Borocay report
Borocay was indescribably beautiful, and I think it would take you a solid month in this earthly paradise to fully drink it all in. It's an all out attack on the senses, the thick layer of serenity and gorgeousness instantly melted away the thick icy layers that one gets from enduring a frozen hell for so long. I suddenly felt so diabolically spoiled rotten being here, like it was a cardinal sin when others were freezing their silly asses back home in shitcago. I liken it to Hawaii on steroids, but with Mexico's cheapness. There were many similarities to Mexico about the Philippines: both people's love Mango, use pesos, and are insanely opportunistic.
We met this ultra cool guide named Sallyboy who we hired to take us snorkeling then island hopping. My girl and I started feeding entire schools of fishies bread, and the gorgeous multi hued fishies attacked the food I offered em, and I enjoyed feeling their nibbling on my hands...amazing. Comically, these small rowboat 'salesmen' came about and tried selling us icecream or bocajuice (coconut juice) which was fucken hillarious. 'Philippino service' with a smile. I was tempted to buy some just because it was so absurdly funny.
Afterwards we headed to a insane seafood market where we bought enough food to feed a king: scrumptious blue marlon fillets, live dungeonous crab, live lobster wearing beautifully colored armor, and prawns the length of my hand. Sallyboy even got us the necessary ingredients, red chillies, garlic, vinegar for meat-sauce. I asked them if they were sick of seafood and they nodded, and it seemed that they loved red meat much more. My tagalog's getting tight, and most Flips seem to think I've got a very pliable tongue, who knew? :P
We then went to this isle called the Crystal cove and went cave exploring while our lunch was being prepared on a natural outdoor grill. The caves were crazy, and on the following day we explored cave #2 with this Russian couple we befriended who were staying at the same hotel we were at.
Speaking of Hotels, don't ever do what we did which was stay at the horrid Microtel. The first day our room was late, and then some crazy old fart started banging hysterically on the door that seperates the rooms at 4 am. I roared something challengingly and the fuckhead shat up. Turned out the crazy old fool was some obnoxious American geezer who was also complaining about others and was transferred next to us. Anyways, we complained and got an upgrade. But the staff nickel and dime you for stupid shit and it gets irritating real fast. Your best bet is to grab a room around station 1, they've got very comfy quarters there and theres plenty of places to shop and eat at. Not to mention most of the tenants are westerners and foreigners. I don't know bout you but I much rather prefer hanging with the locals. Fuck tourists!
The following morning a school of kids came swarming around us and picking out the prettiest seashells and stones along the shore. We gave em some coins but they were more happy when we gave em our bags of chips, which they greedily fought after. You notice these kids seemed more natural, more like kids ought to be. They weren't these horrifically spoiled little snots back in the states. There was this keen subtle smartness in their eyes which I admired. They weren't even looking to get paid or expecting anything in return, they simply were glad to demonstrate the keeness of their vision.
On Fri night, we went to the atms and found they were depleted. All of the locals attack it at once because it's payday, plus all the tourists also do so to prepare for their weekend partaying. S'all good, because my girlfriend got sick from having eaten too much crab. These American college kids in line were asking us how to get cash, because its a cash society here...and some of em were whinning 'We're so screwed' which made me laugh. My girl and I hopped in a tricycle back to Microtel, got some cash in our safe box, then headed to dinner at this place called Friday's. We had a memorable meal: blue marlon kabobs, oysters, seafood pie, salmon, shrimp, etc...all fresh, all delicious. The meal burned a large imprint in my mental camera.
I enjoyed walking along the dark beach, feeling the subtle wind on my back as I walked along with my gal back home. I loved the walkways, the huts and bungallows, and everything about this place made me swollen with envy and flooded my brain with immense love. How anybody could resist such a place was beyond me. Of course, some people were so stiff here, especially the foreigners. They simply hung at the hotel like a bunch of damned idiots, baking red like lobsters and getting massages. They didn't dare go venture out and even snorkel, much less go island hopping or cave exploring. Only the Russians did, and they hardly spoke a speck of English but they were fun and had a blast.
I'm now back in Manila, in my sig other's village. She's at church with her mom. I loved it there, the whiteness, and the sacred austere of the humble yet spacious place. I loved the play lot next to it where she used to swing and play when she was a little girl, and the Mackahaya that grows natively in the grass, which she used to also play with....also known as the shy plant, the praying plant or the sensitive plant. Mine back home committed suicide, I'll need to get a new one now.
