The train is scheduled to leave the central station at 6 in the morning and today’s the first day of transportation strike in Newcastle which means I have to wake up extra early. One eye opened and one eye still closed, I got my lazy ass out of bed and went straight to the fridge to get my ready-to-consume breakfast and put it in the microwave. The room temperature was playing around 1-3 °C. I had chills while staring blankly God knows where waiting for that exciting sound that the oven makes which I expect will snap me out of my still dreaming self. I went back and forth to the bathroom until I am finally ready. Uber’s here. I arrived in the station only to find out that my trip got cancelled. I panicked. I approached a guy who I was hoping is working there during that time. I got lucky. He immediately assisted me and I was informed that I can easily just hop on like a partner train line that will pass by York. Thank goodness I got here and this is exactly where I needed to be.
We all have funny stories to tell and the most interesting ones to hear are the ones where we got in trouble or when things didn’t go according to plan. Cambodia happened and is one good example. We were coming from Ho Chi Minh City bound for Phnom Penh to ride another bus going to Siem Reap. It was when we arrived at the terminal we were informed that our trip got cancelled, and we had to take the midnight trip. It shouldn’t had been an issue if they informed us ahead, even if the notice came in just the day before, but the thing is Giant Ibis in Phnom Penh kept on saying they sent an email yet they can’t show us any proof. We were so disappointed, but we really had no choice but to just see the places around and hang somewhere for hours. Come midnight trip, we hopped on a sleeper bus and we got to Siem Reap the next day before 6 AM, and we had to change plans due to this mishap.
I think every Filipino dreams of going abroad for work, may it just be for a week or for months. Being sent somewhere to attend trainings, meetings, or even work also meant a chance to travel at the same time. That’s exactly what happened to me last year when I flew to the Netherlands and decided to visit the land of Belgian waffles. LOL.