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Tuesday, September 26, 2006

Death by flying washing machine


[Off to Samar again this weekend. Re-posting an entry in my old blog I put up in 09/03/06. Flying on Cebu Pacific this time. Hopefully I will live to post another entry hehe]

The airplane joke ought to have warned me already:

(In phony Chinese-fortune-teller-speaking-English accent)You-leave-as-Asian, you-arrive-as-Spirit.

I had no choice- even our head honcho was flying to Catarman via this carrier. It would be conduct unbecoming a minion if I were to stomp and throw a tantrum given the dire circumstance we were in. Either way, it seemed suicide.

The air conditioning of the plane did not work.

The flight attendants had no carts to place their wares on. They resembled little match girls- what with the makeshift handle of the carton of food they were dispensing slung daintily around their necks, semi-wet with perspiration. I’d rather be a street sweeper than be a flight attendant for this airline.

Oh- the inhumanity.

There were no overhead compartments to stow our stuff in.

Even the cockpit seemed to suffer from lack of storage space: I swear, I saw plastic bags hanging just above the captains head reminiscent of sari-sari store buntings were foodstuff or whatnots were kept, when the curtain separating the cockpit from the passenger cabin was drawn aside.

We were seated beside the giant propellers that I imagined would become unhinged anytime and slice the plane a la Las Vegas magic show- only this time there would be no happy ending. The two halves put asunder no one can put back together ever.

For the most part of the almost two-hour trip, it was relatively peaceful. I think I even dozed off for at least 15 minutes. However, there would be instances when the plane’s engines would ‘choke’, the constant whirring and drilling sound emanating from the wing area would fall silent. Quite naturally, the absence of the constant droning would slap me into a state of absolute wakefulness. And quite naturally, like anyone facing impendingdeath, I can’t help but… Pray? No.

Chuckle. During those moments I would chuckle to myself, like a madman, just imagining my great fortune of having enjoyed what could have very well been my last meal- Oheya Multigrain Snacks, a Crossini-brand pastry with choco-hazelnut filling, and Refresh mineral water- inside a 36+-year old aircraft that resembled and sounded and felt like a washing machine. What a way to go! One for the blogs, I might say. Why stop there. Worthy of a movie deal even. I can see it already up a marquee: Death By Flying Washing Machine. That ought to catapult me to fame, albeit posthumously.

Eat your heart out Idols and Scholars.

Guess what- I lived to tell the tale. How true, what they say-

Ang masamang damo…

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3 Comments:

Blogger Dorothy said...

hehehe... This made me laugh!

Grabe! No aircon?... You guys should've asked for at least half your airplane fee!

Thursday, November 09, 2006 12:53:00 PM  
Blogger lateralus said...

Ok, there's something really wrong with that. Haha.

2 hours to Catarman?! That's a very slow plane. Buti di kayo pinagtulak. Hehe

Wednesday, November 07, 2007 12:15:00 AM  
Blogger ian said...

in fairness, we did land in Calbayog- a good 2-hour land trip via The Roughest of Roads southwest of Catarman which would partially account for the longer flight time. But it was a Really Slow Plane, I tell. Ayos lang talaga na magpedal kami- kung yun yung magpapabilis sa eroplano!

Wednesday, November 07, 2007 6:50:00 AM  

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