Okay, more when I get back home. I've written a ton in my handwritten journal I'll have to transfer to my blog when I come home. Wish me a safe flight!
We met this ultra cool guide named Sallyboy who we hired to take us snorkeling then island hopping. My girl and I started feeding entire schools of fishies bread, and the gorgeous multi hued fishies attacked the food I offered em, and I enjoyed feeling their nibbling on my hands...amazing. Comically, these small rowboat 'salesmen' came about and tried selling us icecream or bocajuice (coconut juice) which was fucken hillarious. 'Philippino service' with a smile. I was tempted to buy some just because it was so absurdly funny.
Afterwards we headed to a insane seafood market where we bought enough food to feed a king: scrumptious blue marlon fillets, live dungeonous crab, live lobster wearing beautifully colored armor, and prawns the length of my hand. Sallyboy even got us the necessary ingredients, red chillies, garlic, vinegar for meat-sauce. I asked them if they were sick of seafood and they nodded, and it seemed that they loved red meat much more. My tagalog's getting tight, and most Flips seem to think I've got a very pliable tongue, who knew? :P
We then went to this isle called the Crystal cove and went cave exploring while our lunch was being prepared on a natural outdoor grill. The caves were crazy, and on the following day we explored cave #2 with this Russian couple we befriended who were staying at the same hotel we were at.
Speaking of Hotels, don't ever do what we did which was stay at the horrid Microtel. The first day our room was late, and then some crazy old fart started banging hysterically on the door that seperates the rooms at 4 am. I roared something challengingly and the fuckhead shat up. Turned out the crazy old fool was some obnoxious American geezer who was also complaining about others and was transferred next to us. Anyways, we complained and got an upgrade. But the staff nickel and dime you for stupid shit and it gets irritating real fast. Your best bet is to grab a room around station 1, they've got very comfy quarters there and theres plenty of places to shop and eat at. Not to mention most of the tenants are westerners and foreigners. I don't know bout you but I much rather prefer hanging with the locals. Fuck tourists!
The following morning a school of kids came swarming around us and picking out the prettiest seashells and stones along the shore. We gave em some coins but they were more happy when we gave em our bags of chips, which they greedily fought after. You notice these kids seemed more natural, more like kids ought to be. They weren't these horrifically spoiled little snots back in the states. There was this keen subtle smartness in their eyes which I admired. They weren't even looking to get paid or expecting anything in return, they simply were glad to demonstrate the keeness of their vision.
On Fri night, we went to the atms and found they were depleted. All of the locals attack it at once because it's payday, plus all the tourists also do so to prepare for their weekend partaying. S'all good, because my girlfriend got sick from having eaten too much crab. These American college kids in line were asking us how to get cash, because its a cash society here...and some of em were whinning 'We're so screwed' which made me laugh. My girl and I hopped in a tricycle back to Microtel, got some cash in our safe box, then headed to dinner at this place called Friday's. We had a memorable meal: blue marlon kabobs, oysters, seafood pie, salmon, shrimp, etc...all fresh, all delicious. The meal burned a large imprint in my mental camera.
I enjoyed walking along the dark beach, feeling the subtle wind on my back as I walked along with my gal back home. I loved the walkways, the huts and bungallows, and everything about this place made me swollen with envy and flooded my brain with immense love. How anybody could resist such a place was beyond me. Of course, some people were so stiff here, especially the foreigners. They simply hung at the hotel like a bunch of damned idiots, baking red like lobsters and getting massages. They didn't dare go venture out and even snorkel, much less go island hopping or cave exploring. Only the Russians did, and they hardly spoke a speck of English but they were fun and had a blast.
I'm now back in Manila, in my sig other's village. She's at church with her mom. I loved it there, the whiteness, and the sacred austere of the humble yet spacious place. I loved the play lot next to it where she used to swing and play when she was a little girl, and the Mackahaya that grows natively in the grass, which she used to also play with....also known as the shy plant, the praying plant or the sensitive plant. Mine back home committed suicide, I'll need to get a new one now.
Okay, more when I get back home. I've written a ton in my handwritten journal I'll have to transfer to my blog when I come home. Wish me a safe flight!