Every time i travel with my mom, she always says the same thing. When the clock strikes 12, she would tap me on the shoulder and says : " Son, you have a flight to catch tomorrow morning, you better get some rest or you would feel like shit" Being the usual night owl, obviously i turned a deaf ear to her advice.
A short 2 hour wink after, the cab i flagged was on its to my travel companion's place. The driver rooted in his seat beside me was throwing occasional yawns and hard winking eyes onto the road ahead, somehow his lack of sleep caused me to instinctively tighten my seat belt further.
"Its just a short ride, it would be fine" i thought to myself with my eyelids half opened.
I was wrong.
After a series of unfortunate events, i injected into my head that i was getting a ride from my friend's dad and so the taxi was sent away, along with our only Lonely planet, rough itinerary and contact information and E tickets for our flight.
What make matters worse is the hotline for the taxi company would put anyone on hold for a good 20mins or so unless of course you are calling to book a cab. As the clock ticks away, we were getting closer and closer to missing our flight and cheerlessly we had to cease waiting.
Off we go, speeding away in the sparsely populated highway with the car that creaks precariously whenever the speedometer exceeds 90km/h. Fortunately we made it to the plane on the dot and in one piece.
The 3 musketeers
Nin(Left) - Knew through a volunteer programm. Previously did not know the other 2.
Sus - Shared the same primary school and JC and my travel partner to school.
Rach(Right) - Aka Sus's elder sis, teacher in the same primary school me and Sus used to attend.
In case you are wondering, the one on the extreme right isnt me.
Will Japan ever be the same?
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