It was a slow and sunny day at the Ninoy Aquino
International Airport (NAIA) Terminal 3 on the day of our departure to Roxas
City. Every queue starting from the entrance security check to boarding was
quick and easy.
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I didn’t even notice that our take-off was slightly
delayed due to air traffic until the captain apologized. (Take-off was kind of
wobbly, by the way.)
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I guess I didn’t notice the delay because I was too
engrossed with reading about Roxas City on Cebu Pacific’s in-flight magazine, “Smile.”
In all my years of traveling, this was the first time my actual destination was
featured on a current issue. It felt serendipitous.
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Soon after the
take-off, the snack cart was rolled out which I didn’t bother with as I already
had my breakfast at home.
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It may be corny but I always look forward to Cebu
Pacific’s games if only because I was curious about the prizes and their
gimmicks. This time around, they were promoting their Kuwait flight so the game
was about having passengers sing a song with the word “Kuwait” in it. (For the
foreign readers out there, this is a typical Pinoy party game where we mangle
an English song by substituting another English word or a Filipino word into
the lyrics to make it mean something else---hopefully funny.) At first, I
didn’t get the word even after the male cabin attendant belted a sample song,
“Kuwait playing games with my heart.”
Anyway, they started asking for volunteers to come up
front and become sure winners. No one was biting so I slowly raised my hand and
pointed a finger at my sleeping friend. I was just in a teasing mode so I,
along with my unsuspecting friend, was startled when some minutes later, an
attendant came up to her asking for a song. Good thing that the passenger
seated beside my friend was willing to take over and got herself a portable
fan. I don’t even remember what she sang.
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The flight was smooth with no turbulence at all in spite of
the weather forecast of some rain. What spoiled the flight was the presence of
three stowaways buzzing around.
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We landed a few minutes after the estimated time of arrival.
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We were given umbrellas to shield us from the heat of the
sun that seemed to be mocking PAG-ASA’s forecast.
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On our way inside the airport, we passed by evidence of progress at work.
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Upon entering, we were greeted by folk singers standing by
the carousel.
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Outside, we were greeted by hawking porters which turned me
off. They reminded me of the porters in NAIA coming up to you intrusively
offering their unsolicited service.
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One can get to the city proper by tricycle but we opted for
our hotel’s pick-up service after being advised that the “airport tricycles”
charge P250 whereas our hotel charges P100 pax in a comfortable air-conditioned
van.
BACK TO MANILA
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This is the first thing that one sees at the departure area
of Roxas airport.
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I’m not complaining here, mind you. After all, renovation means progress.
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First things first, one must present his/her plane ticket
and valid ID before being allowed to enter.
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Then you go through security checks. That’s the porter
assisting my friend and me without our knowing. I turned around and saw that
the hotel shuttle driver simply turned over our stuff to the porter without
asking us. When I mentioned my annoyance about porters later to a lawyer friend,
he said the number of porters you see is indicative of that city’s employment
rate. The more porters you see, the higher the unemployment rate as these
porters are not salaried and rely only on tips. That got me to shut up.
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Upon check-in, we were told that no dried seafood was allowed for hand-carry unless they were commercially and properly sealed.
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I
don’t think staple wires fall under that category. My friend and I then removed
our pasalubong and transferred them to an ecobag but we were asked to pay over
P500 to check it in as we opted for no-check-in-baggage. As the penalty cost
more than the pasalubong, we decided to make some porters happy by giving our
crispy palad to them as extra tips. My family and friends back home just have
to take me at my word at how delicious Roxas’ signature crispy palad was.
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Speaking of pasalubong, the famous and ubiquitous BongBong’s
pasalubong shop is located at the check-in area.
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But what I strongly recommend is Spanggo’s buko pie which
I’m sorry to say to anyone from Laguna out there, can give you a run for your
money. The stall is next to BongBong’s.
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After checking in and buying your pasalubong, you pay P100
for terminal fee then go through a manual security check.
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And then you will find yourself at a very dry and hot
departure lounge with no air-conditioning…
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….and with only three stand fans. I can just imagine how excruciating the lounge would be when it’s raining.
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Overheard:
“May Wi-Fi kaya?” (Do you think there’s Wi-Fi?”)
“Wala na ngang bintana, Wi-Fi pa.” (They don’t even have
windows, much less Wi-Fi.”)
Anyway, I contended myself with watching the airport crew in action to help me forget about the high temperature.
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Finally,
it was time to board and get out of the humidity…
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…and
into a very air-conditioned plane…
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…and
enjoy another slice of hot buko pie!
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The
flight back home was one of the smoothest while in air; it became kind of bumpy
upon landing but I’ll take bumpy anytime over turbulence!
P.S.
They still played the Kuwait game so my friend kept herself awake to make sure I behave myself!
-THE PARANOID TRAVELER
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