Paradise Continues
Despite the late night gimmick, my gf and I still woke up early. The morning was quite cozy, and decided to open the windows, and to my surprise (and utter delight) the sun had come out, the weather had finally cleared, and the true splendor of the island was revealed. After a quick shower, we awaited for the rest of the gang to wake up. At 8 am we all headed for the Breakfast buffet, and had a hearty meal, to awaken the senses and drown away the alcohol. The sausages and omelets were satisfying enough, that by the time we were finished, I was fully energized and raring to go and take a swim. The sight of the sun, and the bleached white sands also added to everyone’s mood, and so after taking a few snapshots of the wonderful sceneries, we all went for a swim. This is the time when you just float, feel the water around you, look up to the sky, and let everything fade away into the warm touch of serenity. The few minutes spent on the water felt like an eternity of peace, like the feeling of being weightless, back in the womb of your mother… er okay I’m blabbing, sorry bout that. We spent most of the morning on the beach, just doing laps, floating, or goofing around on the sand, taking pictures of each other. Me gf decided to get her hair braided, just like my cousin’s, so I took her to the nearest braiding local. Too bad the hotel forbade us not to get henna tattoos, or else I would have gotten two of them on my arms (oh well). After getting bored with the beach, the guys wanted to try the Jacuzzi, so we made our way to the pool area, and ordered a couple of beers, as we spent the rest of the morning relaxing on the poolside.
By the time my gf was finished with her braid, it was already noon, and my tummy was beginning to grumble. Taking quick showers up on our respective rooms, we all decided to hunt for the best seafood resto for lunch; unfortunately, the prices (especially the prawns and lobster) were ridiculously high, so we settled for a resto that offered a wider variety of food (and it also helps to have two chefs along), and ordered everything from sinigang, grilled prawns, steak, and fruit shakes. Again, we consumed the meal like a category 5 typhoon, leaving nothing to waste. Still not content, the rest of the gang headed for the nearest crepe shop, while my gf and I wandered around the stalls and started splurging on bracelets, anklets, and what-have-yous. By 2 pm we all decided to take a break and play poker for a while, but instead we all fell asleep and had siestas instead. Later that afternoon, my cousin called me up to tell me that they were going to stroll around Station 1 and to just follow afterwards. We met up in a bar called Café del Mar (Ibiza?), and waited for the sunset, while sipping on some cocktails, and beer. Now this is life! While my other cousin played with the local children, making sand castles, I ordered for some late afternoon snacks, took some pictures, and tried smoking those Indian/Muslim tobacco contraption (shisha, or however its spelled). Just when things were going swell, it started to drizzle and we had to take cover until it passed. By that time, dinnertime had arrived again, and after that was over, we were all feeling too full, or exhausted to head for the bars that early in the night. Heading back to the rooms, we decided to play a few rounds of poker to pass time, just until the nightlife started to heat-up. By 10 pm we all headed for the nightlife hotspots and decided to go bar hopping.
Our first stop was Aria, a laid back kind of bar with table situated on the beachfront sands, with people dancing while flailing fire (trust me on this one). It looked kinda’ complicated but the locals all agree that its all in the wrist, and the rhythm (tell that to me when I get my face burnt). We basically just ordered some tequila, and drank beer while chatting the night away. We then headed for a nearby bar called Hey Jude, where they played awesome music, prompting the people to party on and dance. Just watching the various people in and around was entertaining enough, and the alcohol was starting to kick in (what time do we need to get up tomorrow again?). We then headed for another bar situated near the beach, where a local reggae band was playing. Now buzzing with alcohol, we rocked along with the band; unfortunately it started to drizzle again (crap!). By the time it stopped, the party at Hey Jude was at full gear, and so we decided to party the rest of the night there. There was music, dancing, more alcohol, maybe some pot, but the rest of it was a blur, and the next thing I knew the phone was ringing, it was already morning, my cousin was on the other line informing me we had to checkout before 9, and my head was killing me. Bottom line? We all hit rock bottom last night, and had tremendous fun, but now reality was seeping back in. by 9 am that day we were heading back to Manila, but we would be taking back with us memories that wewill cherish for a long time. I only wish we could spend one more day, but I guess we have to save something for next time.
FYI: Our flight got delayed again. Curse you Cebu Pacific!
Thanks to Boracay Regency Hotel, and to the nice people of Boracay, See you all next time!
By the time my gf was finished with her braid, it was already noon, and my tummy was beginning to grumble. Taking quick showers up on our respective rooms, we all decided to hunt for the best seafood resto for lunch; unfortunately, the prices (especially the prawns and lobster) were ridiculously high, so we settled for a resto that offered a wider variety of food (and it also helps to have two chefs along), and ordered everything from sinigang, grilled prawns, steak, and fruit shakes. Again, we consumed the meal like a category 5 typhoon, leaving nothing to waste. Still not content, the rest of the gang headed for the nearest crepe shop, while my gf and I wandered around the stalls and started splurging on bracelets, anklets, and what-have-yous. By 2 pm we all decided to take a break and play poker for a while, but instead we all fell asleep and had siestas instead. Later that afternoon, my cousin called me up to tell me that they were going to stroll around Station 1 and to just follow afterwards. We met up in a bar called Café del Mar (Ibiza?), and waited for the sunset, while sipping on some cocktails, and beer. Now this is life! While my other cousin played with the local children, making sand castles, I ordered for some late afternoon snacks, took some pictures, and tried smoking those Indian/Muslim tobacco contraption (shisha, or however its spelled). Just when things were going swell, it started to drizzle and we had to take cover until it passed. By that time, dinnertime had arrived again, and after that was over, we were all feeling too full, or exhausted to head for the bars that early in the night. Heading back to the rooms, we decided to play a few rounds of poker to pass time, just until the nightlife started to heat-up. By 10 pm we all headed for the nightlife hotspots and decided to go bar hopping.
Our first stop was Aria, a laid back kind of bar with table situated on the beachfront sands, with people dancing while flailing fire (trust me on this one). It looked kinda’ complicated but the locals all agree that its all in the wrist, and the rhythm (tell that to me when I get my face burnt). We basically just ordered some tequila, and drank beer while chatting the night away. We then headed for a nearby bar called Hey Jude, where they played awesome music, prompting the people to party on and dance. Just watching the various people in and around was entertaining enough, and the alcohol was starting to kick in (what time do we need to get up tomorrow again?). We then headed for another bar situated near the beach, where a local reggae band was playing. Now buzzing with alcohol, we rocked along with the band; unfortunately it started to drizzle again (crap!). By the time it stopped, the party at Hey Jude was at full gear, and so we decided to party the rest of the night there. There was music, dancing, more alcohol, maybe some pot, but the rest of it was a blur, and the next thing I knew the phone was ringing, it was already morning, my cousin was on the other line informing me we had to checkout before 9, and my head was killing me. Bottom line? We all hit rock bottom last night, and had tremendous fun, but now reality was seeping back in. by 9 am that day we were heading back to Manila, but we would be taking back with us memories that wewill cherish for a long time. I only wish we could spend one more day, but I guess we have to save something for next time.
FYI: Our flight got delayed again. Curse you Cebu Pacific!
Thanks to Boracay Regency Hotel, and to the nice people of Boracay, See you all next time!
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