I woke up pretty early in anticipation of what was supposed to be the perfect getaway for what was a very sleepy week for me. I thought, "Hey! I could bask in the sun all day, rev up for some babe watching and probably get hitched there!"
And then it started to rain...
We boarded a nineteen-seater propeller plane and waited in anticipation of the beach's grandeur... white sands... sunny weather. Well, we hoped we would have a sunny weather then... It was all rainy in the Metro and we really wanted to enjoy Boracay very much. I thought that maybe, the rains only affected where we were then...
But I was wrong.
We arrived at Caticlan with overcast clouds... a very gloomy start, I should say... We arrived at the actual island and it was raining cats and dogs! So much for the sunny weather! Waves were crashing like hell on the shoreline. The wind was blowing like mad! Plastic signs were being thrown off base. It was really chaotic.
What was there to do? Well, we checked in our rooms and, wearing a water-resistant jacket, my cousin and I strolled along the alley of Stations 1, 2 and 3. We got to see the restaurants but the whole place was like a deserted island!
Where did all the babes go? Where did all the people go?
"Times like these," I thought. "I need a Juicy!"
So I just spent the day walking around in the rain, surfing the internet, going into a disco called Wave (where most of the patrons are matrons waiting to get hitched by foreigners), walking again, watching cable, walking again... and sleeping.
Fun, huh?
If only I offered some eggs to St. Claire before I left for the beach...
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