Our final night in Boracay was different. Well, not really, but we did walk to another part of the beach. Still, we ended up drinking, shopping, listening to a couple bands and getting an hour-long beach massage for under a dollar. So, rather than writing about the final moments of Boracay, I have decided to tell it with pictures.
My beautiful wife as we are leaving the hotel.
These two Filipino women on stage behind 고 sang the worst songs beautifully.
Nice foot. I'm seduced though.
This was a fun (and empty) bar. This drink was super strong, hence the stiffy face.
It's actually not a martini. It's a gimlet. That's right.
Man, I got red.
Three things: her tattoo is a henna (fake), I'm way more into the kiss and she can multi-task. This was the end of the night for us and the next morning we woke up early for a few last minute cruises.
It was a lizard on the wall outside of our room.
The following morning. Is this not the most typical thing to take a picture of in the tropics?
No, wait...this is.
We had a great breakfast here. This place was hidden by thick jungle.
Our friends: 고, Glen, moi, B-Boy. Glen's shirt is awesome.
On our way back to the "airport".
A really neat old basketball goal.
Anything goes in SE Asia.
A village in the jungle.
Our last view of Boracay.
We went to our hotel (Manila Hotel). It has a very long history and you should click here if you want to read about it. Here are a few pics...Quite a lobby.
They were playing at 3:30pm. Why?
Here's our view.
That fort looking thing was built by the Spanish. They did not want to be on the "same level" as their colonized subjects. Of course, there is a golf course built around it now.
We got a 1.5 hour massage that evening. I had a sunburn and it hurt so bad. I kept quiet.
All in all, it was an amazing trip. It was just what a honeymoon was supposed to be and even though we were gone less than a week, it was enough time and we were happy to get back home.
**We are planning a summer trip to The Philippines this summer. It's cheap and only three hours away. How can you go wrong?