At exactly 1:30 in the afternoon, we arrived at Hong Kong Chek Lap Kok International Airport. Having disorientation from long flight from Bandar Seri Begawan to Manila and Manila to Hong Kong, I barely walked straight.
As we went through the airport’s baggage area, we later on found out that our baggage were missing. 
My mother spent a couple of hours talking to an airport representative. And according to their investigation, they were sent back to the Philippines. We were all knocked for six. Our stuff and my mom’s credit cards were there. She has only few bucks left in her wallet. They said we had to wait for a week before we could get back our bits and pieces.
We were not able to do something about it. Going outside the airport was one of the most terrible things I experienced. It was damn cold. No sweaters. No gloves. No hoods. We didn’t even have enough money for us to stay somewhere else. In short, we became instant foreign street dwellers in Kowloon. We went there to spend Christmas and it was indeed a nice holiday treat for all of us. We walked and walked and walked while we were totally refrigerated in extreme coldness. Gosh. I never dreamed of being a “pulubi” but that’s the way it is. 
At least, we boisterously laugh whenever we remember that beggarly moment of ours.
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