A DIFFERENT PERSPECTIVE
March 15th 2009 00:00
Breakfast at the airport. Lunch at the airport. Dinner at the airport. Breakfast at the airport. Lunch at the airport. Dinner at the airport...
Those first four words: Breakfast at the airport, used to sound very exciting (to me, at least). It used to come after an almost sleepless night. You couldn't sleep because of excitement. You are going to a new place for the first time and your expectations are high.
Of course, it doesn't hurt that while having that breakfast your eyes feast on unending sights of wonderfully sculptured faces and well trimmed figures of flight stewardesses passing by.
Never mind that you are not joining them in their flights as you are booked on low budget airlines and they normally go to attend to the high flyers. Those travelers who burn money faster than their jets, or Business Class airlines, burn fuel.
After a while, however, all those beautiful sights (people and places) become ordinary sights.You kinda get used to them.
The transformation becomes faster when you found yourself having... Breakfast at the airport. Lunch at the airport. Dinner at the airport - on your way to some destination where you'd already been and still coming back for the nth time.
Oh, you better believe that I AM NOT Tom Hanks in that movie “The Terminal” and I don't live in an airport.
So, how come I end up having breakfast, lunch and dinner at the airport? Quite simple. They (bosses in our company) send me everywhere so often that sometimes, even before I can complete the tasks assigned to me in one place, I will receive a call (from the office of course) asking me when I am coming back...
Nope. That won't be because they are missing me already. It would almost always be because a plane ticket to another destination has to be booked in advance and the ticket will be secured and waiting for me even before I board my return flight from another place!
Talk about living in a luggage.
I've got this feeling that I've known all our domestic terminals (we have three in Manila alone) more intimately than Tom Hanks have known his airport in that movie...
But going back to my topic...
When you travel frequently, you get to see things from a different perspective almost everytime. I mean, literally and figuratively. Like the pic of Taal Volcano below... the last pic I saw of Taal Volcano from the air is that of Google Earth.
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The day before I took the picture of Calapan Port shown above, I was in that port driving my vehicle into a roll-on roll-off ship.
Now, if only for those different perspectives, I suppose I wouldn't mind eating breakfast, lunch and dinner at the airport for quite sometime.
New perspectives are refreshing to the soul, I guess.
Those first four words: Breakfast at the airport, used to sound very exciting (to me, at least). It used to come after an almost sleepless night. You couldn't sleep because of excitement. You are going to a new place for the first time and your expectations are high.
Of course, it doesn't hurt that while having that breakfast your eyes feast on unending sights of wonderfully sculptured faces and well trimmed figures of flight stewardesses passing by.
Never mind that you are not joining them in their flights as you are booked on low budget airlines and they normally go to attend to the high flyers. Those travelers who burn money faster than their jets, or Business Class airlines, burn fuel.
After a while, however, all those beautiful sights (people and places) become ordinary sights.You kinda get used to them.
The transformation becomes faster when you found yourself having... Breakfast at the airport. Lunch at the airport. Dinner at the airport - on your way to some destination where you'd already been and still coming back for the nth time.
Oh, you better believe that I AM NOT Tom Hanks in that movie “The Terminal” and I don't live in an airport.
So, how come I end up having breakfast, lunch and dinner at the airport? Quite simple. They (bosses in our company) send me everywhere so often that sometimes, even before I can complete the tasks assigned to me in one place, I will receive a call (from the office of course) asking me when I am coming back...
Nope. That won't be because they are missing me already. It would almost always be because a plane ticket to another destination has to be booked in advance and the ticket will be secured and waiting for me even before I board my return flight from another place!
Picture of Calapan Port as viewed from the sky
Talk about living in a luggage.
I've got this feeling that I've known all our domestic terminals (we have three in Manila alone) more intimately than Tom Hanks have known his airport in that movie...
But going back to my topic...
When you travel frequently, you get to see things from a different perspective almost everytime. I mean, literally and figuratively. Like the pic of Taal Volcano below... the last pic I saw of Taal Volcano from the air is that of Google Earth.
I snapped this one (at about 27,000 feet) before I dozed off in my flight to Bacolod, Negros Occidental
.
The day before I took the picture of Calapan Port shown above, I was in that port driving my vehicle into a roll-on roll-off ship.
Now, if only for those different perspectives, I suppose I wouldn't mind eating breakfast, lunch and dinner at the airport for quite sometime.
New perspectives are refreshing to the soul, I guess.
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Comment by Anonymous
The way you were talking in your blog I thought you were travelling to Delhi, Moscow, Frankfurt, Monaco and Miami not the same old phil culture which looks and sounds the same to me wherever i go ( videoke and agricultural subsistence poverty, poor food and non information but an entertainment mindless society) except for places like Salcedo village and Green belt in Makati, Alabang and Quezon City.
By the way the smart money is now on a market bottom around june of S P 500 600 or lower.
Regards,
British Bulldog.
Comment by Market Newbie
Gizmo Peek
Stock Market Punk
Speaking about the market, I have long stopped waiting for the bottom. I was buying selectively and made a few cents in the duldrums of the local market, though I missed the peak (I wasn't gunning for it) of MER which went to 126 from 53, I believe. I sold it a bit early and was happy for it.
Thanks for dropping by.