Women's Section at the MRT

I got to ride the MRT today. It was a nice surprise that there's finally a women's section in the MRT.

I always thought that was necessary and it's nice to finally see it implemented. At least someone is thinking somewhere out there where the powers are.

I visited friends today... and felt what it means to "come home."

Homecoming, of Sorts 2

The Partas bus dropped us off at the Victory Liner station/ stop over at Sison. I thought that was convenient - at least the way Partas was able to arrange it.

It was raining when we got to Baguio. And that was three weeks ago. It's still raining now, although I heard a flicker of sun has finally come to my beloved hometown. Six weeks previous to my arrival it was already raining - everyday!

One guy said it was "deppressing" and that two more weeks of that will make him crazy. Two weeks of rain in Baguio made arriving in Quezon City quite refreshing. Although I love the rain, really - but it's weather that makes you want to stay home - and I had "business" to attend to.

There was a slight sense of disorientation when I was trying to look for a place. I actually got lost and got stressed trying to orient myself. Watching TV wasn't so disorienting. It's like you haven't left at all. Same shows, same TV personalities. Same drama formats.

So I'm back.

Now, what's next?

Homecoming, of Sorts

I’m back.
At least back in the Philippines.
I arrived at the Diosdado Macapagal International Airport at Clark on an Air Asia flight from the Kuala Lumpur International Airport - Low Cost Carrier Terminal (KLIA – LCCT). I had to spell that out because the words are a story in themselves.
Clark Kent and I spent the night at the airport. Like camping. We figured to buy a sleeping bag instead of staying a half night in a hotel. It was fun. Company matters though. The last time I did that (staying overnight at the airport) at the KLIA – LCCT, I just sat on one of the chairs through the whole night. I tried lying down on the rows of chairs… but I got up every now and then anyway.

Partas and Philtranco buses are already waiting at the Clark airport. There are attendants right before the exit doors and arriving travelers can ask information from them or make arrangements. The Partas buses go to Laoag, Ilocos and it’s probably the Philtranco buses that go to Manila. After buying a ticket from the attendant, I sat at the waiting area. Someone calls out that “Yung mga sasakay ng Partas, nandito na po ang bus” and that was my cue to drag my luggage to the bus. Passengers are allowed to bring the trolleys up to where the bus is.

I sat with a returning OFW from Singapore who came in from a Tiger Airways flight and who was also going home to Baguio.

Detachment in Process

My body was psyched to go see museums around Banda Aceh today. However, I have to do some of the dirty work that comes with travel, so here I am in an internet café checking for flight schedules. This is research work, really.

Music is playing overhead but they seem to have their playlist on shuffle I get a dose of hard earsplitting rock for five minutes and then a slow, mellow ballad after, and then a hip hop number. I suspect that this combination plus the insecticidal lotion I have on my arms and hands to ward off mosquitoes are giving me a headache.