First impression of NAIA Terminal 1

NAIA Terminal 1 gave me the impression of being the worst airport ever. I should have made use of Cathay Pacific’s online or web check-in to avoid long waiting line. After I checked my luggage in, I proceeded to the travel tax counter and another long waiting line put me off; it was 5x longer than the check-in counter and it gave me fuck.

Nonsense chit-chatting staffs and poor technology were causing the long line. I asked the airport officer if that was the only line for the travel tax, unfortunately, that was it.

With NAIA’s poor services and facilities, I wondered, where in hell our travel tax goes. Real shit.

I wondered if there were instance when passengers didn’t catch their flight because of the sickening line. So, you really should be at the NAIA 4 to 5 hours before your flight or else book another ticket.

Seen an X-rated movie on the plane

Wait, this was an accident. Read my full story here: how I accidentally watched an x-rated movie on an airplane.

Six minutes – the longest time I stared at a food wondering how to eat it

After consuming the main course, I found out that there’s another set of dish that was left behind. There were noodles, nori, wasabi, and soba sauce. Honestly, it looked weird to me.

It took me 6 minutes trying to figure out where do the soba sauce, wasabi, and nori goes. Finally, the lady beside me noticed my stupidity and told me that all of them should be mixed in the noodle plate. Hmm, still weird.

I left it unopened as I don’t feel like eating it; I only ate the nori though. I was full that time anyway.

The officers at the Immigration Counters

I was expecting that the immigration officer from NAIA 1 will question my visit to Japan, but what happened was the opposite. He just looked at my passport and never questioned me of anything unlike our experience when we traveled to Macau in DMIA or Clark airport.

View of Japan from plane, find the windmills!

However, at Narita Airport’s Customs and Immigration, the officer had thrown unexpected questions before he released me.

Where will you stay? What does your boyfriend do here? How many days will you stay? Do you have a job in the Philippines?

I’m wearing my furry high-heeled fashionable boots, quirky black jacket, and carrying a blush pink suitcase, do I look like I’m overstaying in Japan? – I was supposed to answer that to the immigration officer. Nevertheless, I just answered the questions looking straight into his eyes.

Worth the wait..

Perhaps you knew what happened next from this picture.