Just four days after my Ho Chi Minh,Vietnam trip, I flew by myself to South Korea for a 4-days short vacation with
my sister. The whole flight was filled wtih shilly-shallying feelings of what ifs and buts. But with full “I needed this trip” conviction, I just engrossed myself with music
to dismiss all those uncertainties.
This time around, I made sure I have a
pen at hand. I also photocopied my
documents especially my passport and plane ticket. But as always, especially at foreign land, things
unfolded like a bombshell.
I alighted from the plane as if I knew
the whereabouts of the airport but to my surprise, it was far-off expectations. I was in no hurry to enter the terminal building,
I told myself to take the time. But once
inside, I found myself alone... Oh no,
what to do and where to go now! I
see no attendant or information desk around.
All I saw was a closed glass door of what looked like train railings
inside. I said, what the heck is a train
doing here? Well, thankfully, a new
batch of passengers arrived. This time
around, I kept close, went with the flow and hurried as well as they rush to
the main terminal. Whew!
Luckily I passed the immigration
officer softly and without inquiries, maybe the business visa was a factor. After the immigration line, I stayed by the outdoor waiting area. Ahh!
come what may... Maybe sister will just
fetch me here.
Minutes gone by quickly
and it was already an hour and no sign of my dear sister. By that time, I was already wobbly and failed to catch the words of the person beside me. I said hah!
and he smiled in reply. He noticed my being lost and helpless. He was
offering his phone so I can call my fetcher.
Deep inside I said, how I wish I have her number... I gently said its okay she’s on her way... Grrrr... It
was then that I realized that I was shivering not just of anxiety but of
coldness as well. So I put my warmer and
played the music again.