I'm lucky and I know it. Travelling in 2012 is way easier than it was 50 years ago - heck easier than 10 years ago! Fifteen years ago, I would have called home every Sunday (when long distance rates were cheaper) for a few minutes and maybe some cards and letter exchanged in between. Ten years ago we *might* have emailed but it would be days between responses.
Staying in touch from Manila isn't much harder for me than when I'm home; I work 8am-5pm central time (9pm-6am here) and have access to free video and phone calls, not to mention constant access to email.
Phone calls haven't gotten much cheaper, but using a VOIP phone service, I can make free calls to any US number. I use Google Chat, a free feature within gmail to place calls and video chat. In fact, I just got done video chatting with my parents 8,000 miles away. Besides some minor video lag, I could hear and see them - for free. To improve the sound quality, I purchased a headset and microphone for about $4 on my last trip here - a great investment.
Our office also has free long distance, so I try to call my mom each day during my lunch break to check in. I've found a few short check-ins each week makes us both happier than extended periods between phone calls.
Text messaging isn't cheap here, but I can use Google Chat as well - however carrying around my laptop isn't exactly practical. My sister and I email quite a bit; between her desk job and cell phone, it is about as quick as text messaging, but at a fraction of the cost. Add in other emails and Facebook messages, its like I'm just around the corner.
I recently met someone who had over $2,000 USD in cell phone charges on an international trip - my methods of communication is MUCH cheaper, without having to sacrifice. In addition to the means of communication, I'm lucky to have so many loved ones to keep in touch with!
Keeping in touch
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
I'm lucky and I know it. Travelling in 2012 is way easier than it was 50 years ago - heck easier than 10 years ago! Fifteen years ago, I would have called home every Sunday (when long distance rates were cheaper) for a few minutes and maybe some cards and letter exchanged in between. Ten years ago we *might* have emailed but it would be days between responses.
Staying in touch from Manila isn't much harder for me than when I'm home; I work 8am-5pm central time (9pm-6am here) and have access to free video and phone calls, not to mention constant access to email.
Phone calls haven't gotten much cheaper, but using a VOIP phone service, I can make free calls to any US number. I use Google Chat, a free feature within gmail to place calls and video chat. In fact, I just got done video chatting with my parents 8,000 miles away. Besides some minor video lag, I could hear and see them - for free. To improve the sound quality, I purchased a headset and microphone for about $4 on my last trip here - a great investment.
Our office also has free long distance, so I try to call my mom each day during my lunch break to check in. I've found a few short check-ins each week makes us both happier than extended periods between phone calls.
Text messaging isn't cheap here, but I can use Google Chat as well - however carrying around my laptop isn't exactly practical. My sister and I email quite a bit; between her desk job and cell phone, it is about as quick as text messaging, but at a fraction of the cost. Add in other emails and Facebook messages, its like I'm just around the corner.
I recently met someone who had over $2,000 USD in cell phone charges on an international trip - my methods of communication is MUCH cheaper, without having to sacrifice. In addition to the means of communication, I'm lucky to have so many loved ones to keep in touch with!
As I sit on my comfy couch watching Glee (don't judge) and the rain pours outside, I am reminded how easy I have it here. In all actuality, I have it pretty easy everywhere I live, but especially here.
On my first trip to Manila, I did a pretty crappy job blogging which left me really disappointed in my commitment to my blog. In fact, I had revived and updated my blog because I was coming here. I think part of the reason I didn't blog enough was life here was too easy. I figured it is a good time to break down my day.
My day starts at 6:30pm when my alarm goes off. You might be surprised by the late hour, but it is really 5:30am central time. After hitting the snooze button several times, I finally get up at 7pm and call transportation to arrange for a car at 8pm. Then its time to shower and get ready for the day. Much like in the states, picking out clothes can be a challenge; it is hot and humid outside but chilly in the training room.
A few minutes before 8, I'm gathering the last of my things before walking for the door to catch the elevator down twelve floors to the lobby. Greeted by the transportation and concierge teams, I quickly sign for my car and wait a few moments for a car to pull up to the front doors. I'm fortunate that Fraser has a covered loading and unloading area so I don't get drenched in monsoon season. I'm serious, 30 seconds in this rain and you are soaked.
