Arrival

 Day 1
 crazy two days; I actually left for the airport in Munich far too early - for whatever reason - but that was probably my luck.

When I arrived at the airport, I wanted to get rid of my backpack.

The foil station was found, the "sandwich" wrapped - off to the counter.

At the check-in counter:

I had actually already checked in online and only had to hand in my "sandwich". I was told at the counter that the plane was already an hour late due to the weather and that there could be a further delay before the evening flight. What a drama! I have a connecting flight in Istanbul and only two hours to change planes... so I was quickly rebooked onto the next flight - leaving in an hour.

Wonderful. When I arrived in Istanbul, I was overwhelmed by the size of the airport - it's crazy how big it is...

The email:

I receive the message that I have been rebooked from the connecting flight (because of which I took the earlier flight, to a later flight) +4h waiting time... Well, that's just the way it is... the actual flight is canceled. But I got a meal voucher and access to the business lounge :)

The call:

A few hours later, my cell phone rings - I wonder who's calling? It's an employee from Turkish Airlines. He explains that I've been rebooked on the later flight because the actual flight from Munich was so late that I wouldn't have been able to make the connection and I had somehow forgotten that I had taken an earlier flight and was already in Istanbul. So if I want, I can take the plane as planned. Of course I will do that!

This time I got the seat reservation for free - the seat I had actually booked.

However, when boarding I was taken to the side again, something with the luggage - but it's fine now. Ok, whatever..

Day 2

Arrival in Manila:

After a little over 11h flight I finally arrived in Manila. Out of the plane! It's already after 06:00 pm here.

Hmmm, why is my name on a piece of paper that a receptionist is holding up? Well, my backpack couldn't be reloaded and the plane doesn't arrive in Manila until 10 pm - how good that my onward flight doesn't leave until 4:25 am... So I just wait, I have time.

OMG - there it is, my sandwich on the baggage carousel! Whoop whoop!

I went by bus to Terminal 2 to catch the flight to Daraga - at 04:25am ^^

At least I got rid of my sandwich again.

I changed into some summer clothes, found a nice café outside and we were back in the here and now.

I'm a bit proud of myself for making it this far on my own and not running around screaming in frustration.... That wouldn't have helped.

Conclusion: I am deeply relaxed - what could possibly happen?