First of all, I want to say thank you to all of you who commented Post 1 on my FB wall. However, I would really appreciate it if you guys can leave your comment in the comment box found below every post in my blog. In that way, I can always read back all the comments regarding a particular post and return to you should it is needed. Anyway, again, thanks for the time spent in reading my post. I really hope you guys enjoyed it.
So yeah, this is Post 2 of my journey. Where did I stop? Oh, okay. Before I start this, I just want to correct something from my previous post. It was not a 5 hour 25 minutes' flight but a 4 hour 25 minutes' flight (correction had been made to Post 1) due the changing time zone in Tokyo which is actually 1 hour ahead from The Philippines (Malaysia and The Philippines have the same time zone). Sorry for the inaccurate details. So, coming back to Delta 747-400, it has a personal monitor where you can watch movies, play games, listen to musics and many other things that I don't have time to be occupied with. It even has a tracking location of your flight, like a map from your departure location to your destination, details like how fast the plane is going, how many meters you are from land and etc. I'm sorry, I just need to tell all these because this was my first time experience this kind of the so called flight atmosphere.
We were given 1 breakfast menu and snacks while on the flight and it was really good. Like really really good. Thumbs up Delta. Each row has 10 seats, each 3 at the left and right side of the plane and 4 in the middle. I was seated at the corner end to the right of the middle seat near the aisle. I don't really know how many seats were there altogether but I'm guessing maybe 500-700, I'm not sure. Just imagine this, I was in the middle of Zone 3, a bit further at the back from Zone 1 and 2 and of course the Business Elite Class so all together, there were 4 zones and each zone has 20 rows more or less except for Business Elite. I fell asleep several times, watch a couple of movies which I just let it 'watch' me sleeping. It was actually more to a nap I would say because I need to keep my 'sleepiness' for my next flight, to avoid heavy jet lag, or at least I think it that way, which was not even close to being a fact! You will know what happened next. I reached Narita at about 1.15 p.m., Japan time.
A quick look on Narita International Airport, almost everybody speaks Japanese. Well of course they would, it's Japan, I corrected myself! Silly me. Okay, what I'm trying to say is, I was mesmerized by my surroundings. I only heard a little bit of live speaking-Japanese-people from some Japanese friends I met back home, I said to myself, and from TV and movies, but standing in the middle of a real Japanese crowd really gets me going. Immediately after exiting the plane, we were told that for connecting flight, we have to check-in first before doing anything around the airport. Nervous and excited, I followed the attendant who brought us to our next check-in counter. And through a crowd of lined up people, I began realizing that I was really worn out. Yes, I was tired. You see, I did not sleep at all while waiting for my flight at the Philippines Airport. Approaching the Immigration Check In, I also realized that I need to take my shoes and belt off. So I've read, I said to myself again. No problem at all while crossing the metal detector (I would love to call this 'any-metal-is-weapon' detector because I crossed this dozen of times after and it irritates me a lot) and I freely engaged in touring the boarding area, well, after I put on my shoes and belt of course.
It was a 3 hour layover and I was really keen to see what the outside looks like so I went out of the airport and it got me. It was 16 degrees and I was only wearing a T and jeans! Toured a bit and I decided to put Japan on my next travel list. Well of course since everyone looks like Maria Ozawa! Haha
Took my express lunch (I know lunch will be served on my next flight) inside the airport, need to re-cross the metal detector again (taking off shoes and belt, really?!) and waited for my next flight. Oh yes, Narita Airport receives USD notes.
And did I mention that most of the flight attendants on my Manila-Narita flight (steward stewardess we called them) are erm, seniors? Well good for them! Well done Delta, you have my respect!
Narita, Japan to Portland, Oregon, US.
I am going quick on this since most of my experience on 747-400 was similar except for a few things. It was a 10-11 hour flight and we boarded a Delta 767-400ER. The 10-11 hours, apparently, the original travel hour is supposed to be 11 hours plus-plus (plus-plus, really?!) but we reached Portland quarter pass 10 hours of journey.
Food? Nice! 1 Lunch, 1 Dinner, 1 Breakfast, snacks all through (on demand)
Monitor in front of the seat? None but we have a big monitor in front.
