After saying goodbye to Sean and his girlfriend, the driver took us to TC’s hotel room. TC is Daniels dad, and his hotel was oh so close to the airport. We arrived at the hotel sometime around 12:30am. The two key cards TC gave Daniel did not work to operate the elevator. Also, TC was not replying to the texts. We walked to the reception to see if we could call up to the room. We waited in a line that didnt seam to be moving. Its almost 1am, and theres a line at the reception desk. Thankfully, he responded and came down after about 15 minutes of being frantic. We got up the room and I was asleep by 1am. Sharply, the alarm went off at 3:45am. Well that nap was short, and not so sweet. It felt more like 5 minutes. I am pretty sure I have some sort of PTSD from sleep depervation in architecture school and that truggered it. We made it downstairs around 4am. TC had to check out of the hotel. You wouldnt believe it, but there was another line. It took us over 15 minutes bevause we missed the 4:15 am shuttle to the airport. We ended up taking a taxi. We got to the airport around 4:30am. Guess when our flight was? It was at 7:30! I am all for being prepared, but 3 hours early for a domestic flight, is a little insane. I could have slept for another 2 hours, at least! We didnt even go in. TC wanted to go early just to be there to meet up with everyone from the Medical Mission. As Daniel puts it, “It was an hour before anyone else from the group showed up.” It was also a half an hour after that before we even went into the aiport. I have not gotten used to how the temperatures are so drastic. Ouside its hot, muggie, and humid. Inside the airport it is set to 60 degrees and I’m shivering. I swear I am the only one cold here. The entire flight I was shivering, I even asked the flight attandant for a blanket. I was exhaused and I couldn’t sleep because I was so cold. We landed in Tacloban on the island of Leyte. It was the smallest airport. We picked up our bags and headed to the buses they had for us. TC, Mike, Daniel and I were all last to board the bus so we got to sit in these temporary seats that folded down into the isle. I am so positive it was a saftey violation, and some sort of code. There were no isles. 2 hours into the drive my seat broke. Because we were sitting in the isle seats, there were no head rests, and the seat had a latch propping it up. So either the latch broke because we hit a bump or it was becuase I leaned on the seat next to me. Either way I broke it. I moved up to the next isle seat for the remainder of the ride. 3 hours after the car ride we were finally in Kananga! The group checked into the hotel and ate lunch. We stored our bags in someones room because we were not staying in Kananga. The group filled up all 5 floors of the hotel. Lunch was served almost immediately after we arrived. It was delicious!! After lunch we walked to the gym to start up the pharmacy. People from 10 neighborhoods were there lined up to get medicine. I was able to help set everything up even though I do not have a background in medicine. 5 hours after running around we finally got through everyone. It was time to walk with everyone to dinner. After dinner the driver took us to Ormoc. It was only 8:30pm by the time we got to the hotel. No, I take it back, we made it to the resort. Too bad I was too tired to appreciate it. Running on two hours of sleep, I was in bed as soon as we walked into the room.
I am not an author. To be quite honest, I always hated English class. I write so I may share my experiences and remember the man I met on a bus who treated me to dinner with his family, paying and booking a hotel only to find out its out of business, fake crying in the Athens airport to get a ticket home, or remember the strangers who looked out for me on a bus. Some live, experience, and are fulfilled by what’s in their backyards. I find there is something truly exhilarating about cramming as many possessions into a bag as possible, only to complain you brought too many. This is my life out of a suitcase, hope you enjoy.