The airline kept changing my Philippines flights
The flights I’d booked kept moving around and one was cancelled altogether. By the time I left, my route looked different from the one I’d first planned.
2026 · 11 STORIES
Flights, ferry crossings, and days when I took my laptop to the beach.
Start at the beginning. The stories are in the order they happened.
The flights I’d booked kept moving around and one was cancelled altogether. By the time I left, my route looked different from the one I’d first planned.
The rain followed me from the airport. I took a bus, changed to the train and walked the last stretch to my hostel.
I borrowed an umbrella and walked around Manila in the rain, stopping for food and making my way to the cathedral for Sunday Mass.
From Manila I flew to Caticlan and made my way to a hostel on Boracay. Once I’d found my bed, it was time to find something to eat.
I spent the day by the water and walked over to White Beach for sunset. A couple more minutes would have made all the difference.
I went back to the beach before leaving Boracay. Getting to Palawan meant finding the right ferry pier and changing planes in Cebu.
I had a day in Puerto Princesa and very little planned. A walk, a nap under a tree and an evening waiting for the food stalls were enough.
I flew back to Cebu late in the day. After dinner I kept walking instead of going to bed and came across a night market.
I wandered around Cebu looking for lunch and milk tea, then stopped by a church and ended up watching a wedding.
A cancelled flight left me with two extra days of work in the Philippines. I spent them in Malapascua, where I could wade out from the beach and see starfish.
On my last day on the island, I left the hostel with my laptop, found a place to work by the water and went for one more swim before catching the ferry.