Saturday, June 03, 2006

Yet Again

What can I say? The beach bug bit, and it bit HARD. Funds were limited but I just couldn't resist catching the last vestiges of summer 2006 on the white, powder-fine sand beaches of Boracay. Last time I was there, I was with 8 other people. This time, there were only three of us. Result: we got a lot more things done.

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I took this purty picture!

We took the PAL flight from Manila to Roxas City to take advantage of the sumptuous meals prepared for us by my friend's family. It's just too bad I'm not a big fan of seafood, because being in the seafood capital of the Philippines, where i could have had all the crabs, shrimps, prawns, scallops, and various other kinds of fish and shellfish we could eat, I barely touched the stuff. After breakfast, we took the four-hour land trip to Caticlan. It was pretty much uneventful, except it was during that trip that a friend texted me that my boy Taylor Hicks won American Idol. Woohoo!

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At puka beach

We hired a paraw to take us to puka beach. The ride there was pretty cool: the wind in my hair, the sun on my back, the sea spray on my face. When we weren't island-hopping, we spent most of the time on our favorite spot on the front beach, right in front of Lea's bar, just lounging around, waiting for happy hour so we can sip our shakes or guzzle our San Mig Light and enjoy the sunset...

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Taekwondo-jins out on a late afternoon jog

The definite highlight of the trip, though, was our parasailing adventure Saturday afternoon. One word to describe the experience: awesome. Talk about getting "high."

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I had to calm freaked-out Ryan while we were up in the air.

Afterwards, we enjoyed a shake at Jonah's. I highly recommend the banana-papaya. Yum.

Our last supper on the island actually felt like our last supper ever. There was a buy one, take one promo on ALL food and drinks at one of the Italian restaurants in Station 2. We ordered a pasta, a pizza, chicken wings and drinks. Multiply all that by 2 and we had enough chow for six or seven people. Whew. Sometimes I think I can still taste the puttanesca....

Then it was off to the bars. We couldn't leave without having Jam Jars at Cocomangas, which are pretty pricey now at P150 a jar. Highway robbery, if you ask me. We also had ourselves one of those water pipes, common in the middle east, or at least, middle eastern-themed bars. I'd post a photo, but, nah, I'm sure nobody needs to see me smoke shisha.

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Willy's rock.

The Bora trip was over before I could get a decent tan. I once heard somebody say that one should always take vacations whether one can afford them or not; the memories, he said, will be priceless. Sounds like copy for an advertising campaign, but I have to admit I've taken it to heart. The Bora memories from this trip should last me a lifetime. Or at least, until the next great vacation.


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