The name of the airport here is Samratulangi, It's not big but it's not small either. We arrived here at around 1pm even though ourflight is not only until 4pm. We went straight to the check in counter. We put our luggage away and headed upstairs to the imigration. But before that, we had to settle our fiscal and things like that. We went to the fiscal counter, but no one was there, the guard told us that the officer hasn't arrived yet. Well what are we supposed to do now, I mean how are we supposed to go if the fiscal officer isn't here yet. Anyways, we spent the time sitting on bench, staring into thin air. HOw sad is that, I had nothing better to do, I wanted to play cards buut my sister wasn't in the mood for it. My mum and my granma looked around fo some souvenirs. When she returned she had this tart kind of thing in her hand. I asked what it was, she said it was called Klappertaart, It's this cocnuut pudding cake thing. Manado is kind of famous for them. We all tried some; my sister, my mum and my dad all loved it; but to be honest I didn't find it tasty at all.
The fiscal counter reopened awhile after we finishe eating. We sorted out all our things adn went to the imigration, the we waited in the waiting room. My sister and I played decided to play some card games such as speed and 41; but aftera few rounds my sister got frustrated, she accused me of cheating and refused to play anymore. It's probably because she kept on losing. Hehe. Well I asked my mum to play instead, she said yes.Then my sisterdecided to join in as well. That round my sister and my mum won. My sister got a bit happier. When I looked at the time itwas quarter past 3. I asked my mum, "shouldn't we be boarding by now" My mum told me to justwait. I looked outside and realised it was raining heavily. Oh no, i'm pretty sure something bad is gonna happen.
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