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How to Get to Clark Airport

How to Get to Clark Airport

So, there I was, in Megamall, waiting for the PhilTranco bus to come along. When it did, I was greeted by my co-blogger and friend, Renz Bulseco of Traveling Nomad. I was relieved because I only had one more ride to go through to get to that airport in Pampanga, the one which services cheap airlines like Air Asia and SEAIR. I was also relieved because when I went up the bus, it wasn’t full, meaning that it was okay that I didn’t make any reservation. But when the ticket was handed to me by the girl, it read: P450 – Megamall – Clark. My reaction: “What the f^ck? I had to pay an extra P450 just to get to Clark? Make that P900 for my return trip.” That was NOT gonna happen again.

The Nightmare on Clark Airport

The Nightmare on Clark Airport

It was a dark, dark night. I run into the airport, looking for the officer I had seen awhile ago. “Has the plane left yet?” I ask him, hurdling one of my bags over my shoulder. He doesn’t move and I shake him. “Sir, sir, has the plane left yet?” I rattle him again and his freaky smile faded. I stepped back, taken by the creepiness of his behavior. Then, suddenly he started laughing. You know Joker’s laugh? The one that ultimately bounces off the walls of the ceilings until it ringers in your ear? Yes, that creepy laugh that brought goosebumps to my skin. I took another step back, freeing the space so if I needed to make a run for it, I could. I knew I wouldn’t be able to bring my suitcases though. What was happening? Suddenly, I turned and the man with the Joker’s laugh wasn’t there. Literally. Composing myself and patting down my wrinkled shirt, I tried convincing myself I was just nervous and tired. Once I paid the airport tax and travel tax, I headed on to the Immigration. The line going up to the Immigration was long and people were packed into such a small place. I closed my eyes and breathed, hoping I wouldn’t get claustrophobic. At the same time, I didn’t

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