i've been doing a lot of running.
june 27 '05
2pm.
one of my spur-of-the moment decisions was to go to macau. after discussing over "yum cha" with my mission-trip-mates the possibilities of touring it by myself, i suddenly decided to go. besides, it was one of my lifelong dreams. and the timing couldn't be more perfect than today, now that i'm in hongkong. they gave me last-minute tips-- where to get cheap tickets and what to see when i get there.
6:20pm.
i was running towards the ferry terminal to catch the next trip. the travel agencies around the terminal were shouting "going to macau?" and i took the first ticket available. it was a 6:30 trip. i found myself running again to board the jetfoil. i was the last passenger to get in.
8pm.
i arrived macau safe. met my gracious hosts rose and jonathan aquino. their flat offered a breathtaking view of the Macau tower and the new bridge. i couldn't help but go down and stroll along the sidewalk and simply immerse in the beauty of it. tomorrow's gonna be a fast-paced day for me.
june 28 '05
10am.
macanese normally start the day late. as soon as i met my "tour guide", we began walking along the cobblestone streets of san malo.. ruins of st. paul church.. macau museum.. by the time we reached guia fortress and lighthouse, we were practically running. i had to catch a 12-1.30 jetfoil back to HK. we reached the maritime terminal 15 minutes before 1pm. the next trip was 1pm. by that time, i was running to board the ferry again.
2pm.
ate eds was already waiting for me at the port when i reached HK. we had to do last minute shopping and to find the other stuff my sister wanted me to buy. if i wanted to get to my 6pm flight back to the philippines, we had to do everything fast. we were again running to do our shopping, getting lunch, packing my stuff, and heading to the airport.
by the time we got to the airport, the check-in counter was already closed.
what a bummer!!!
after all those running, i missed my flight. :(
i was a chance passenger for the 9pm flight. and i ended up waiting. without even the assurance of getting into the plane back to my country.
8:30pm.
the PAL people were in chaos. seeing if they can still accommodate chance passengers. there were 7 of us waiting. i was praying. praying really hard.
"Miss Cortez!," they beckoned. my number was C1. "We can only accommodate one passenger".
i let out a sigh of relief. oh what favor from God!!!
the ground crew were rushing to get my boarding pass. i had to pay 200hk dollars more. and i was escorted to the gate after passing through immigration. and for the last time today, i was running to board the plane.
i've never ran this frequent and this intense in my entire life before... but it was worth every minute of it!
june 27 '05
2pm.
one of my spur-of-the moment decisions was to go to macau. after discussing over "yum cha" with my mission-trip-mates the possibilities of touring it by myself, i suddenly decided to go. besides, it was one of my lifelong dreams. and the timing couldn't be more perfect than today, now that i'm in hongkong. they gave me last-minute tips-- where to get cheap tickets and what to see when i get there.
6:20pm.
i was running towards the ferry terminal to catch the next trip. the travel agencies around the terminal were shouting "going to macau?" and i took the first ticket available. it was a 6:30 trip. i found myself running again to board the jetfoil. i was the last passenger to get in.
8pm.
i arrived macau safe. met my gracious hosts rose and jonathan aquino. their flat offered a breathtaking view of the Macau tower and the new bridge. i couldn't help but go down and stroll along the sidewalk and simply immerse in the beauty of it. tomorrow's gonna be a fast-paced day for me.
june 28 '05
10am.
macanese normally start the day late. as soon as i met my "tour guide", we began walking along the cobblestone streets of san malo.. ruins of st. paul church.. macau museum.. by the time we reached guia fortress and lighthouse, we were practically running. i had to catch a 12-1.30 jetfoil back to HK. we reached the maritime terminal 15 minutes before 1pm. the next trip was 1pm. by that time, i was running to board the ferry again.
2pm.
ate eds was already waiting for me at the port when i reached HK. we had to do last minute shopping and to find the other stuff my sister wanted me to buy. if i wanted to get to my 6pm flight back to the philippines, we had to do everything fast. we were again running to do our shopping, getting lunch, packing my stuff, and heading to the airport.
by the time we got to the airport, the check-in counter was already closed.
what a bummer!!!
after all those running, i missed my flight. :(
i was a chance passenger for the 9pm flight. and i ended up waiting. without even the assurance of getting into the plane back to my country.
8:30pm.
the PAL people were in chaos. seeing if they can still accommodate chance passengers. there were 7 of us waiting. i was praying. praying really hard.
"Miss Cortez!," they beckoned. my number was C1. "We can only accommodate one passenger".
i let out a sigh of relief. oh what favor from God!!!
the ground crew were rushing to get my boarding pass. i had to pay 200hk dollars more. and i was escorted to the gate after passing through immigration. and for the last time today, i was running to board the plane.
i've never ran this frequent and this intense in my entire life before... but it was worth every minute of it!
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