Parties!

Boracay has always been and always will be a party place. It's one party after another night after night, all year round.

On our first night, we kicked off our stay with champagne on the beach while watching the sunset. Ah, such is life. We had dinner right after that. Food was great! After dinner, we decided to join whatever parties there will be at D'Mall. We walked (again) to our destination, enjoying the sea breeze. It was too early for any party; people are just starting to have their supper. So, we went around the shops, trying to look for bargains. After an hour or so, we decided to call it a day and turn in. It was a tricycle ride back to the resort. Not one of us even entertained the idea of walking back; if someone did, I'm pretty sure her head will be bitten off. We were just too darn tired - the girls perhaps too conked out with their mermaid adventure, and me, well, I'm still tired most of the time.

It was a shame to be in bed and sleeping by ten o'clock when one is in Boracay. So, we decided to redeem ourselves the following day. Starting at lunch, we had a couple of drinks. Gigi called her husband and got the go signal to have Sex on the Beach (the cocktail! the cocktail!); Leila had a bottle of beer, I had a Margarita. We were about to head back for an afternoon nap when we got rained in. So, it's another round of drinks.

230 in the afternoon is just too early for partying, so when the rain let up, we headed for the resort and had our siesta. It was early dinner for us and we just hanged around. We joined the party (finally!?) around 1030 that night. Oh, good! People were dancing to trance music, drinks and conversations were flowing. We made a few friends that night; but specially connected with a Brazilian girl. She was fun and we decided to meet up with her for lunch the following day.

Lunch with Ms. Brazil was lovely. We all talked like we've been friends for the longest time; there were no awkward moments; none of those uneasy gaps. After the huge lunch, we took another walk along the beach, jumped into the water, paddled around a bit. We parted ways just long enough to change out of our swimsuits into dry clothes. Then, it's another bottle of champagne on the beach. Sunset was not seen this time as rain threatened to pour anytime.

We had dinner at this neighboring resort called Waling Waling. We occupied a cabana and just talked ourselves to the point of sleeping. We were too comfortable to be bothered moving to another place. We all decided to call it a night when it became too much of an effort to keep our eyes open.

Good food, great place and the best company, what more can a girl ask for on a holiday?