Everyone has been to Boracay but me.
To be honest, I really don’t feel compelled to visit the most celebrated island in the Philippines. I know the sand is to die for but I really don’t judge a place by its sand. I’m not sure if it’s just me, but I feel there is more to a place than fine sand. Please don’t get me wrong, I’m not being a snob about it, I’m not even avoiding Boracay, it’s just that it’s not pulling my soles at all.
And so it happened that en route to Mindanao, we passed through Aklan and C suggested we detoured to Boracay for a day or so. Well, I said, why not?
The wind was whipping the coconut trees covering the mall-like arcade fronting the white sands of Boracay as our leg-powered pedicab wound through the narrow alleys. We alighted at the farthest lodge. We weren’t really avoiding the crowd; it just happened that it was the cheapest room we can find for an overnight stay at the island.
We quickly unpacked and left the room. I was curious about Boracay’s popularity.
The waves were slamming like crazy on the banks of the arcade as we reached the beach. A windstorm seemed hell-bent on drowning everything and I can hardly see the beach at all. This however didn’t stop people from flocking the small boulevard.
It was like walking along Ayala Avenue on a rush hour, only instead of business suits and sharp office attires, people were wearing wide-brimmed hats, colorful floral swimsuits and flip-flops.
Riding along the throng of beautiful beach people, we checked out the stores fronting the beach.
From Station 3, where our cheap-ass lodge is located, we walked all the way to way to the end of Station 2 where the more posh resorts are. I observed the gradual increase of quality and priceyness of the resorts and boutiques as we got farther away from Station 3.
I apologize for not taking pictures of the arcade. Although my camera was just hanging around my neck, I didn’t feel like clicking the shutter. In hindsight, I really should have though. Boracay’s arcade is really an interesting place, it’s like a long hall inside a mall; only difference is, it’s on the beach. And let’s not forget the people, Boracay is full of beautiful people.
We reached the end of the arcade, sort of. The tide, encouraged by strong winds, was coming in hard and lest we submerge ourselves to the sea, we really cannot walk any further. There was nothing to do but turn back.
Although I really didn’t get to enjoy Boracay’s beach that much on that initial jaunt, I was able to see a few glimpses why Boracay ticks. And I guess I’m willing to walk a few more hours and swim along its rough waters just to see more of it.
Boracay Island, Malay, Aklan
How to get to Boracay: By Plane, through Caticlan Airport or Kalibo Airport via all major airlines. By Ferry, through Batangas Port via 2Go Shipping Line.
GPS Location: 11.963929,121.92487
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