Perhaps he universe wanted me to be more hyped over this Cebu trip, so he played a trick on me.
I don’t regularly check my emails, but I did on a Friday night, around 10 PM. Opened the wrong account for the one I’m looking for, but the right one to receive the message from Cebu Pacific: You have been rebooked to a later flight.
It was almost an hour of fighting the urge to flip everything and everyone, but after almost 30 minutes of arrangement, we got a 3 AM flight instead of a 9:30 AM which was our original time.
By the time I finished the transaction, it was already 11:30 in the evening, I was not finished packing and I had no sleep yet. I had to be with my friends at 1:30 to go to the airport and check in by 2 AM.
Anyhow, we survived everything. Flight was smooth, I was able to catch some Zs while in transit, and Cebu welcomed us with gloomy skies.
I caught myself at the brink of crying and my heart clenched a bit when I was walking at the airport and seeing ground crews.
I remember dad.
He used to work at the airport. He used to wear those neon-colored vests probably or the neon-colored jumper, and he used to ride those trucks for the plane’s fuel. I wondered how he moved around as a ground’s man. Every single personen with a vest reminded me of Dad.
I knew then, I’m always going to have mixed feelings being at the airport.
Anyhow, later we had breakfast at Chowking and planned from there. By around 9 AM, we got a deal to visit some islands in Mactan to snorkel and swim.
I’m not big on waters, but I like what nature shows me from beaches or inside a boat, so I’d still say it was a great experience.
The water was very clean and clear, so it was easy to spot fish and other children of the ocean even without disturbing them in the water.
After leaving the area of Lapu-lapu going into Cebu City, I noticed that the jeeps are different from the ones in Manila. They like small owner-typed jeepneys, so they are narrower inside.
They are pained in solid colors of red, green, blue, etc. and absent of the details of a traditional jeep. A local explained that it’s not because of the jeepney policy which is a national issue now, it’s just what it had always been in Cebu. It’s a unique flavor of the place then.
I also noticed that the Uber drivers are really friendly. I guess they are used to the tourists. Actually, most of the people we have interacted with so far are really friendly! Also, there’s this lingering familiarity of Manila, but when I started hearing Cebuano everywhere, I’m reminded that I’m indeed in a trip in the Visayas.
So over all, I like this trip so far. 🙂