At The Airport

June 22, 2009 at 21:06 Leave a comment

Because Internet connection was really expensive at the hotel, I didn’t post this online, but most of it was written in Manila. Here’s events from the first day.

18th June 2009

0847. This entry takes place, not in Manila, but at Changi Airport. Being anxious about this trip, I didn’t sleep well and for a wonder, actually got to the airport and checked in pretty early. I haven’t found anyone I know yet! But I suppose I also relish the feeling of being by myself here for the first time. Without realizing it, I have become so accustomed to familiar surroundings and company that simply flying alone is a strange and exciting experience. How sheltered my life is!

1037. On board the plane. Because of Internet check-in, I have a window seat – 43K on SQ910. I am pleased that the seat directly to my left is empty. Next to that is a rich-looking young Filipino lady with a Louis Vuitton bag and (possibly) Armani sunglasses. Her Bebe jacket is labelled L. Good grief. She is quite petite; if she takes L, there is absolutely no hope for me. Behind me are two Frenchy-accented guys travelling together. They are joined by a well-maintained Filipino lady in her fifties, who is obviously a total stranger, but that doesn’t prevent her from telling them her life story, complete with intimate details. Even I know now that she is divorced from her cheating ex-husband, and that a black Shih Tzu is the only souvenir of the marriage, unless you count her 25-year-old son who’s working in London. She stays in Singapore but runs a business in Manila and has a house in Beverly Hills, “where all the superstars stay, and I am one of them, hahaha!” One of the guys ask for her email address, because he’s going to be in Manila for six weeks, and the woman actually gives it, along with a contact number! This level of trust is simply incomprehensible to me. I would never, never, never give a stranger such information, even if I were drunk. And I was not drunk, even after white wine and beer, courtesy of SIA.

1505. Checked into Room 331 of Sofitel Philippine Plaza. Nice view… of the carpark. No bathtub, but there is a rainfall shower. It was 15 minutes from the airport in moderate traffic. I got my first glance of a jeepney! It’s something like a pickup, with a tin roof and benches along the side, and is a form of public transport in Manila. No two jeepneys are exactly alike; they are decorated (or not) according to the whims of their owners. It looks like you can squeeze in about ten, maybe twelve, folks. I haven’t worked out the payment system. It looks like people can hop on or off anytime. How do they even know where the damn thing is going?

2005. After a snack (tuna tartare and mango juice for me) at the Spiral restaurant in the hotel lobby, we set off in the hotel shuttle to the Mall of Asia. “We” means the two drug reps, three consultants and one of their wives, and moi. The MOA is the third largest mall in Asia, but I’d call it one of those places that you should visit just once, just for the heck of it, then go and see something else. It’s really just a larger version of Vivocity or Suntec. I bought a top from Mango (truly pointless, but I wanted a souvenir) and then visited Kultura for some local tidbits, for which I probably paid twice as much as I needed to. One thing of mention I bought there was… cigars. Wood-tipped multi-flavoured ones. And. I Don’t. Know. If. That. Was. Illegal. Bwahahahaha. Then dinner at a Spanish restaurant, where we were endlessly serenaded by three musicians till we finally figured out that they wanted tips. That was also where I got my very first taste of ox-tongue. It is surprisingly melt-in-the-mouth tender. 

2107. Back at Sofitel where we met the later contingent from Singapore, which included two of my old friends. After supper at the Spiral, I thought that was going to be it for the day, and got started on my shower. But halfway through, I get a call from the drug rep inviting me to drinks at Le Bar – three of us trainees, plus herself. So I go down again.

0206. Argh. Became the alcohol dustbin. Argh. Rum, red wine and Long Island tea. Argh. And cardboard-textured nuts. Argh. Argh. Argh.

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