After struggling for eight hours rain or shine, with my bum and boots muddied, I was finally able to reach inside the terminal.
What does that changes? Except of remaining stranded, I can now seat under the comfort of the AC, and civilized companionship of non-karens.
The 11:00 pm update of allowing boats to sail was bull, I am severely disappointed. What can I say? Day of the dead approaching, plus trimsester break, plus the typhoon is equals to one fucking adventure. This is a recipe for a disaster. It is like survival in the wild here, third world countries sure knows how to spice things up.
Do you know? I'd rather be americanized at this point. Or maybe chinese'fied if that is even a word.
My feet are killing me, and with me being alone, I can't really afford to sleep. I already stopped counting since when I last slept.