If you think Boracay is paradise, you’d only be half right. True, the quality of the fine white sand is not exaggerated, and the water is still cleaner and clearer than a lot of other beaches in the country. But Boracay isn’t for me. My idea of a beach as a getaway venue is one [...]
This dreamcatcher had a monkey’s skull at the center. The price tag was P4,000.00 so we had to content ourselves with gaping at the thing. I should mention at this point that when we passed the stall and the girls were with us, I pointed out the dreamcatcher to Sam. You know, for someone interested in dreamcatchers, I thought it was a good idea to show it to her. Huge mistake. She bugged me endlessly to buy it.
By dinner time, I was willing to concede that the tables on the brightly lit beach did have a charm all their own. Still, not being one to enjoy life in crowded places, I kept wishing there was more to Boracay than what I had seen so far. That wish would be granted the following day when we went island hopping.
White Beach is nothing compared to the solitude and pristine beauty of Puca Island and Crystal Cove.
