But that was nothing compared to what I experienced a couple of weeks back….

With a couple of friends, I went for a vacay during the height of Pedring’s wrath. It was typhoon signal number 2. The weather was so bad — our office suspended work on the day of our flight out of the country. I even thought the airlines would cancel our flight because of the weather conditions. To say that the flight was unpleasant was an understatement — and it was for three hours! It was so bumpy you’d think you were in a pinball machine. I already lost count the number of times the plane made sudden lurches. Everytime the plane would suddenly decrease it’s altitude I felt as if my stomach went with it. Through the skill of our pilot (and the passengers’ prayers), we were able to land safely in our stop-over country.

You’d think that was the end of my ordeal? Guess again.

As my stupid luck would have it, Nesat (Pedring’s international name) followed us in our stop-over country. Since this country was just an overnight lay over, we experienced another harrowing flight the next day to our destination country. To be honest, the movie Final Destination came to my mind. I think the seatbelt sign was on for almost the entire flight and that was for four hours! What a way to start my vacay. This was supposed to de-stress me, not to have my life flash before my eyes. As I am writing this, it goes without saying that I survived it. =oP

You’d think that was the last time, I’d hear of Nesat? Arrgghh! He, she, it…. whatever followed us in our destination country. See, I wasn’t far off thinking of the movie Final Destination. I swear, that storm was stalking me. It even cancelled our bay cruise. Haaayyyyyy… But it’s ok, I prefer not to be tortured by Nesat again.

As for the rest of the vacay, it was fun. I had a good time shopping even if it was drizzling most of the time. =o)

Though the flight home is another story…….