So I’m here at Manilla airport, the first time I’ve even been in Philippines (technical or otherwise), and it’s nice that they have wireless internet here. One of the things that constantly remind me how pervasive technology is, is how badly I started craving internet connectivity once I touched down. Facebook, Yahoo (dare I even put Facebook before my email these days?), ESPN, Soccernet… The list goes on.
It’s not such a bad flight, Singapore to Philippines. It’s a tiny plane, and I did have two big people on each side, but mostly they were considerate and left their elbows to themselves, instead of throwing jabs like they were Manny Pacquiao or something. After I got out of the plane, I tried to look for the transit area to go to, but it turns out that the arrival and departure halls are only connected outside the immigration counters, which meant that I had to be escorted by well, an escort that ushered me to the x-ray/metal detector machines at the departure hall on another floor.
The airport is sparse, and by that I mean there’s a tiny costmetics area, a store that sells Manilla cigars (which I’ll have to Google about later), Delifrance (what?) and a chocolate shop. In the midst of all this, there’s this table space with a sign that says “Exclusive for laptop users only”, which baffles me, since y’know, you can set up like a shop there or something.
Well, it’s time to get some Delifrance and start on Hyperion. I hope the guy next to me on the next leg – all 16 hours and 30 minutes of it – will be tiny. PLEASE.
