The first day in the Philippines 06/01/2015 /フィリピン初日

July 9, 2017 — Leave a comment

This was the first time to go to another country by myself.

I still remember really clearly the first day of my journey. I was very nervous. Because I’ve heard a lot of dangerous story about the Philippines. Such as If you are wearing expensive watch or bracelet, a thief cut off your wrist and get that with your wrist. And so on. But I also felt excitement to see a different country, different people, culture. But that first journey, honestly I had nervous much more than excitement.

But I wanted to change my those weakness, and also I knew it. For to help children in the whole world, I needed to know the world and learn English.

I went to Iloilo city where is the third biggest city in the Philippines. For to get there, I had to stop by Manila Ninoy Aquino International Airport (NAIA) and transfer to another terminal.  I got out of the arrival gate somehow and I was shocked. There were some caps everywhere with holding a rifle. Not a pistol. Big rifle. That was the biggest culture gap for me.

While I was waiting for next flight to Iloilo city at Manila airport, I was desperate to keep my luggage for safe. Everything was new even in an airport. All food that I’ve never seen, new  money, language that people are speaking, stores, temperature, atmosphere. My brain were overheated to take too much new informations.

When I got Iloilo International Airport, the staffs from the volunteer organization that I will stay for 3 months were waiting for me. There were Japanese including the boss of that organization in them, so I felt little secure.

While I was on a big van to heading off a new sweet home, I felt worm damp wind coming to my cheek form outside of the window, the bumpy road, almost broken houses, no signal on the road, a lot of wild dogs, cows walking on the road. Everything was real.

I went to Iloilo city where is the third biggest city in the Philippines. For to get there, I had to stop by Manila Ninoy Aquino International Airport (NAIA) and transfer to another terminal.  I got out of the arrival gate somehow and I was shocked. There were some caps everywhere with holding a rifle. Not a pistol. Big rifle. That was the biggest culture gap for me.

While I was waiting for next flight to Iloilo city at Manila airport, I was desperate to keep my luggage for safe. Everything was new even in an airport. All food that I’ve never seen, new  money, language that people are speaking, stores, temperature, atmosphere. My brain were overheated to take too much new informations.

When I got Iloilo International Airport, the staffs from the volunteer organization that I will stay for 3 months were waiting for me. There were Japanese including the boss of that organization in them, so I felt little secure.

While I was on a big van to heading off a new sweet home, I felt worm damp wind coming to my cheek form outside of the window, the bumpy road, almost broken houses, no signal on the road, a lot of wild dogs, cows walking on the road. Everything was real.

今でも鮮明に覚えている、生まれて初めて1人で海外へ出た日のことを。

行く前にいろいろとフィリピンについての悪い噂ばかりを聞いていて、僕はかなりnervousだった。例えば、現地では窃盗が頻繁で、高価な腕時計やブレスレットをつけていると腕ごと切って落とされることを聞いて、とにかく少しでもおしゃれに見えないもの、盗まれてもいいものだけを気にして荷造りをした。不安がある中、自分が今まで憧れていた海外で英語を勉強できること、違う文化や人々と出会えることに対して興奮も感じていた。ただ正直に言うと、その頃は興奮感よりも不安の方が強かった。

けど、僕は自分のそういった弱気な部分を変えたかった。それとともに、世界中の子供達を救うために、まずは世界を知り、英語を習得することが必要だと思った。

僕はイロイロシティーというフィリピンで3番目に大きなシティーに行った。そこにたどり着くまでにはマニラで乗り換えをしなくてはいけなかった。乗り換えのために1度マニラでゲートを出てショックを受けた。そこには大きなライフルを担いで空港を警備する警察。その時、生まれて初めてライフルを見た。これが僕が今でもよく覚えている初めてのカルチャーショック。

マニラ空港でイロイロ行きのフライトを待っている時、とにかく自分の荷物を肌身離さず、盗まれないようにと必死だった。空港の中ですら全てが新鮮で新しかった。湿気と含んだ生ぬるい空気、温度、匂い、雰囲気、そして人々。僕の頭は次々と入ってくる、感じる新しい情報でいっぱいだった。

イロイロんシティーの空港に着いた時、僕が滞在する団体のスタッフがゲートを出たところで待ってくれていた。そのスタッフの中には、その団体のボスである日本人と日本人のボランティアスタッフがいて少し安堵した。

8人乗りのバンに揺られながら窓から顔を出すと、暖かく生ぬるい空気を頬に感じた。ガタガタな道路、壊れかけた家々、信号の無い道路、たくさんの野犬、道路を平然と渡る牛、全てが新鮮だった。

 

 

 

 

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