Weary Travelling
I have been on several trips these couple of weeks. Just last week, I was in Legaspi and Naga to carry out several audits as part of my job. I was up already early dawn and driving to Terminal 3 of Ninoy Aquino International Airport. However, even with an early arrival, I ended up taking a later flight to Legaspi. As a usual habit, I slept on the plane until my plane landed at the airport near the Mayon Volcano in Albay. I was already running late that morning, and–interestingly–taking a glimpse of Mayon did not occur to me: My job is eating me.
After a whole day of audit, a colleague offered a drive to Naga, a town 2-hour-drive away from Legaspi [the drive is at a speed of 80 kilometers an hour; the drive is a journey]. After that long drive, seeing Naga night scene was a consolation. The hangouts improved. Restaurants multiplied and nightlife was like Timog Avenue’s. Driving along Naga’s Magsaysay Avenue was a relief to a wearied sojourner. Yet for a tired somebody like me, only the hotel gave the best relief of all: Rest.
This week will be another round of visits. I will ride a ferry from Batangas Port to Mindoro to do another round of audit at the start of the week. I only hope that the waves would be less furious since trips had been cancelled just recently due to the wild wind and waves. The following day will be another trip to Naga. After that, the coming week will offer reprieve only because of an event for my Business Unit followed by a two-day sales rally here in Metro Manila. Then a week after that will be a travel to Palawan.
Sigh! I am stressed out with all these travel. I lack sleep at times, and my eyes show it. My back aches already. My car is full of sets of clothes and bags that I grab as I go to another destination and has been parked at the airport since a couple of weeks ago. I need rest. Please give me a massage.
