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We were just in time to catch the last of summer's sun in Boracay. 
It was actually perfect. They already called it an off-season back there so prices were down and there's a wider sand-space to stroll on (with lesser bodies to bump into). Well the stroll could also be considered a marathon while you're at it or if you're not really accustomed to long walks. I was told that the whole stretch was more or less 9 kilometers so if you really wanna appreciate all the bars, restaurants, shops, etc., a day or two wouldn't be enough. The sand was powder white and the beach blu
e-green. The strawberry shakes, beach benches, coconut trees, the gentle wind, multi-colored sailboats, parachutes and the sunset were all in orchestra creating a paradise-like feeling. Of course the reggae music was like a default island trip in my head since we got there. Mornings were about sho
pping walks, breakfast resto dilemma (tough decisions! tight competition when it comes to ambiance!), coffee talks, sunblock lotion logistics, and swim suit parade! Afternoons were about swimming (atleast for those that are afraid to have extra melanin), extra strolling, and rest (for lower leg pains caused by a day's walk; jaw pains caused by excessive chewing or whining, whichever; and pocket/arse pains which Einstein's law of relativity could explain). Nights were about bar hopping, night swimming (either at the the beach or resort pool), and dreaming together under the moon or better, kissin
g under the 
moon.
Parasailing was worth P1500 per head but we beheaded them with a P500 cut off. I remember once writing that sky-diving was one of my before-I-die-list. Parasailing is yet the closest I could get and boy was I freaked out at first! This was the first time someone made me cry on my birthday and it's funny that I'm not even brave enough to let go of the parachute handles to wipe my face. That's right what the ocean needs is more salt from my face! Even though parachutes are my kind of thing and sky diving is my fantasy, I am ironically afraid of heights. Luckily gravity was friendly to me at around 12:30-1pm that day. It was the time of my life and I'm with the love of my life up there! The highest high!
It was actually perfect. They already called it an off-season back there so prices were down and there's a wider sand-space to stroll on (with lesser bodies to bump into). Well the stroll could also be considered a marathon while you're at it or if you're not really accustomed to long walks. I was told that the whole stretch was more or less 9 kilometers so if you really wanna appreciate all the bars, restaurants, shops, etc., a day or two wouldn't be enough. The sand was powder white and the beach blu
e-green. The strawberry shakes, beach benches, coconut trees, the gentle wind, multi-colored sailboats, parachutes and the sunset were all in orchestra creating a paradise-like feeling. Of course the reggae music was like a default island trip in my head since we got there. Mornings were about sho
pping walks, breakfast resto dilemma (tough decisions! tight competition when it comes to ambiance!), coffee talks, sunblock lotion logistics, and swim suit parade! Afternoons were about swimming (atleast for those that are afraid to have extra melanin), extra strolling, and rest (for lower leg pains caused by a day's walk; jaw pains caused by excessive chewing or whining, whichever; and pocket/arse pains which Einstein's law of relativity could explain). Nights were about bar hopping, night swimming (either at the the beach or resort pool), and dreaming together under the moon or better, kissin
g under the 
moon.Parasailing was worth P1500 per head but we beheaded them with a P500 cut off. I remember once writing that sky-diving was one of my before-I-die-list. Parasailing is yet the closest I could get and boy was I freaked out at first! This was the first time someone made me cry on my birthday and it's funny that I'm not even brave enough to let go of the parachute handles to wipe my face. That's right what the ocean needs is more salt from my face! Even though parachutes are my kind of thing and sky diving is my fantasy, I am ironically afraid of heights. Luckily gravity was friendly to me at around 12:30-1pm that day. It was the time of my life and I'm with the love of my life up there! The highest high!
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1 Comments:
Congratulations on surviving that para-sailing experience. You have to tell me how you got it at that price though! awesome!
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