Monday night, November 2nd, the glimmer of the lights of Los Angeles faded as our plane took off. We were on our way home. Thirteen hours later we landed at Seoul on Wednesday, November 4th. Where did Tuesday go? It must have been swallowed by the seemingly neverending darkness that accompanied us along the way. More than two hours of idle lounging at Incheon airport then at last we were on our way to Manila. The three hour flight felt like an eternity that the passengers applauded when the Korean Airline 777 finally touched down at the Ninoy Aquino International Airport.
Returning Filipinos jostling to get ahead of the line through customs and immigration, people everywhere you look, raining and yet sweating because of the humidity, and going through the streets where drivers can only be described as near anarchic....I am home!