I usually make small talk with the driver on the 5-10 minute drive to RCBC Plaza - our office location. While at the vehicle checkpoint, I grab a couple of dollars to tip my driver who pulls into the covered drop-off/pick-up area. I thank him and head inside.
Security checkpoints are standard here and my purse and backpack are inspected. I wouldn't call it a thorough inspection, but they use a chopstick to peek into my purse and unzip one of the pockets of my travel backpack. I walk to the entrance to our tower for another inspection, including a metal detector. Sometimes it feels like my bags aren't inspected very closely and it makes me wonder if I get some sort of blonde-lady exception.
As I walk to the 2nd bank of elevators, I pass by the empty visitors desk for the Australian and Canadian Embassies. At 8pm, they are abandoned, but in the morning I'll see a dozen or so people in line for visas. I travel up to the 39th floor where another security guard checks my bags.
After setting up my computer, I grab my water bottle and return to the ground floor. In addition to the two towers, there is a pedestal with two level over the drop off area with a dozen or more restaurants including a Starbucks, Krispy Kreme and a 7-11 convenience store. Our office limits outside drink containers to prevent spills so I get my grande iced soy latte in my water bottle and a slice of banana bread for breakfast. Its not quite as good as my moms, but it will tide me over until lunch.
I train from 9pm until our lunch break at 1am. Luckily, many of the restaurants in the building and across the street are open until 2 or 3am, so I have my choice of restaurants. Thursday and Friday nights also include a street market where I've enjoyed lechon (crispy pork belly) and Korean bbq ribs.
Back to the classroom from 2-6am and then to the pick-up area for transportation back to the Fraser. I've been spoiled this last week with John and Greg in town; we rode to their amazing hotel for an outstanding breakfast that thankfully serves breakfast and dinner food. Stuffed to the gills, I'd walk or take a cab back to Fraser around 8:30am. The city is pretty busy by this point but my day is nearly over.
I am again greeted at Fraser by transportation and the concierge staff and head back to the twelfth floor. Grabbing the local paper from my doorstep, I read headlines and hear my phone beep that I have wifi signal. Time to boot up my personal computer for phone calls and video chats back home. I watch some television and try to fall asleep by 11:30am; thank goodness for blackout curtains.
So that wraps up an overly-detailed outline of my day; now its time for me to head to bed - I get to sleep in tomorrow!
A Day in Review
Friday, July 20, 2012
As I sit on my comfy couch watching Glee (don't judge) and the rain pours outside, I am reminded how easy I have it here. In all actuality, I have it pretty easy everywhere I live, but especially here.
On my first trip to Manila, I did a pretty crappy job blogging which left me really disappointed in my commitment to my blog. In fact, I had revived and updated my blog because I was coming here. I think part of the reason I didn't blog enough was life here was too easy. I figured it is a good time to break down my day.
My day starts at 6:30pm when my alarm goes off. You might be surprised by the late hour, but it is really 5:30am central time. After hitting the snooze button several times, I finally get up at 7pm and call transportation to arrange for a car at 8pm. Then its time to shower and get ready for the day. Much like in the states, picking out clothes can be a challenge; it is hot and humid outside but chilly in the training room.
A few minutes before 8, I'm gathering the last of my things before walking for the door to catch the elevator down twelve floors to the lobby. Greeted by the transportation and concierge teams, I quickly sign for my car and wait a few moments for a car to pull up to the front doors. I'm fortunate that Fraser has a covered loading and unloading area so I don't get drenched in monsoon season. I'm serious, 30 seconds in this rain and you are soaked.
I usually make small talk with the driver on the 5-10 minute drive to RCBC Plaza - our office location. While at the vehicle checkpoint, I grab a couple of dollars to tip my driver who pulls into the covered drop-off/pick-up area. I thank him and head inside.
Security checkpoints are standard here and my purse and backpack are inspected. I wouldn't call it a thorough inspection, but they use a chopstick to peek into my purse and unzip one of the pockets of my travel backpack. I walk to the entrance to our tower for another inspection, including a metal detector. Sometimes it feels like my bags aren't inspected very closely and it makes me wonder if I get some sort of blonde-lady exception.
As I walk to the 2nd bank of elevators, I pass by the empty visitors desk for the Australian and Canadian Embassies. At 8pm, they are abandoned, but in the morning I'll see a dozen or so people in line for visas. I travel up to the 39th floor where another security guard checks my bags.
