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I was writing this diary |
Everything comes to an end. It was time for me to say goodbye to the
Philippines, that hospitable place, which gave me so many new
impressions over the last few days. At eight in the morning, a taxi was
to pick me up and take me to the airport. Three hours in the car, then
an airport, a plane, and three and a half hours to Singapore. Mark,
Michael and I met for breakfast. Last conversation, goodbye. Then I
went to say goodbye to the sea. I looked at the bright blue surface
stretching to the horizon, and tears rolled down my cheeks. Then I
jumped into the car and set off for the airport. On the way, I asked
the driver to drop in at Club Serena, but having arrived there, I found
out that everyone else had already left.
Airport, customs, passport control... All of those necessary attributes
of travel are the same every time. They take a lot of time, but there's
no way to go around them. And when yet another door closes behind you,
you realise that something is over, finished. And something new begins.