Boracay in August: Part 2

Before we left for Boracay, a lot of people also questioned the date of
our trip. We were all imagining the same thing: stormy weather, big
waves, deserted island...

We couldn't have been more wrong.

What rain?

Even if the sky was dark while we were in Tabon port, the sun broke out just as we stepped on the island. God loves us!

If I had no idea what month it was, I would have thought it was summer.
The weather was perfect! Cool breeze, hot sun, calm water and without
the icky summertime algae! Even the locals said we were lucky.
According to them, days before we arrived, it was just raining non-stop.
What can I say, I bring the sun with me. Haha!



So we were lucky. But just in case, here's what to expect when travelling to Boracay during the "off-season."

1. Cheaper rates.
Like I said, we got our beach front cottage for just P900 a night.

2. Koreans, Koreans,Koreans.
I have nothing against Koreans, but seeing them in groups every single minute in their heels and long sleeves and matching outfits kinda gets to me. I swear, with their population on the island, you'd think you were in Korea. Even establishments now have a Korean version of their signs.



3. Anti-Habagat nets.
Establishments usually put up nets tied to bamboo poles facing the beach.
This is to shield them from the strong Habagat winds during this season.
It's not that bad, it just blocks the scene of shops and bars when you're in the water.



4.Tambay with the locals.
Because the island wasn't overpopulated and the locals weren't busy,we got to hang-out and mingle with them. They were the skim boarders, bar owners, bartenders, waiters, dragonboat people...they're really cool and their lifestyle makes you feel like you're a freaking slave.

We really learned a lot from them. But the most important thing we learned was this: they can't stand Manileños. I don't blame them. The way some people turn Boracay into Greenbelt or Eastwood, that sucks. The way, (as the locals put it) "they come and strut around the island like it's theirs." I could just imagine. All the noisy dude-pares and the screaming, tipsy chicks who come there to meet each other, screw each other and go back to Manila, leaving their mess behind. Yes, I can't stand Manileños too. Boracay, adopt me.

But that's not all. They really cringe at celebrities too! According to the locals all of them look alike, those tisoys and tisays who feel oh so special. They really don't give a shit about these people. As a matter of fact, some of the locals leave the island during the peak season to avoid the Manila crowd. Sad isn't it? It's a good thing we got a chance to hang out with them.
Boracay, I'm yours.

Once When It Rained

The only time it really rained in Boracay was on the morning of our second day.
Ezra and I woke up to wind so strong it was bending the coconut trees, really heavy rain and big-ass waves. But instead of staying in the cottage, we gulped down some Tanduay, changed into our suits and charged the sea, screaming our lungs out.

"Is that all you've got?!!"

"Sige, ibuhos mo pa, t*ngina!!!"

"You can't ruin our mood, God! We're in Boracay!!!"

We were the only people on the beach. No one was crazy (or drunk) enough to go out in that weather. The sky and the water were practically touching each other, it was dark and freezing cold. The water looked so scary, like an infinite army of waves that kept pushing us to shore and we just kept pushing back. We spent a good hour or two just running and shouting and swimming under the dark clouds like it was the end of the world.

Pretty soon, when God realized that there was nothing he could do to dampen our spirit, the sun came out.

Things to do before I die: Swim in a stormy sea, check.

A Few More Pics

Just
sharing a few more pics that I may not be able to fit into any other
article. Here's hoping they tell the rest of the story.