After setting up my computer, I grab my water bottle and return to the ground floor. In addition to the two towers, there is a pedestal with two level over the drop off area with a dozen or more restaurants including a Starbucks, Krispy Kreme and a 7-11 convenience store. Our office limits outside drink containers to prevent spills so I get my grande iced soy latte in my water bottle and a slice of banana bread for breakfast. Its not quite as good as my moms, but it will tide me over until lunch.
I train from 9pm until our lunch break at 1am. Luckily, many of the restaurants in the building and across the street are open until 2 or 3am, so I have my choice of restaurants. Thursday and Friday nights also include a street market where I've enjoyed lechon (crispy pork belly) and Korean bbq ribs.
Back to the classroom from 2-6am and then to the pick-up area for transportation back to the Fraser. I've been spoiled this last week with John and Greg in town; we rode to their amazing hotel for an outstanding breakfast that thankfully serves breakfast and dinner food. Stuffed to the gills, I'd walk or take a cab back to Fraser around 8:30am. The city is pretty busy by this point but my day is nearly over.
I am again greeted at Fraser by transportation and the concierge staff and head back to the twelfth floor. Grabbing the local paper from my doorstep, I read headlines and hear my phone beep that I have wifi signal. Time to boot up my personal computer for phone calls and video chats back home. I watch some television and try to fall asleep by 11:30am; thank goodness for blackout curtains.
So that wraps up an overly-detailed outline of my day; now its time for me to head to bed - I get to sleep in tomorrow!
As soon as I got in the car to Fraser place, I knew everything was going to be alright. The friendly driver whisked me just a few blocks away to a familiar home; Fraser.
Immediately I recognized the security guard who inspected the car (standard here) and a big grin washed over my face as the doorman grinned at me - he remembered me! He unloaded my bags onto a cart as I collapsed into a comfy chair at the check-in desk. The Fraser staff did an excellent job of making me feel like a valued guest; welcoming me back and making pleasant small talk. I had arranged for an early check-in at 1pm, but arrived shortly after my noon checkout from Somerset. I was delighted when they told me my apartment had been cleaned early - I could sleep!
I headed towards the elevators to the 12th floor to find my apartment and I could not believe what I saw as I opened the doors. Somehow, my apartment this time is even better than last time! I have a 2 bedroom apartment that has to be near 1300 square feet!
Here is a video tour of my apartment - OH! I found out that door in the kitchen leads to maids quarters, so it is really a 3 bedroom, 4 bathroom apartment!
Tour of my New Apartment
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
As soon as I got in the car to Fraser place, I knew everything was going to be alright. The friendly driver whisked me just a few blocks away to a familiar home; Fraser.
Immediately I recognized the security guard who inspected the car (standard here) and a big grin washed over my face as the doorman grinned at me - he remembered me! He unloaded my bags onto a cart as I collapsed into a comfy chair at the check-in desk. The Fraser staff did an excellent job of making me feel like a valued guest; welcoming me back and making pleasant small talk. I had arranged for an early check-in at 1pm, but arrived shortly after my noon checkout from Somerset. I was delighted when they told me my apartment had been cleaned early - I could sleep!
I headed towards the elevators to the 12th floor to find my apartment and I could not believe what I saw as I opened the doors. Somehow, my apartment this time is even better than last time! I have a 2 bedroom apartment that has to be near 1300 square feet!
Here is a video tour of my apartment - OH! I found out that door in the kitchen leads to maids quarters, so it is really a 3 bedroom, 4 bathroom apartment!
I was totally bummed at Somerset Millennium, and as soon as the car picked me up for Fraser, I had a bit of a skip in my step.
In all fairness, a colleague pointed out that I had made up my mind about Somerset before even arriving in the Philippines and he's not wrong. I knew it wasn't where I wanted to stay, so I wasted no energy looking for things to like during my five night stay. Here is my list of things that will keep me from staying there again.
- Hard beds - My bed was two twin beds pushed together, the first half they had twin-sized fitted sheets, later swapped for a king size sheet. The uneven bed was rock-hard and it was difficult to get a good night of sleep.
