When I return to the Philippines I'll be living in Makati so Balboa and I posed for one last shot here
in Eastwood. I know Balboa will be in good hands when I'm gone, very good hands, but it
was kind of sad to pose for this picture with him. I'll miss him so much.
Boarded my plane and for the next double digits it was just me and my bag.
Worked a lot on my business proposal while on the plane and planning what I need to do in Canada.
The plane rides, both of them, were better then the airport experiences. I had a rude encounter with the airport jerk -- a Korean dude who ignored those around him so I resorted to telling him off in Korean. He still didn't listen, hence the nickname I gave him. In Taiwan even my overly expensive fancy headphones couldn't block out the screaming child. Security ended up dealing with that kid and the mom.
Up in the sky things were a different story.
I've always been so fascinated with the lift-off and landing of a flight -- the scenery.
It felt like a whole other world up in the sky. So beautiful and so peaceful.
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