Bored to Death at Manila International Airport

I am in the Philippines waiting for our flight to Haneda, Tokyo, in another two hours and let me tell you, Manila International Airport is hella boring!

So far, I have had brownies crisp, a not-so-mini almond croissant, and a sad hot tea from the only food stall that accepts credit cards. Then why does it called Manila International Airport??

And there is no bookstore! That’s just utterly wrong. Even the plain Melbourne Airport has two bookstores. Speaking of Melbourne airport, the Manila International Airport also doesn’t have a bar. How do you spend time here without beer or a book?

That’s three strikes for me.

Fafa, on the other hand, didn’t need three. The minute we landed, he told me we would never go through Manila International Airport again whenever we travel. Under a different circumstance, under most circumstances, I’d argue with him. But this time, I must agree with him. It’d be a meagre chance of us coming back here.

You would think we, fellow third-world countries people, would have a better understanding of the airport. But by God, even some of our not-capital-city airports are better than this.

I have been eyeing their local snacks, though. Some look so interesting that I am curious to try, but I have no Peso because why would I if I was just passing through?

The flight from Melbourne to here has been uneventful except for the nauseating last half-hour because of the gloomy, cloudy weather. I managed to sleep most of the flight because I didn’t sleep much the night before. I also half-read and finished the Train Man book — I didn’t like it at all.

Ps. Toilet is clean.

Pps. A highlight of this stopover was seeing a beautiful landscape with a rainbow minutes before landing in Manila.

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