Sublimity in print.

2GO Masagana
What's on and below the deck?

The school year is over. It was my first time traveling alone with 2GO Travel, and the first time experiencing a seven-hour delay before arriving at my destination. The vessel had some “technical issues,” so the supposedly night trip went to a day trip instead. I was rereading Jose Rizal’s El Filibusterismo during the waiting hours—just to kill the time—and I was between Chapters 1 to 2 which talks about the bapor tabo. In my experience aboard the Masagana, I noticed an invisible division between passengers inside the hotel-like interior of the vessel and those outside on the upper deck. The delay had caused this division, with passengers inside enjoying amenities while those outside were uncovered to the scorching heat of the sun, the banging sound of machines, and black smoke from the funnel. 

2GO is known for its massive ships, and this latest built Masagana was something I look forward to the most. Upon entering the lobby and stepping out of the elevator to catch my breath, I was greeted by the cool air of the facility. The staff welcomed me politely, and the porters, wearing 2GO shirts, slouched on the ground after having carried the passengers’ baggage. The dried-up sweat provided relief from my body’s strain, the staff’s smiles sounded like lullabies in the dawn, and the porters’ towels and handkerchiefs were filled with sweat like oceans of their strength. The presence of two stores facing the entrance caught my attention: Kultura and Miniso. To the left side is a salon. It just so happened that my room was only a few feet away from Watsons, so I couldn’t wait to check out what was inside after settling in.

In my tourist accommodation, I met a grandmother and an unmarried woman. The grandmother offered me her pillow when she found out that my bed didn’t have one. At that time, she had slept on her bed with only her piled clothes as her pillow, and I was very grateful for her kindness. Morning came and the unmarried woman joined me whenever I strolled around the vessel, and she even treated me to an on-board pizza with four mini slices. I paired the pizza with a David size Hazelnut Latte from Café 2GO. She helped me take pictures and was even generous whenever I needed an angle to capture things. The three of us enjoyed our complimentary lunch together at one table. The grandmother joked about my young age, saying I have the opportunity to marry ten times. Our laughter filled the air, reaching the same level as the spirited singing of a passenger in a lively karaoke session. Amidst our glee, it seemed like a serene tranquility to those voicing their dissatisfaction about the delay, especially the passengers lurking in the upper part of the deck. The used-to-be pale yellow sweet and smoother texture of the iconic squared baked delicacy served in the ship for years was now crunchy and quite hard, filled with an almost tasteless sprinkle of a moment unreturned, canceled schedules, and quick negotiations.

We strolled around the upper deck and saw a group of men watching a basketball game while most of the old people sat down in front of the transparent glass where the outside portion of the upper deck could be seen. Their faces were statues like the ship’s status. Babies were crying for milk, children were asking for snacks and others for a stuffed toy sold in Miniso, and adults were typing on their phones or perhaps looking for signals as I saw arms raised upwards while holding a phone. These were the movements happening on the deck. We went outside and looked around the ocean. A child asked to see a dolphin, but the mother said it had already passed. I didn’t notice one either, but I was hoping to see a dolphin, too. Some passengers who went to the lower deck treated themselves to coffee, a small cake from Goldilocks, a dessert from Brownies Unlimited, or a pizza. They couldn’t escape the crowd gathering in the karaoke as it was one of the first things to see when descending. There was also a charging station nearby where people took turns to charge their phones. 

I wasn’t able to proceed to the next chapter of Rizal’s novel because my attention got rocked towards socializing around and wandering in the corners of the vessel. Instead, the book was left on my accommodation’s bed underneath the pillow. The invisible wall wasn’t about the poor and the rich nor the people on and below the deck. It was about the passengers’ resilience in weighing their frustrations and composure throughout the journey.

Well, the rest is history.

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