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Ready jet set, go (Part 1)

I have always wanted to travel. Run away from the crowd, see places, meet new people, pretend I’m another ‘me’, dine, relax, break out from daily mill, and my favorite part is just look around and mentally describe people in English. Try the last part. It’s fun.

 My first annual vacation provided just that.

Well, almost.

Running away from the crowd – Riyadh’s King Khalid  International Airport is never a safe place if you wish to avoid people getting into your face.  There were faces all over – within two inches radius. I stand less than 5 feet so I got to smell that…that axilla part. Thank God I survived.

The place was dark despite the lights because of the humongous cargoes and dark napes blocking every stray light. All check in counters accommodated all passengers for different airlines. Given the density of the crowd and only a few check-in staff, I was so restless I might end up in Sri Lanka or India.

Especially not in Sri Lanka.

To the Sri Lankan government, forgive me. This only goes to 10-15 people who while on queue rudely pushed pushed pushed me around bruising my gastrocnemius muscle, increased my blood pressure, stepped on my Fila, ran over my luggage, consumed my HUgo Boss and turned my rude button on.  By the way, if you call those blanket-and-rope-bound-colossal-square-things as pieces of luggage, look at me rude people. You are wrong.

Believe me the sizes were vertiginous they could overload spacecrafts.

I was in preppy mood. And nice. I turned around, and said “Please stop”. But you did not stop. I turned around again glowered. You were oblivious. I kicked your enormous cargoes and screeched ‘STOP!’ You ignored.

I needed to vent so I sent messages to friends telling them I was being surrounded by slum dogs. 

I was relieved.


February 25, 2010 Posted by | Travels | , , , , , | 1 Comment


I was born in the Philippines and the only foreign country I have been to  is KSA. That makes two if I have to count my one-boring-hour stopover in Malaysia en route to Riyadh, which doesn’t really count because that moment Kuala Lumpur was really nothing but a picture of evening lights right through  my window seat. I have always wanted see places but work A and work B (full-time and part-time job) some years ago prevented me from booking a flight to another cosmos where people are more quiet, air is fresh and with almost zero traffic.

So I ended up here in my cozy room, in a comfortable villa, in a nice compound in metropolitan Riyadh — not to getaway from work but to work –again. I have annual vacations which I promised to spend to see other places outside the 2,217,949 square kilometers dessert sand. Romantic Paris, al dente Italy, sporty Cardiff, crowned London, modern Dubai, religious Rome, clock-ticking Germany are just few among the many interesting neighboring destinations waiting for my passport. (I think I can write fiction haha!) And colorful Brazil, too! They make the world’s best flip-flops and I can brag I have a pair which I almost laminated  due to its heartbreaking price.

I have yet to receive a call or email from an ambassador of some sort from some distant touristy place but my luggage is still patiently waiting for some packing up. It has been sitting between my closet and laundry basket ready to be filled with necessities from either side.

Since I have a few months left before my annual vacation, my only consolation is that when the wind blows, I imagine smelling Switzerland. Hmm.

February 25, 2010 Posted by | Travels | , , , , , , , | Leave a comment