|Need to say it was my first time to ride the airplane?|
I flew to Cebu. No big deal. But it was the air travel that I enjoyed but fret the most. Feels like I’ve changed and became more civilized. If anything, I don’t want to die unevolved.
The take off was hard. I have run out of tough and all that’s left me was a crumbling stomach. The small talk somehow saved me, gave me something to focus on. However I thought I kept internally crumbling while maintaining decent conversation with my two companions.
|"Your home in the sky..."|
Don’t even get me started on my throbbing ears. I couldn't even faked a yawn.
And as they say all the first times are memorable. First turbulence. First air pocket. They kept me constantly breaking into pieces, changing, spinning me towards the heavens and then hell the next.
|This portion was smoking all through out..reminded of heaven.|
You wouldn’t know it from the photos.
Half-way through the trip, I realized it’s a big world out there. And I was just a speck of dust. What must it be like to feel invisible to the world?
I'm feeling feelings that I can't adequately convey. They must be French feelings .. you know how the French have words that don't exist in English?
|Mactan International Airport|
Just pure awesomeness!