From the Midwest redneck author of "The Rooster Crows at 4am!," "Lizard Poop!," and "The Philippines Expat Advisor"
It’s Going To Be One Bumpy Flight to Cebu!
Last post dealt with my arrival at the Iloilo airport and passing through the first wave of security on my way to the Cebu airport, the Mactan Cebu International Airport. After getting patted down and having my luggage scanned (which only consisted of a small battered, 30-year-old American Tourister briefcase that I had packed an extra t-shirt and boxers in), I headed for Gate 6 on the facility's third floor and paid the standard P200 ($4.57 US Dollars) terminal fee for domestic flights.
I couldn't recall if the third floor lounge area had any places to purchase a snack or a meal (I'm 58 years old, Ok?) Since I hadn't eaten since early in the morning, I decided to go to a Mr. Donut stand because I didn't feeling like going through the third floor security area and having to backtrack if there were no facilities once I get past the armed guards.
Had a ham/cheese/bacon sandwich wrapped in cellophane that reminded me of fare offered at service stations when I was on the road back home. The friendly clerk nuked my sandwich and the total cost, along with a can of Coke and a Chocolate Bavarian donut, was only 85 pesos. Since I was starving, the sandwich didn't taste too bad.
Bought a copy of the Manila Bulletin and headed for the security personnel. Had to put my briefcase, along with my shoes this time, on the conveyor belt to be scanned again. I set off an alarm (I always forget to take off a gold dragon's head necklace my wife gave me years ago), but the guards were not overly concerned, and let me pass after a quick pat down. I thought with my black U.S. Army t-shirt emblazoned with skulls and the words “Never Accept Defeat”, along with my menacing beard, I would get more of a security check. I was kind of disappointed.
After a couple of hours of waiting, we were able to board our flight to the Cebu airport. As we walked along the tarmac, I spied our little turbo prop plane waiting for us. A young Filipino man walking in front of me exclaimed that he never had been on such a small aircraft. I remarked to him that it was going to be a bumpier ride than what he is used to, and that my asawa (wife) absolutely dreads flying on these.
I don't think my words comforted him any, and little did I realize how prophetic my words would be. We soon leave the runway at Iloilo airport, little knowing how much unwanted excitement we would be soon having. Hope you will check out that story in my next post as I continue my adventure to Cebu.