after 6 years of annual pilgrimage to paradise land, Boracay, I am reposting what I wrote on my first visit to Boracay in 2004.
I will not forget that Friday afternoon as Joana, my friend designer from VH, and I sat on the edge of our seats in a cab in the middle of a monstrous traffic on the way to the airport. While the driver went on chatting dreamily about his beautiful hometown in Iloilo, we had frantic expression all over our faces. Or he probably just acted dumb so he can tell us his story or was just too happy he has “captive” audience. We were sweating not from the heat but from anxiety. The plane will soon take off and we were near yet so far. I was calling on all the gods in heaven but to no avail. The traffic was not moving!
So I prayed that the flight gets delayed. I was seriously contemplating on getting out of the cab and just walk or run the rest of the way. I didn’t realize I spoke my mind out to which the driver said it was still too far. We were at Nichols.
When we finally got to the Centennial airport, we ran from one end to another but couldn’t find our counter. Because, it is already closed! Severe panic time. I ask myself, how many times have I done this with Joana? How many times have we raced in different airports barely catching our breaths to make it in time for boarding. How many times have we told ourselves next time we’d come earlier? We have this habit of
going to the airport with just some allowance for boarding. Who wants to sit at the lounge area for hours? Ergo this, we run in high heels, as we’re fond of wearing, lugging our suitcases behind. But this time we’re prepared for battle, we’re carrying backpacks.
As these thoughts raced my mind and as we frantically ask for help to show us where we can get our boarding passes, everything around us seemed to move in slo-mo. Then I glance back at Joana behind me and notice that her tube top was falling off. I point it out and she stops a while to adjust it while I continue on. We laugh nervously and quicken our pace.
Finally,we find the counter dedicated for latecomers.The staff at the counter gave us stern looks. They reminded us to come early next time. I kept a smile on my face while I silently prayed, please stop the plane and let us board it. It is the LFO
today, the next flight is tomorrow. Good thing, the flight was delayed so we got in! What a relief! I could have kissed that lady even though she was somber and all. We even had some relaxing minutes at the lounge area before finally boarding. Hallelujah, God is good. Oh what can I say, we’re blessed.
Fast forward to Boracay. It’s one beautiful island surrounded by beautiful waters & colorful marine life, inhabited by friendly & golden brown folks, blaring reggae music, colorful drinks, body massage, bikini, sexy bodies, pretty faces, what more to ask for? Welcome to paradise!
We met Claire, my good friend designer from Kamiseta, there who went a day ahead of us and left a day before us. That night, we had a great time at Bom-Bom bar. Great music, friendly people. I loved their vocalist, great voice, smooth & cool.
One of my fave pics, the one I took of Joana.
Next day, I woke up early to watch the most spectacular show on earth. It’s a habit I have, watching sunrise at the beach. I just sat there, enthralled as I watched the most beautiful presentation on the face of the earth. As the golden sun rises, the spectrum of colors magically transforms to a whole new array of colors unfolding right before my very eyes. Wow! What a real treat! No dull moments, every
second the panoramic colors change. Now pink, then green, then purple, yellow, orange. A symphony of Colors. I was awed by The Master at play. I could not help by say a prayer of thanksgiving. It was dazzling. Awesome. Moving. Calming. It gave me sheer joy. Contentment. Which makes you think,life is truly beautiful.
Unfortunately, my digicam did not capture the beauty of the sunrise skies. But you get it, right?
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