Killing Time: Manila Airport.

It is currently 4am on the 2nd of January and I have just arrived in Manila, The Philippines.
I didn’t think I would make it.
It took me 4 hours to get to the Airport from my home in Waihi Beach, when it should only take 1.5-2 hours. There had been a nasty crash on State Highway 2 and the diversions were poor due to the heavy rain and wind. But I made it, I broke my shoes and didn’t get a chance to say goodbye to my beloved, but at least I made it.
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The flight itself was eventful too, the poor little boy next to me couldn’t contain the motion sickness and began to vomit profusely until we were finally at cruising altitude. He did well though, I gave him my piece of cake and he wolfed that down so I assumed he was fine after that.
Then about an hour before landing I wake up to a thump next to me and look down to find a woman unconscious. My fellow passengers looked just as puzzled as I did, some through a blanket on her and a couple of pillows but I could see no one really knew what was going on so I got up, called the flight attendants and checked her vitals. She gained consciousness and was able to give me details but admitted she just got up to go to the bathroom and then woke up looking at me. We called for a Doctor or Nurse (as they usually do) but none were on board. She hadn’t had anything to eat or drink for about 6 hours so we took her blood pressure and it was 90/60mmHg. Textbook really. Once we got her sorted and back to her seat we were about to land, so the Paramedics came aboard and took over after that.
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The second leg of the trip wasn’t as nearly as eventful thankfully. I dozed in and out of disturbed sleep and stretched my legs in-between. Still managed to disembark with swollen ankles and sausage toes.

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Now I am waiting. I have two options, first is to stay at the airport where security is guaranteed and the internet works and wait the 7 hours for my colleague Rotana to arrive , or head out to find our hostel by myself. Which is most likely the option I will go with once the sun rises. I don’t know too many people who appreciate being woken up at 4am by a foreigner who doesn’t speak the language. So I will wait, and kill time.
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