Flight attendants? Multiracial. Multi erm, size. And of course, multi-age. (Okay, let me clarify on this; I remember a Japanese male attendant, I remember a Filipino lady attendant, white and not so white attendants, I remember seeing a couple of seniors attendants and one, erm, very healthy male attendant - please, I'm just describing. Again, thumbs up Delta. You have my genuine respect!
Bumpiness? Every now and then. Terrifying man!
Journey: You. Seating there. For 10 hours. I know right?!
I sat next to a guy from China, who asked me a few times about filling in the Immigration Form, near the aisle of the left side seat of the plane. It has 7 seats in a row, both 2 at the left and right side and 3 at the middle. I fell asleep the first hour I was on the plane, watch a little bit of TV, read, fell sleep again, eat a couple of times, went to the lavatory a few times but the last 3 hours was a misery. I was awake the whole time. There was no movie playing. It's dark (don't want to switch on my reading lamp). Not in the mood to read anymore and not in the mood to eat at all. All I can think of is sleeping but I just couldn't. Jet lag, I tell myself.
I left Narita at 3.30 p.m. October 13 and reached Portland at 8.30 a.m, still October 13.
Time difference, e.g:
Time writing this post (Malaysia): 3:06 p.m., 5th of November
Oregon: 11:06 p.m., 4th of November.
How long has it been? 10, 11 months? There's a lot to write actually
but I can't seem to put it in writings. And this one too, it's just hard
to find a moment of self-realization to begin walking down the memory
lanes. Yes, I've been writing and I used to love writing; it's a way for
me to talk about something, or anything. But all writing forms that I'm
currently doing are all academics. Forgive me, but it was not fun at all and
slowly, my passion for writing seems to fade. I hope by writing this
post, I could, again, help myself to love what I used to love doing.
To start this post, I recently I went on a trip to Vancouver, Canada. Located in
Western Canada, in British Columbia to be exact. I am not going to talk
about Vancouver in this post, not just yet, but I am going to chinwag
the journey that I have undergone until I reach my main destination.
Kota Kinabalu to Manila
You see, flying to Vancouver is not that cheap, to be honest. So
trying to minimize the cost, I booked 2 different airlines, with few
layovers along the journey. There are many routes going to Canada
actually but at the time of my booking, these airlines were the
cheapest. First, I flew with Cebu Airlines from BKI (Kota Kinabalu) to
MNL (Manila) and it took about 2 hours and 10 minutes. This was the first time I witnessed flight Attendants organizing games on a flight!
I landed at Ninoy
Aquino International Airport (NAIA) Terminal 3, a new terminal among 4
terminals in that airport. In order to catch my 2nd flight, I need to go
to Terminal 1. All the terminals are not located near to each other so to go to a particular terminal, you have to take either a taxi which
cost you more or you can take the bus, like what I did.
It is not free contrary to what was posted in many forums regarding this
airport. I stumbled upon a comment in a forum saying that it was not free anymore (used to be free) and I can confirm this now. However, please note that it did not leave every 15 minutes, at least in my case, the driver decided to fill in the bus with people. I waited for 40 minutes before the bus made its way so if you are in a rush, taxi will be your best option considering the traffic in Manila (from one terminal to the other, you bound to experience the streets of Metro Manila). It was another 30 minutes or so before I reach Terminal 1. It was not that far but yes, we were caught in a traffic jam!
I reached Terminal 1 at about 10 p.m. (I reached Terminal 3 at about 8.10 p.m., interrogated for about 5 minutes by the immigration officers and was out of the airport at about 8.30 p.m.) Then it begins, the long hour of waiting for my next flight at 7.50 a.m. the next day. Believe me when I say, Manila Airport is not the airport you want to spend the night at especially Terminal 1.
Manila to Narita, Tokyo
I checked in at about 5 a.m. with Delta Airlines and waited inside the boarding area. I managed to performed a little bit of 'body-washing' when I was still at the waiting area. It's just too strict in Manila Airport!
Upon check in, an officer again interrogated me and this time, it was a little bit tough. I was asked to put down my hand carry bags of which I have two, a travel bag and a small sling bag for my documents and my books. The lady interrogated me with these questions:
1. Where did you stay in the Philippines? Here, at the airport.
2. When did you reach the Philippines? Last night.
3. Where do you want to go? Vancouver, Canada.
4. What is the purpose of your visit to Canada? Visiting a friend.
5. Where in Canada does your friend lives at? Salsbury, Vancouver.
6. How long will you be staying in Canada? 2 weeks
7. May I see your passport, your boarding pass and your travel document? Yes - handing her all of that.
8. May I see your return itinerary? Yes. (Showing my returning flight schedule in a book - I have pasted and sticked all my traveling documents in a book so I don't need to hold sheet of papers). Nodding and looking at me.