- The staff missed several opportunities to deliver good customer service. Upon check-in, I checked if they had set up to bill my employer and they told me no. I advised them it should be set up to bill them (as with every other employee who has stayed here) and they said they would take care of it. Three days before checkout, I ask again and they said no, but they would correct it. I emailed my international relocation department, and they emailed the sales manager. At checkout three days later, they still couldn't figure it out, and then tried to argue with me about included charges like transportation to and from the airport. Checking out was frustrating but worth it because I knew I was leaving.
- This is the big one. Working from 9pm-6am means that I sleep during the day. I made this clear to the front desk and housekeeping staff that checked on me the first day. I was told "no problem." So at 3pm (about 2am central time) I get a call because my "Do Not Disturb" sign is on my door and they want to clean my room. I replied in anger that I was sleeping and the sign, in fact, said "Do Not Disturb." The poor soul on the other end of the line apologized and said it was their policy to call anyone with a Do Not Disturb Sign displayed. I shouted, "I'm sleeping, don't ever call me again."
Somerset Recap
I was totally bummed at Somerset Millennium, and as soon as the car picked me up for Fraser, I had a bit of a skip in my step.
In all fairness, a colleague pointed out that I had made up my mind about Somerset before even arriving in the Philippines and he's not wrong. I knew it wasn't where I wanted to stay, so I wasted no energy looking for things to like during my five night stay. Here is my list of things that will keep me from staying there again.
- Hard beds - My bed was two twin beds pushed together, the first half they had twin-sized fitted sheets, later swapped for a king size sheet. The uneven bed was rock-hard and it was difficult to get a good night of sleep.
- The staff missed several opportunities to deliver good customer service. Upon check-in, I checked if they had set up to bill my employer and they told me no. I advised them it should be set up to bill them (as with every other employee who has stayed here) and they said they would take care of it. Three days before checkout, I ask again and they said no, but they would correct it. I emailed my international relocation department, and they emailed the sales manager. At checkout three days later, they still couldn't figure it out, and then tried to argue with me about included charges like transportation to and from the airport. Checking out was frustrating but worth it because I knew I was leaving.
- This is the big one. Working from 9pm-6am means that I sleep during the day. I made this clear to the front desk and housekeeping staff that checked on me the first day. I was told "no problem." So at 3pm (about 2am central time) I get a call because my "Do Not Disturb" sign is on my door and they want to clean my room. I replied in anger that I was sleeping and the sign, in fact, said "Do Not Disturb." The poor soul on the other end of the line apologized and said it was their policy to call anyone with a Do Not Disturb Sign displayed. I shouted, "I'm sleeping, don't ever call me again."
Today was an awesome day.
I giddily waited for a car to take me to the office, giddily rode to the office, giddily rode the elevator to the 39th floor, giddily collected my badge and giddily went to the 38th floor where I (are you noticing a trend?) giddily reunited with friends I hadn't seen in over a year.
After attacking everyone with hugs, I spent a good part of the day getting caught up on emails from my travels over. I was able to sneak away from my computer long enough for introductions with the new hire class. They are an awesome group, made up of recent college grads mixed with some experienced associates; all of whom have been in training together for the last three weeks.
I will admit that it is a bit intimidating joining a group that has been led by an amazing trainer for the last three weeks - kind of like being the new kid in class. Literally. But the group seems warm and welcoming, so I am hopeful.
After class, I returned to my desk to wrap up those pesky emails and to wait two hours for my appointment with the immigration attorney. As I am not a citizen of the Philippines and my stay is over 21 days, I have to get a work permit that says I'm working in the country legally. That's right, I'm a pesky American, coming into their country and stealing their jobs. Ha!
I returned to the hotel around 9am - I don't remember if I've mentioned it, but I am going to be working nights (US days) so class runs from 9pm-6am. Anyway, I returned to my room to find the room had not been serviced and boy am I a slob. I called for clean towels and (gasp) made my own bed. Its almost like I'm a grown up or something. Almost.
I once again walked to Greenbelt mall for breakfast, this time enjoying Mary Grace, a cute little cafe just a few doors down from Italiani's. I had a Filipino breakfast of Chicken Inasal (grilled chicken) and fresh raspberry tea. The restaurant had cute decor; I loved the sea-shell hydrangeas and the lanterns hung from the lofted ceiling.
Now it's getting late, time for me to turn in; but really excited for another day in the office tomorrow.
First Day in the Office
Thursday, July 12, 2012
Today was an awesome day.
