I lost my Calvin Klein umbrella in Taiwan.
Technically, it was the airline’s fault.
Raft3r is pissed.
I almost lost my passport in Malaysia.
We got to our hotel almost 4 in the morning. I was tired as hell.
Since we would only be staying in Kuala Lumpur for a day, my travel companions and I decided to just pay for one twin sharing room.
We were a group of five. I was handpicked to just sneak in after my companions register.
As soon as I stepped inside the hotel room, the phone rang. It was Front Desk.
Front Desk: “Is Mr. Raft3r there?”
Female Travel Companion (in a very unconvincing voice): “No.”
Front Desk: “Are you sure Mr. Raft3r from the Philippines is not there?”
Female Travel Companion: “Wait.” (Handed over the phone to male travel companion.)
Male Companion (in a quite nervous tone): “Raft3r is not here. He only accompanied us to this hotel and left right after we checked in. Why?”
Front Desk: “Oh. He left his Philippine passport in the lobby.”
We all heaved a sigh of relief.
On both occasions, I flew Cebu Pacific.
Sometimes being cheap is not that practical.
As God as my witness, I will never fly budget again.