Boracay was our paradise

I had never heard of Boracay Island when he first suggested to me, while considering between Perhentian with Mr and Mrs P, Tioman and Bali. So I did a search and it turned out to be one of the top 10 beaches in the world. Being a sucker for all things beautiful and new, of course I wanted to go.

So his Filipino friend gave us some pointers on which domestic airline to take and which part of the beach we should stay. I found the tickets from KL - Manila. He sorted out the tickets from Manila - Caticlan, booked accommodation that has air-conditioning, hot water (I insisted) and in Station 1 (recommended by his friend and no shit - best beach on the island). We were ready to be in paradise.

Beginning of the trip - pale + pale.

I love the beach but I used to be afraid of swimming in the sea, reason being I can't see clearly what's underneath and my wild imagination takes my mind too far away and that had always stopped me from swimming in the sea. I used to only 'play' in the water in the sea, tan on the beach but swim in the pool. Inn Boracay, however, especially where we stayed, had the clearest sea water I've ever seen, looked just like drinking water. For the first time in my life, with the clear water and most importantly Candyman by my side, I conquered my fear and swam in the sea, for at least two hours a day. I was a little scared on the first day but I gradually got used to the water and by the last few days, I was comfortable enough to move away from Candyman for more than 3 meters. Yes, for such a big girl, I'm that timid in the sea.

As clear as drinking water.

Besides the perfect aquamarine sea water, there was the powder white sand that felt so soft on your skin. Where we stayed had the best sand with no corals at all, while Station 2 and 3 had heaps and they weren't white sand. I didn't quite understand why as they were all along the same coast but Candyman explained to me that the gradient was different at different part of the island so the quality of sand is different (Baby, you're so ssshhhmarrt!!!). We thought Boracay is the best beach that we've ever been, and mind you, he's a beach junkie and he's recently been to Phi Phi Island and Krabi. It's really as beautiful as the pictures in those advertising brochure.

My Baby being a baby

So we've done so much in that 6 days by doing nothing. We had no mobile with us at most times, no time, no work, no worries but we had each other, lots of loving, kisses and hugs, and quality time spent together. We ate when we were hungry, we swam till we needed rest, long walks on the beach till I complained about the corals hurting my sole, we had massage in the cabana by the beach at dusk, we had early nights and early mornings, we had the most polite and humble people around the resort providing their best service, we found out that we share the same favourite animal, we saw a lot of Koreans couples in matching outfit, we...

Spot the couples. Freaking funny.

There was a day where we were having so much fun under the clear blue sky, we forgot about time and by time we got back, we looked like lobster couple. That's the only evening that we didn't get a massage but we layered lots and lots of shea butter on each other's back and more calendula cream on our faces instead. We were annoyed and we were in pain but we laughed every time when we looked at each other. After my skin peeled, I managed to keep my tan although it was a shade or two fairer but my man turned totally white again, poor baby...

Before I got burnt and I was turning brown gradually.

There was a day where we went sunrise sailing and we had to get up at 4am in the morning. I didn't look very enthusiastic at the beginning but when we saw the first light, we thought all effort was worthwhile. I then turned all chirpy and chatty till something hit me - my hunger. I was then whimpering and frowning so he had to tell the boatman to take us back but I'm sure I wasn't the only hungry person!!!

Sunrise.

Trying to look perky in the too early morning.

There was also a day where we hired a boat to go around the island and to snorkel. I had a ball looking at the colourful fishes until I felt sick. I tried to tell myself that I wasn't but I was terribly sick. So he got me back on the boat and I asked him to keep snorkeling (we've paid so we, or at least he, should play as much as he could). Sea sick got worse and I started throwing up into the sea. Then he came to check on me and I was feeding the fishes with my breakfast for the y-time, so he said we had to head back, pffftt! I felt really bad and embarrassed but grateful for his decision. Sigh... who on earth gets motion sickness from snorkeling?

Back from snorkeling, chucking and surviving!

And then there came the day when we had to say goodbye to Boracay and I was whining like a 12-year-old saying that I didn't wanna leave. Every night before I dozed off, "there's only xy days left, can we turned back time", was one of the few lines that I mumbled.

Sunset.

He and his book.

The beachside cabana that we loved - we chilled on the hammock, dined and had our daily massage here.

The place we stayed at that was literally next to the beach, bliss!

End of trip - pale + brown

We're now back to the painful real world but I know where I wanna go next, hihi...