I arrived in Manila, Philippines roughly at 12noon and must have stressed about Balboa in the belly of the plane, down with only one other dog, for the entire trip. At my stopover in Taipei one of the airline workers approached me in the airport and held out his hand with his phone. On it displayed a picture of Balboa.
EVA: Is this your dog?
ME: Yes!!! Yes, it is!
EVA: He's trembling so much... Are you sure he'll be okay?
ME: Yes, he's traveled once before, from Korea to Canada, and he was okay.
And just like that my stomach was in knots. I kept on wondering what the worse case scenario could be but knew there was nothing I could do at the point but cross my fingers and hope for him to be okay.
At the airport Balboa was personally escorted off the plane and brought to me in the airport while I waited for my luggage. His cage was then put down and I opened it to put the leash on him and let him out. He instantly jumped into my lap and just like that he was okay. He instantly stopped trembling and instead looked around, as if nothing had happened.
We were picked up at the airport by family and I thought that was super sweet.
I was in a foreign country, once again, but greeted with a warm smile, a big hug, and a car to take me to my new home -- a condo in a beautiful and posh part of Manila.
At the condo I was greeted by more family. They had brought food... chicken!!!
When family left, I then laid down around 3pm for a what was suppose to be a short nap.
Woke up around 11:30pm, 8.5 hours later!
Around 12:20am I managed to throw on a hat and go for around what would now be considered "my hood" for the next three months -- Eastwood City.
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