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This is the waiting room, one large space packed with people. We were listening carefully (well, I wasn't, but Brian was) to hear our flight called over the hubbub. The airport's six gates are all at the far end of this room, so you heard every flight announce. Except ours. First it was delayed an hour. Then another, then finally canceled altogether. Oh, joy. Either we lost a day from our all-to-brief schedule hanging around in Manila until the next flight tomorrow, and hope *it* left, or take the bus to Baguio, an eight to twelve hour ride that'd have us in to Baguio around midnight. Hardly better than flying the next day. Or, we'd need a Plan C . . .