(Oh, that's right. Because I got dragooned into it by well-meaning friends.)
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I'm really not too crazy about Boracay
. Everyone and their second cousin's neighbor's dog goes there for the beaches, which really does not bode well for the state of said beaches
, to be honest. Give me Rizal Beach in my mother's family hometown of Gubat, Sorsogon
with its mainly local (read: family) habitués, or Honda Bay in Palawan
, which is utterly utterly gorgeous and I'd go there in a heartbeat if not for my lunatic uncle who's parked himself there a couple of years ago and shows no signs of budging one inch.
Thing is, I'm not really going for the beach. I shall be (wo)manfully enduring the sand that stubbornly clings to one's toes and the sticky residue salt water leaves on the skin, and dumping gallons of conditioner on my hair each night to save it from looking like fodder for the local Wicker Man, because
the photographs will be EPIC
my friends and they really are a bunch of certifiable hooligans who definitely know how to have a good time.
Well, good night. Early drive to the airport tomorrow. Back on Tuesday night.