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Boracay bragbook -2 |
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Source: Inquirer |
Author: Jason Doplito |
Date: 2001-05-02 |
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Boracay for me is lying on the sand under a blanket of stars with Tammy, Jason
and Tim at 3 a.m. It is neglecting my cell phone and realizing that I could actually
live without text-messaging. It is kicking myself for my stupid obsession for shoes
when I could actually live in this island without a single pair. It is forgetting my low
tolerance for spicy food and savoring every bite of our meal at True Food. It is
automatically ordering banana-mango shakes in every single restaurant and
sipping them while my feet are buried in the cool sand. It is the P80 gourmet pizza
that you can enjoy while watching the sunset. It is walking around drenched,
waiting for the sun and the wind to dry me up. It is getting really, really burned, as
red as a lobster, and not really caring at all. It is the endless laughter. It is the
adrenaline rush and the nonstop flow of activities. It is looking up at the sky at
night and actually seeing stars. It is finding precious hoop earrings for a very low
price. It is spending long minutes in an art museum that is posing as a store. It is
digging "2bU!" in the sand. It is swimming while fish fly in front of you. It is getting
bitten by nasty mosquitoes but having too much fun to really notice. It is this place
that seems to never sleep. It is twisting your foot while walking in the sand. It is
finding sand in your underwear and not shrieking about it. It is taking a bath with
saltwater coming out of the shower. It is petting friendly dogs that are wandering
on the beach. It is eating hotdogs and barbecue on the sand after dancing at 4
a.m. It is a discovery--the humbling experience of an accident that made me
realize I am human, as fragile as everyone else. It is letting go of all insecurities. It
is liberation. It is the freedom of wearing whatever you want. It is the interesting
characters that play so many roles, with the beach as their backdrop. It is missing
the people I love and wishing they were with me to cherish every view, every
taste, every sound, every smell. It is a sensory overload. It is not caring about
how many rolls of film you’ve used up--just as long as you capture the moment.
It is forgetting to give out my calling card. It is making connections--not the
business but the human kind. It is sharing a room with five other people, a bed
with three others and still loving the whole experience. It is loving my colleagues
as I would love friends, and loving these friends as if they were my siblings.
That was my Boracay experience. Pam Pastor, Inquirer News Service
THE last time I’ve been to the beach--well, I don’t even remember the last time
I’ve been to the beach. That’s because my parents aren’t exactly big fans of the
beach. So to me, just to be near a beach was nirvana. Maybe not exactly
nirvana, but something extremely different. And to be spoiled enough to not only
be able to see a beach but to see Boracay, damn, I probably wouldn’t settle for
any other beach again, ever.
It was also my first time to travel without my parents…not that I was going to
travel with complete strangers, since three of the 2bU! correspondents were
already in Boracay, and two more were on their way. And I have no problem
with airplanes--the ones that don’t crash, anyway. The trip to the island wasn’t
that boring, considering I didn’t have a discman with me (I did not forget to bring
a discman…I merely did not have a functioning discman). Ruth and Mon from
Smart were with me, as well as YS writer Marco Lobregat. It was pretty cool
since I’ve seen Marco a bunch of times before the trip (not to mention he’s pretty
easy on the eyes).
Fast-forward to the island--the ocean’s beautiful. Looking out the car window
during our Aklan drive, I already wanted to jump into the ocean (Sir Mon
actually said that…and believe me, he takes that literally). I spent the first day
gawking over the ocean and switching hotel rooms and hotels with the other
2bU! correspondents and the people from Smart. Finally, after squishing us six
correspondents into one room that Sir Mon gave up for us, our Boracay
escapades were about to begin. And it’s a very good thing we got our room on
the first floor and not have to hike up a darn mountain to get to our rooms (room
107. How ironic to have a room with the same number as my favorite radio
station).
If there’s one thing I didn’t want to do in Boracay, it would have been to sleep. I
had a total of eight hours of sleep, and if I could, I wouldn’t have slept at all. The
minute you wake up there’s something to do, somewhere to eat, and at night,
some place to party. It’s a wonder how one stretch of restaurants, bars, shops
and resorts could keep a person so busy. The banana boat ride, the
island-hopping (well okay, it was only one island, but still), the snorkeling--where
I almost drowned, but hey, I went snorkeling in Boracay, dammit, how cool is
that?!
The best activity would probably be jet skiing. I’m not really a daredevil, and I
have to admit, I was reluctant when I saw the banana boat pull up the shore
(okay I’m chicken, so there!). But after Pam repeatedly said it was cool and it
was fun, I finally drove that baby over the waves. And I have to say, that was the
first thing I missed when I stepped off the airport. It was like controlling your own
roller coaster, pushing up to speed and riding off waves as salt water splashes on
your body and the wind whips at your face. Of course, let’s not forget moments
like Pam and Tammy falling into the water after colliding jet skis.
Eating was also a priority. Ruth and Mon practically shoved all the good food
and shakes into our mouths at every activity pit stop. And who are we to say no?
We taste-tested every restaurant that served calamares, downed more than a
dozen fruit shakes and marveled over all the delectable seafood on every menu.
At night, different bars offered different drinks, from what Jules calls "the kiddy
drinks" to hardcore mixes, some exotic and only found on the island.
The beach alone was already amazing. The algae didn’t bother us that much…at
night it was low tide, and we’d walk along the shore and check out the marks the
waves left on the sand. Then there were the sunset, the sunrise (which I
unfortunately never stayed up for or woke up for to see), and just the sun, period.
Me, the person who proclaims daily that I hate the sun, finally gave in to what
man used to worship as a god and got a pretty good tan in return. The sand was
powder-fine, and unfortunately for my mom, who wanted me to pick shells for
her, was shell-free. You could run on it without sandals and not worry about
getting cut by nasty crustacean leftovers. And the water, the water…it was so
clear you could see the bottom.
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