It has been routinary: check my flight schedule, pack some clothes, laptop and camera gear before heading out the door to get a taxi for the airport. Check-in. Get some snacks, then off to the departure area and wait to board. Then fly.
Except for a week or two in between, I’ve been doing this routine every week for the last 15 weeks, coming and going at airports, flying, landing and stuff. Many would comment that I’m such a traveler and friends would first ask, where are you now? when they call or text.
Two weeks ago, after a few days in Baguio, I went back to Makati and slept for the night. Packed up and flew to Zamboanga City the next. Traveled again to Ozamiz and went home to Cebu for a few hours before flying back again to Manila just enough to freshen up before traveling back to Baguio. All in a span of 9 days. Sometimes, it can be that hectic. But I’ve become accustomed to that.
There are times, however, that the travel is unhurried. Where I can stay longer in a place, like now. I’m in Davao City. If not for a foul up of my buddy’s workshop schedule, we would have gone out of the city and visited Davao Oriental.
As I was the one left with the ticket, the past few days I’ve been here (total of 5 days) have been spent visiting cafes, trying out food, meeting friends, shooting some interesting heritage structures and just sleeping at my hotel.
It was the complete opposite of my Manila-Zamboanga City-Basilan-Ozamiz-Cebu-Manila sojourn a few weeks ago where I was kept on my feet. Now, it’s more relaxing and I still have time to discover some interesting spots within the city. But I should not forget, more durians please.