For a vacation weekend, we started out stressed: our wailing dog had to be taken to a boarding vet, house/car keys to be entrusted to neighbors, last minute packing, with Pop and Star coming from night duties (no sleep!). Pop's flight is at 6am (Cebu Pacific), mine at 9am and Star's at 11am (PAL) -- different flights because we need at least one of us to stay alive if one plane crashes or something. Kidding. Blame it on promo fares. Pop lined up at the check in counter for a whole hour, and was told that she, together with 7 other passengers, could no longer be accommodated in the flight because they were late. Everyone's stress level shot up, and one caucasian guy wanted to punch the lady officer, who dilly-dallied in checking them in (looong story). It was all sorted out, without violence, and everyone was able to board.
Star and I checked in at the same time, despite the different flight schedule. The check-in personnel asked me if I wanted to board an earlier flight, at 7am., instead of 9am. I said yes, thinking I could meet up with Pop at Caticlan, instead of getting to Boracay by my lonesome. Then I remembered I have another sister waiting behind me, and I asked the nice check-in girl if Star could be with me in the flight too. She said yes. Then seemed to change her mind, and said, "would you two like to be on the 630am flight instead? But you need to hurry because boarding starts soon." Who says no to that?
Star and I were all smiles when we met up with Pop at Caticlan airport an hour later. We can have breakfast, in Boracay! Every extra hour we could squeeze in Boracay is very much welcome.
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| Day Off ng mga manangs: milking Mesa's bottomless lemonade for all its worth. |
Every morning I spent on the island is awesome. I'd wake up early, and shake the sisters awake, only to be met with such hostility that I did not try it again the next day. Then I'd take a long walks, envying those taking jogs (why, oh why did I not pack my
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| The Lord of the Flies crowd. |
The dragon boat (?) people. They would heave and move it a few inches. Stop. Then lift it again. And there's like, ten of them lifting. Like the boat's made of lead. I figure they would have it on the waters by noontime.
I'd park my ass at a nearby Jonah's (they're everywhere!) and take a wildly zoomed in shot of Willy's Rock, because everyone has to have a picture of it.
Boats for island hopping. We didn't see any need to visit the nearby islands twice in our lifetime.
I forgot to bring slippers to the beach (what??) but my adventure shoes are more up to the job.
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| The Great Sandsifter. |
The adventure shoes in this obligatory/tradition shot.
I didn't know boats dock in Station 1. This was near TGIF, and I was saddened to see that side of the beach a little unkept, littered with these slimy green algae(?). The other beachfront resorts take pains to remove these every morning, and rake away the small, sharp stones in the sand. What, you think you Station 1 looks picturesque au naturel?
By mid-morning, I would start stalking people. This is the little star of Honesto, staying in the same resort as ours.
Push mo yang satin-white high-heeled shoes mo, 'te.
And some randoms strangers, so I can caption the picture with banat lines I read on twitter.
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| "Ayoko ng katulad mo. Gusto ko ikaw mismo." |
And my favorite shot of the trip:
Thank you, Manong Vendor, for passing by so often I was finally able to take a good shot of you.
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