It must be my fault because I find it interesting to write in a non-linear fashion, so forgive me. ;) If you've been reading my blog for some time now, you'll know that I've already written a lot about my first international travel so this is pretty much the prequel of everything I have written so far.
They say that when traveling, the journey is as important as the destination. It is through your journey that you will learn so many things about yourself and maybe, about your companions too. Your adventure is never complete without your journey. Whether it's funny, beautiful, or sad, there's always a lesson or two learned from it.
The journey + the destination are both part of your entire travel experience. So here I am now, reliving the first leg of my journey which I never talked about yet in my previous posts.
More stories, less photos for now. ;)
Day Zero - October 17, 2016 Monday (Cebu to Manila)
I've also watched the news about offloading guidelines for tourists wherein an officer of immigration mentioned that the only things needed are your passport (with visa if applicable), onward and return tickets, and hotel accommodation/s.
Here goes the interrogation, yikes!So we chanced upon an immigration officer who looked so much younger than I am. I greeted her "good evening" but she had a non-smiling face (part of the job I supposed). Since my passport wasn't stamped at all, she asked me if it was my first time to travel outside the country and I said yes.
I think I was also a bit nervous but I was able to regain my composure, and stayed calm and cool. As long as you answer honestly, consistently, and directly (or without beating around the bush), you should be fine.
Waiting in vain..
While waiting for our flight, I had a brief funny encounter with the attendant who was cleaning the restroom when I blurted out to ask her why the toilet's flush wasn't working -- and I said it in Bisaya (my dialect). She just stared at me for a while and answered in Tagalog (spoken in Manila and most of Luzon). Obviously the keyword was "flush" so I guess she kinda understood what I meant after a brief moment of silence.
Then I realized I was indeed in Manila and I should be speaking Tagalog, haha! Back in high school, most of my classmates were all speaking Tagalog which made me more comfortable speaking it growing up. I tried to stop myself from laughing so hard upon realizing that I just startled the attendant so I immediately went out of the restroom, yikes!
We left at around 11:45 PM, slept in the plane, and arrived at Ho Chi Minh, Vietnam at 3:30 AM (2:30 AM Vietnam time). Huraahh!
They say you'll never forget the first time...... you travel internationally, or elsewhere. I guess for most people this is true. It's true for me. I told myself that I'd enjoy the trip as much as I could no matter how exhausting it could be. The firsts may not always turn out well for some but again, that's part of the entire learning process and experience. My first had a few glitches too but we were able work around it so that we could still relax and have fun.
What happened after this?Follow the rest of the stories and photos here if you feel like sticking around some time. ;)
Kalye Serye Ho Chi Minh: The Walking Spree
In Vietnam: Fun Food Tripping in Ho Chi Minh City
Travel Diary: Stories About Cambodia and Unfiltered Photos
Magnificent Angkor Wat: Visit It At Least Once In Your Life
Unfiltered Snapshots: The Gateway to Angkor Thom
Kalye Serye Bangkok: #LocalFeels