The last few days have been filled with airplane rides, sore butts, flight delays and travel mishaps.
But, all is well.
Normally, I’d freak out about things going off course but today, I am OK. I’m in a city I’ve never been to before, and even though we’re supposed to be on a beach in Bali by now, a coffee shop in Manilla will have to do for now.
We were supposed to leave Honolulu yesterday at 11 a.m. and our flight got delayed until 3 p.m. Not only that, our flight time was 10 hours and 40 minutes. I’m usually an easy traveler — I just read and/or sleep the entire time — but the middle seat had other uncomfortable plans for me. Thankfully, I got to sit next to my guy the whole time and we watched Netflix and I felt safe enough to spread out and get comfortable, to a certain extent.
We finally reached our first stop, Manila at around 8 p.m. and we’re on our way to our next flight when Customs stopped us. In order to get into Indonesia, your passport needs to be valid for the next six months. Jesse’s expires in five.
I know what you’re thinking, do your due diligence, you two are horrible at planning trips, yada yada. Well, we didn’t. We spent a couple of hours at Manila’s airport getting our luggage, trying to schedule a new flight for the following day, and planning our trip to the U.S. Embassy to get everything squared away.
In any other situation, with any other person, I’d probably be pissed, but I find it funny. We arrived in Manila at 9 p.m., Saturday, spent a couple of hours at the airport getting our bags and finding a nearby hotel; opted for a cheap airport hotel, which is kind of ghetto but manageable, and tried to get some sleep but there was a crazy thunderstorm last night! Then, we woke up at 6:30 a.m. Sunday morning, to find our way to the U.S. Embassy to get everything squared away.