Back and forth, traveling from airport to airport, I was in Bacolod with the family for my High School Silver Jubilee. It was a little bit more than two week stay, excluding being on planes and airports for three days. Incheon is such a cool airport, although we didn't have a booking for the lounges and airport hotels, the benches are quite cozy.
Traveling and going home to Bacolod with child changes the dynamic of the holiday experience. We really should travel more often to the Philippines to have a gauge of the transfers, the queues, the intricacies of the contents of the luggages, the beaches, the never-ending home repairs, the donations, the car-rentals, the restaurants, the tricycles on main roads or national highways, the sidewalk vendors. There were a few new structures which blighted the view of my childhood. I've not been home for almost a decade, of course there would be changes to the once minor forestry or the concrete wall with our next door neighbour (really, neighbours, what you built was really uncool).
But it's all a learning curve. I've got to make a list and ring a few shops, not to forget to save for the rainy day, and we're good to go.
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