I love Boracay so much I’m in a Boracay fantasy league, so being stranded here for another day was not exactly punishment. Vacation overtime. But then we heard a flight opened up and that’s when it got interesting.
We took a speedboat back in the storm to the main isle, then were told we were given misinformation – no seats on any planes. So we hired a van to take us to another airport. The van drove 80 minutes through jungles and tiny villages and downed power lines, finally arriving at an airport in a town called Kaliba that had no business having an airport. We had six hours to kill before our flight to Manila (where we’re spending the night), so we had lunch and composed our favorite Facebook status ever:
And favorite check-in ever, too, to a place called: 長灘島 機場.
The storm never backed down, and our flight wound up being delayed another two hours, which was the fitting final stretch of a planes/trains/automobiles undertaking, but I gotta say it was an awesome day. While everyone back in LA slept, four great friends persevered out of a place that might as well have been a million miles from home. That’s worth the journey.
