40 hours of Friday

For some, traveling long distances can be very uncomfortable.  For me, traveling long distances is an adventure.  On Friday morning, I awoke in Puerta Galera, Philippines.  It was a beautiful sunny morning.  I ate a leisurely breakfast, strolled around the El Galleon Dive Resort and packed my bags for the trip back to the United States.


At noon, I ate a delicious three course meal and then boarded a banca for an hour-and-a-half ferry ride to Batangas City.


The ocean was smooth and the islands we passed were saturated with green coconut trees.  There were big white puffy clouds in the sky.


Once in Batangas, I got in a van and rode three hours in to Manila. It is quite an experience to drive through the Philippines if you have never done it before.  Jeepneys and sidecars abound on the roads and it seems like the painted lines that separate the lanes are merely a suggestion.


Once at the airport, I waited another five hours for the flight to leave at 9:00 PM.  Then a twelve hour flight back to Los Angeles completed the day.  And yet, upon arrival it was only 5:00 PM on Friday afternoon!  In fact, I arrived in Los Angeles before I left Manila.  I had already had thirty-three hours of Friday, and there were still seven hours left in the day.  It kind of brings a whole new meaning to TGIF.  I would do it again.  It was a lovely Friday and seemed to extend my trip just a little longer.

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