9. Where did you learn to put all your traveling documents like this? (still looking at the book, flipping page by page) - a friend of mine, she doesn't like to hold many papers.
10. Okay. (Giving the book back to me). Who prepare all of your bags? I did.
11. While you were waiting for this flight, did anyone give you anything that is now inside of your bags? No, nobody gives me anything.
12. Just a word of advice, please do not accept anything from any people that you need to put inside your bag or carry with you on the plane. This way sir, you are free to go. Have a nice flight. - Thanks. Nod and smile.
I did not expect that!
At least not until I reach the US.
First time boarding a Delta (first time on a 747-400), it was quite an experience. The Business Elite looks so comfy and luxurious but I was in the Economy class :( wish I was repositioned there, haha.
To learn more about the flight, I leave the details for Google to help you guys out.
Okay, weird heading right? Haha Bought myself a couple of dvds yesterday and when I asked the guys selling it whether or not it is clear as in the original dvds, they said yes. Got home and watched the dvds then boom!
It was indeed clear. Indeed.
But hold on, I can't seem to be hearing clearly. I adjusted my speakers' volume. Same. Not enunciative enough. Okay fine. So I adjusted my speakers' level afterward, still the same. That's what you get when you bought pirated dvds, I said to myself. It's okay, I said again, I can always turn on the subtitle.
And I thought my Grammar sucks! I can do better than the translator. I can construct better sentence structures, used more suitable vocabularies and I am better at spelling them. Goodness mercy!
Yeah, that's what you get when you bought pirated dvds. It's cheaper, we all know that, and some privileged individuals would be fortunate enough to find the good ones. But trust me, the original might be more expensive but it's always better in quality. Besides, you will learn to appreciate it more.
Moral of the story, choose wisely. Better yet, buy the originals!
Back when I was a kid, I don't really have neighbours to play with. My elder brothers and sister were too grown up for me to play with so I usually play on my on. We do have neighbours actually but the nearest to go to took about 10 minutes.
Maybe I was tired of playing my soldier men and my lorry truck alone so I went to my neighbour's house to play with their kids. I brought all my toys with me and put it in my bag. When I reached my neighbour's house, I saw a few kids playing around the house. Smiling and laughing to each other. They stopped when the saw me. Kind enough, they asked me to join their game of police and thief.
A moment later, I think it was my friend's sister that interrupted us. She said, in her music class, she learn how to whistle and can whistle any song she wanted to. We were amazed as little children and try to whistle as well. None of us could and she try teaching us my showing us the placement of tongue and shaping of the lips, but still, no one can make a sound. She left us after a few minutes and we started playing the toys that I have.
It was late in the afternoon when I decided to go back. I was walking alone and suddenly remember the whistle lesson we have earlier so I begin to shape my lips and place my tongue correctly while walking home but I still couldn't produce any sound. I kept on trying. I can imagine how it feels like producing a tune with your lips and mouth. I could walk around with music of my own and I will not feel that lonely. I wanted to be able to whistle so bad.
I can see my house from a distance so I started to walk slower in pace. I started to forget that I was heading home but I was still walking. Remember how beautiful it was listening to my friend's sister whistle makes me wanted to try even harder. All the beautiful sounds you can make with your lips. It must be so nice. Then snap. I was actually day dreaming while walking.
But wait. I'm whistling. I am actually whistling. I can hear something from my mouth. I'm so happy that I smile to myself. A little excitement fills my whole body and I beginning to run. Then I stopped, shaping my lips and placing my tongue again, and blow. Nothing came out. Try again. Nothing.
I thought I could whistle. Which I did. I swear. But I was disturbed by my own excitement. I was not focused enough. I lost it. Not until a few days later that I can really make up sound with my lips. But after trying and practicing really hard. My whistle are loud and clear now and I can make sound of any song.
This story might seems simple but the lessons and the values I have learned grew up with me and I remember every inch of it; how I learn to whistle... Hehehe
p/s: no, i'm not talking whistling like Mariah Carey okay..
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