I giddily waited for a car to take me to the office, giddily rode to the office, giddily rode the elevator to the 39th floor, giddily collected my badge and giddily went to the 38th floor where I (are you noticing a trend?) giddily reunited with friends I hadn't seen in over a year.
After attacking everyone with hugs, I spent a good part of the day getting caught up on emails from my travels over. I was able to sneak away from my computer long enough for introductions with the new hire class. They are an awesome group, made up of recent college grads mixed with some experienced associates; all of whom have been in training together for the last three weeks.
I will admit that it is a bit intimidating joining a group that has been led by an amazing trainer for the last three weeks - kind of like being the new kid in class. Literally. But the group seems warm and welcoming, so I am hopeful.
After class, I returned to my desk to wrap up those pesky emails and to wait two hours for my appointment with the immigration attorney. As I am not a citizen of the Philippines and my stay is over 21 days, I have to get a work permit that says I'm working in the country legally. That's right, I'm a pesky American, coming into their country and stealing their jobs. Ha!
I returned to the hotel around 9am - I don't remember if I've mentioned it, but I am going to be working nights (US days) so class runs from 9pm-6am. Anyway, I returned to my room to find the room had not been serviced and boy am I a slob. I called for clean towels and (gasp) made my own bed. Its almost like I'm a grown up or something. Almost.
I once again walked to Greenbelt mall for breakfast, this time enjoying Mary Grace, a cute little cafe just a few doors down from Italiani's. I had a Filipino breakfast of Chicken Inasal (grilled chicken) and fresh raspberry tea. The restaurant had cute decor; I loved the sea-shell hydrangeas and the lanterns hung from the lofted ceiling.
Now it's getting late, time for me to turn in; but really excited for another day in the office tomorrow.
Mabuhay is a traditional Filipino greeting, along the lines of "welcome, we're glad you're here!" Boy am I glad to be here!
Well, I arrived in Manila late last night and was immediately greeted by the humidity and the sounds of a busy city. Upon arrival, I quickly went through immigration and had a new found appreciation for Greg and Roxy who helped me gather my luggage last year; its kind of difficult on your own!
After passing through customs, I found the hotel lounge for the Ascott hotels and waited less than ten minutes for a driver to take me to my hotel. I mentioned before that I was not thrilled to be staying here, and upon check-in, I'm even more grateful that my time at this hotel will be short. My rock hard bed is actually two twin beds pushed together. No big deal, right? Wouldn't be so bad if they had king size bedding on it, instead there are (dirty) overlapping twin comforters.
I quickly checked in with my family and then went right to bed and got a few hours of sleep. This morning I woke up early and took my time showering and getting ready to walk to the mall. One benefit of the Somerset Millennium hotel is its close proximity to Greenbelt mall, where I enjoyed breakfast at a favorite restaurant, Italiani's. I walked around Greenbelt 5 and 1 and purchased a few things I forgot to pack at Watson's pharmacy.
My flights were pretty uneventful. When checking in at Des Moines International Airport, I purchased a 1 day pass to the Delta lounge for $39 bucks, saving $11 from purchasing at the door in Detroit. I hung out in the lounge for several hours, enjoying free coffee and snacks in a comfy chair with free wifi. Deal of the century.
In Detroit, I noticed a guy waiting at my gate who gave me the creeps. Not sure what it was about him, but something was just off. Of course, when I get on the flight, I see he is sitting right behind me. Ugh. The middle seat between my window seat (with extra legroom!) and the aisle seat was free, and the woman next to the creeper asked if she could move up next to me - he had creeped her out too!
Our plane was older, no in-seat movies on-demand, instead we had projectors every 15 rows or so. I watched a few movies on my iPad and dozed off between meals. Honestly, the flight from Detroit to Nagoya didn't seem that bad. Perhaps it was my awesome neck pillow that my friend Saf helped me find! It is inflatable, so I can make it as firm as I want, but it also covered in fleece, so it is comfortable.
Nagoya was exactly how I remembered it, security was fairly easy and within an hour we were back on our flight. The Filipino woman who moved up to the middle seat was able to snag the aisle as its previous occupant stayed in Japan. Another movie and an episode of How I Met Your Mother later, we landed in Manila.
Today, I'm going to lounge around, maybe visit the pool and catch a few hours of sleep before heading into work at 4am.
Mabuhay!
