beaching it
Move on to another day, to a whole new town with a whole new way. Went to the porch to have a thought got to the door and then I couldn't stop. You don't know where as you don't know when but you've still got your words and you've got your friends- MM
It started at 4:00am with my little travel alarm clock going off in my ear.
-van to the airport(got a coffee)
-plane to Catyclan
-trike to the boat dock
-boat to the island of Boracay
By 8:00am I was walking down one of the top 5 beaches in the world.
An un-believable 7km. of prime beach front. This is not the extent of boracay's beaches. Its simply the main drag. By the time I had walked end to end and half way back I was ready to find a place to stay. To be perfectly honest words are not the best way to describe this place.
No photo enhancements I promise you. This is the natural color of the water. Crystal clear With powder white sand.
After finding a place to stay I explored. The "road" that lies back a few hunred feet from the water and takes you anywhere you want to go, from 5 star resorts to tiny buget cafes.
What can I say, its a tough life.
I spent the days skim boarding, sailing, snorkeling, and hangin out. oh.. and.. I couldn't resist getting one massage on the beach. Lying in bed one night I realized that at that point I had on my body at the same time: rash on my stomach from my week of surfing, sand burn on my knees from skim boarding, coral cuts on my feet from snorkeling, sun burn on my shoulders from sailing, and skin missing on my back from crawling in a out of the sharp coral caves on the other side of the island. Deffinitely a cooler combination of injuries that I have become acustom to over the past months.
Shadowy, sandy proof of my existance here, complete with date.
ok. As good as the days are here, the nights are better.
Take your pick, whatever you are into, there is a never ending list of choices: shopping, clubs, bars, restaurants of every description and ethnic origin.
Composed of little more that a grass roof, hand-made furniture, and a sand floor this was my favorite. complete with a couple of pool tables, and a pacific breeze I couldn't complain. The food wasn't bad either.
It was this place where I spent one night here litening to the live music and hanging out with some local hippies. From europe, they felt their existance best lived out working for 5 months of the year, and living here, and various other beaches the rest of the time. Hard to blame them.
I'm writing this post on thursday. Tomorrow I leave for Australia. I don't know how easy it will be to keep up this blog. So forgive me if there is no more. I should be home in mid-late may. Hope you enjoyed the experience.
-Also pray for the orphanage right now as they have had some severe complications recently and are going through a very dark time-
It started at 4:00am with my little travel alarm clock going off in my ear.
-van to the airport(got a coffee)
-plane to Catyclan
-trike to the boat dock
-boat to the island of Boracay
By 8:00am I was walking down one of the top 5 beaches in the world.
An un-believable 7km. of prime beach front. This is not the extent of boracay's beaches. Its simply the main drag. By the time I had walked end to end and half way back I was ready to find a place to stay. To be perfectly honest words are not the best way to describe this place.
No photo enhancements I promise you. This is the natural color of the water. Crystal clear With powder white sand.
After finding a place to stay I explored. The "road" that lies back a few hunred feet from the water and takes you anywhere you want to go, from 5 star resorts to tiny buget cafes.
What can I say, its a tough life.
I spent the days skim boarding, sailing, snorkeling, and hangin out. oh.. and.. I couldn't resist getting one massage on the beach. Lying in bed one night I realized that at that point I had on my body at the same time: rash on my stomach from my week of surfing, sand burn on my knees from skim boarding, coral cuts on my feet from snorkeling, sun burn on my shoulders from sailing, and skin missing on my back from crawling in a out of the sharp coral caves on the other side of the island. Deffinitely a cooler combination of injuries that I have become acustom to over the past months.
Shadowy, sandy proof of my existance here, complete with date.
ok. As good as the days are here, the nights are better.
Take your pick, whatever you are into, there is a never ending list of choices: shopping, clubs, bars, restaurants of every description and ethnic origin.
Composed of little more that a grass roof, hand-made furniture, and a sand floor this was my favorite. complete with a couple of pool tables, and a pacific breeze I couldn't complain. The food wasn't bad either.
It was this place where I spent one night here litening to the live music and hanging out with some local hippies. From europe, they felt their existance best lived out working for 5 months of the year, and living here, and various other beaches the rest of the time. Hard to blame them.
I'm writing this post on thursday. Tomorrow I leave for Australia. I don't know how easy it will be to keep up this blog. So forgive me if there is no more. I should be home in mid-late may. Hope you enjoyed the experience.
-Also pray for the orphanage right now as they have had some severe complications recently and are going through a very dark time-
posted by jimi at 12:57 AM
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