The three taxis we approached all wanted a contract price of P200 from the corner of Roxas Bouvelard and Airport Road to Terminal 2. It isn’t much and we can easily afford it but we countered by saying we would pay additional over the actual meter price, we were willing to tip as much as P100 which would be close to 200. All three refused. One said terminal 2 was too near and he wants P200 to make it worthwhile. The second one said he had to make a U turn and it was a waste of time, so he wanted P200. Husband countered by saying but your meter will be on while you are negotiating the U-turn anyway. To which taxi driver insists on the P200 since the U-turn was a distance away. The third one just sped off when we made our counter offer.
Well, we were early. We had time to spare before our flight. It was past 4 and not too hot. I was wearing flat shoes. We only had 2 small overnight totes. The terminal was less than 3 km away… “Shall we walk?” I asked O. Ok by me if its ok with you – he replies. So off we went on a different adventure.
First we crossed to the other side, to the direction of the airport. There we saw more empty taxis, parked. We heard some drivers negotiating with potential passengers. That irked me. I mean I can be generous if one does the job. But I hate it when these drivers abuse the situation. So we went past them and did not even attempt to ask if they would be willing to take us to the terminal.
300 meters away, we tried to hail passing taxis. All seemed to be full. O and I exchange looks – all the way to the airport? let’s go – he replies.
So we walked. Interesting scenes along the way.
I saw constructions workers of an overpass project resting. Dirty children in tattered clothes playing tag. Entrepreneurs selling grilled pork and what nots. Several traffic enforcers just watching the traffic.
We pass the 1 km mark, I start to sweat. Good thing we had water.
Two very helpful traffic aides helped us across the undisciplined intersection crossing. I felt so thankful. When you are hot and sweating, their small act of kindness was multiplied a hundredfold. At that instant, I wanted to hug those two young traffic aides.
The terminal looms ahead. We are probably less than a kilometer away. A taxi slows down beside us. O looks at me – walk all the way or take the taxi? Lets walk all the way, I want to see how the guards will check us as we enter the terminal complex.
We pass by the Kawanihan ng Kwarentenas. O said he was initially perplexed what a Bureau of 40 is. 🙂 Bureau of Quarantine, it says below the Filipino term.
The guards ignore us as we enter the complex. We look up the ramp towards Departure area. There was no sidewalk. So we continue on the the Arrivals area. I look to the right and see Terminal 1. Hey, it doesn’t look so far. I tell O we don’t need to get a taxi next time we need to transfer from terminal 1 to 2 or vice versa.
We go up the escalator to the departure area. Barriers greet us from the escalator to the departure gate. I wasn’t going to walk around. I squeezed past the barrier near the wall. There was a tiny opening. Enough for me.
O was law abiding. He walked around.
I looked at my watch. Not even 30 minutes from the time we decided to walk. Not bad.
Was I glad the mabuhay lounge was finally open after a 2 month renovation. A good end to our walking adventure.