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
Mabuhay is a traditional Filipino greeting, along the lines of "welcome, we're glad you're here!" Boy am I glad to be here!
Well, I arrived in Manila late last night and was immediately greeted by the humidity and the sounds of a busy city. Upon arrival, I quickly went through immigration and had a new found appreciation for Greg and Roxy who helped me gather my luggage last year; its kind of difficult on your own!
After passing through customs, I found the hotel lounge for the Ascott hotels and waited less than ten minutes for a driver to take me to my hotel. I mentioned before that I was not thrilled to be staying here, and upon check-in, I'm even more grateful that my time at this hotel will be short. My rock hard bed is actually two twin beds pushed together. No big deal, right? Wouldn't be so bad if they had king size bedding on it, instead there are (dirty) overlapping twin comforters.
I quickly checked in with my family and then went right to bed and got a few hours of sleep. This morning I woke up early and took my time showering and getting ready to walk to the mall. One benefit of the Somerset Millennium hotel is its close proximity to Greenbelt mall, where I enjoyed breakfast at a favorite restaurant, Italiani's. I walked around Greenbelt 5 and 1 and purchased a few things I forgot to pack at Watson's pharmacy.
My flights were pretty uneventful. When checking in at Des Moines International Airport, I purchased a 1 day pass to the Delta lounge for $39 bucks, saving $11 from purchasing at the door in Detroit. I hung out in the lounge for several hours, enjoying free coffee and snacks in a comfy chair with free wifi. Deal of the century.
In Detroit, I noticed a guy waiting at my gate who gave me the creeps. Not sure what it was about him, but something was just off. Of course, when I get on the flight, I see he is sitting right behind me. Ugh. The middle seat between my window seat (with extra legroom!) and the aisle seat was free, and the woman next to the creeper asked if she could move up next to me - he had creeped her out too!
Our plane was older, no in-seat movies on-demand, instead we had projectors every 15 rows or so. I watched a few movies on my iPad and dozed off between meals. Honestly, the flight from Detroit to Nagoya didn't seem that bad. Perhaps it was my awesome neck pillow that my friend Saf helped me find! It is inflatable, so I can make it as firm as I want, but it also covered in fleece, so it is comfortable.
Nagoya was exactly how I remembered it, security was fairly easy and within an hour we were back on our flight. The Filipino woman who moved up to the middle seat was able to snag the aisle as its previous occupant stayed in Japan. Another movie and an episode of How I Met Your Mother later, we landed in Manila.
Today, I'm going to lounge around, maybe visit the pool and catch a few hours of sleep before heading into work at 4am.
Fifty-six. Fifty-six hours until my flight leaves Des Moines on the first leg of my twenty-seven hour long journey. Fifty-four hours until I need to be at the airport. And I am sitting on my computer and accomplishing very little. There is laundry to do, packing to start, yet I'm perfectly content watching Animal House for the 2nd time today (seriously, who is in charge of television programming?) and editing photos.
My shopping is done, and I've created a pile of things to pack; but I'm not in much hurry. Perhaps I'm too confident in my packing skills, or I'm underestimating the time needed; but I know that nearly anything I forget can be purchased in Manila (or sent by my folks back home).
I'm sure Monday night I'll be kicking myself for putting off so much, but tonight I'm enjoying every minute before I leave. I can't wait to see my friends in Manila and I know the long flight won't be THAT bad :)
Oh! And I'm taking the same flight path as last time, just some different flight times
Procrastination is an Art
Saturday, July 7, 2012
Fifty-six. Fifty-six hours until my flight leaves Des Moines on the first leg of my twenty-seven hour long journey. Fifty-four hours until I need to be at the airport. And I am sitting on my computer and accomplishing very little. There is laundry to do, packing to start, yet I'm perfectly content watching Animal House for the 2nd time today (seriously, who is in charge of television programming?) and editing photos.
My shopping is done, and I've created a pile of things to pack; but I'm not in much hurry. Perhaps I'm too confident in my packing skills, or I'm underestimating the time needed; but I know that nearly anything I forget can be purchased in Manila (or sent by my folks back home).
I'm sure Monday night I'll be kicking myself for putting off so much, but tonight I'm enjoying every minute before I leave. I can't wait to see my friends in Manila and I know the long flight won't be THAT bad :)
Oh! And I'm taking the same flight path as last time, just some different flight times
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