at a maximum that I had to place my hand on the seat in front of me to minimize impact. These things are fun. For others it may be nerve wracking.
For my Cebu Flight this weekend, landing was smooth, not the best out there but efficient enough. And our pilot was a female Guevarra. Cool.
Happy Thought # 7: Traveling Light
I hate...hate traveling with lots of bags to carry on. That's why I make it a point that I don't travel with my aunts and mom. They like to bring stuff that they don't check in. If I travel with them, it's automatically two additional arms to carry their stuff. Sometimes my arms get numb by carrying two to three bags of knick knacks and pasalubongs that weigh like a ton. I'd always wonder what they put in these things! Come to think of it, they've already checked in boxes! I hate carry ons because you'd get stressed putting them in and pulling them out from the compartments. That's why I vowed to myself to always travel light and avoid being on the same flight with the carry on ladies.
I usually carry on a tote bag with me where I put my wallet and essential stuff. Sometimes, I also bring a backpack for things that could not fit in my check in bags. But I always keep my hands free because I would usually carry on a book or a cup of coffee. I want to be in and out of the airplane as fast and hassle-free as possible. I'm the type who'd rather pay for excess baggage then carry all the stuff with me. I'm also the type who would rather patiently wait in the bag carousel. I got this thing from my dad. My dad is a light packer. He hates to check in as well as he hates to carry stuff. He would just usually have a personal body bag and a small carry on bag for his clothes and nothing more.
I love hanging on airports and traveling, but I hate having to carry too much. Checking in bags is the way to go for me.
Happy thought # 8: Unpacking
Everyone who knows me well knows that I hate packing. I get ultimately stressed. I don't like putting stuff in a limited space. I hate to plan which clothes to bring. I dread this part in traveling. Sometimes I would pull out clothes three days or even a week in advance just to minimize the dreadful impact. I buy new toiletries, new underwear and I don't carry old ones. I know it's weird but I hate putting old clothes in a bag. It's like they don't belong there.
The pressure in packing is you tend to forget things and I don't like forgetting things. Down from sunblock to my book. I realize that packing is an art and my hands are not made for art. I don't have the surgeon and artistic hands. I hate geometry either, I guess those are things you'd need to be good at in packing.
But if you like traveling, I understand you have to endure this part. During my long travels, I am independent enough to do it but my mom, dad and ate Ne couldn't help themselves but inspect and re-pack it for me. They have this logistical efficiency that I don't have. Minutes before I leave, they peek at my luggage and repack it with so much speed and efficiency. It's like they are ashamed to let me out and check in this luggage of chaos. I always deserve a scolding of course. I would end up sitting there like a kid receiving all the words of disappointment, but so as long they repack it, I'm good.
Packing is stressful, while unpacking is a different story for me. I love to unpack. I like to put my luggage in my room, open it, take out my clothes, put it in the closet, get my toiletries out and put it in the bathroom. Settling down for me is emptying my luggage as much as possible. Unpacking is a way of reorganizing my life in this unfamiliar territory. I want everything to be in its proper place before I enjoy my vacation. I think that's just the way I work.
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