So, I heard there’s this new flight ticket and hotel booking app called Traveloka that my friends have been suggesting me to try. I recently downloaded it and decided to see how it works. And as a result, I booked a one-bedroom suite at Richmonde Hotel Ortigas for a weekend staycation.
When Rowjie and I first learned that I am pregnant, it was blissfully chaotic. It’s still blissful, but less chaotic now. The first trimester was really critical and we were worried all the time. Thankfully, we were able to surpass it all and, as of writing, I am now on my sixth month of pregnancy. That being said, I urged Rowjie that we push through our Boracay trip last December as a stress-reliever. I told him that this may be the last vacation I’d have before or after I give birth to our first-born.
I was heading toward what I thought was the location of the hotel I was looking for when someone yelled at me to call my attention. “Kuya, sa Microtel po,” I responded. The security guard manning the entrance gate politely asked me to come back and handed me a paper. “Pakita niyo lang po yan kapag may sumita sa inyo.” Apparently, unless you’re an employee there with a proper identification card, one cannot just walk around the area without this piece of paper. It was my first time in UP Technohub in Quezon City and didn’t know this policy. And though I felt like someone’s going to shoot me anytime, ironically, I also felt that I…
I had long dreamt of witnessing the world-renowned tubes and barrels of Cloud 9. So when I won a contest by Dispatch Magazine last May 2011 with round trip plane tickets to any local destination I prefer as prize, I, without thinking twice, chose Siargao.
Do you remember how it felt like the first time you did it? Have you really thought about it before doing it? Was it scary? Was it something you won’t forget while you still live? So, how was your first sleeping-in-the-airport experience? It scares me so much that I haven’t tried it yet.