Thursday, November 19, 2009

A Typical Day in Paradise

Boracay is an island of routine. From the first full day, we were sucked into a routine that would blend each day together in your memory. To spend a week there is to always lose track of time and day. You could usually guess the time within ±1 hour and, if you thought about it hard, you could figure out what day it was. But none of that mattered anyway, because, like the sensation of waking up 30 seconds before your alarm goes off, your body just knows what will happen next, even if you aren't conscious of it yourself.

A typical day in paradise went something like this...

9:00AM. Roll out of bed, slowly. Pull open the curtains, gaze at paradise from private balcony.

9:30AM. Breakfast at Real Coffee. Walk the beach or take a Trike, depending on urgency of
food. Truly, there is no better way to start the day than a Pesto Omelet and a real coffee (fresh brewed coffee with a shot of espresso). Everyday, all our friends had breakfast there. It was THE meeting place to reminisce about the drunken previous evening and plot plans for the day.

Of all the modes of transportation i've encountered in my travels, none are more convenient than the Trikes on Boracay. We normally paid about $.40 for any length trip and they come by every 10 seconds or so. A trike can fit up to 9 passengers "comfortably": 3 up front, 4 in back, and 2 more one the back of the motorcycle. Plus luggage on top. All that powered by a 4-stroke 250CC dirt bike. I'll support that!

11:00AM. Reslaxinate. Maybe you spend the next few hours on the beach, made of perfect white sand. No rocks, shells, trash, or seaweed. It is the most flawless beach i've ever seen. Wading out into the warm ocean, there is still nothing but soft sand. Or maybe you wander through D Mall (the island accent does not pronounce it The Mall, rather De Mall) and sip sangria or San Miguel on the beach and read. You might even stop by Jonah's for a Fruitshake.

2:00PM. Lunch. There is no shortage of incredible food on Boracay. I was surprised by the quality and value of every meal. Greek food at Cyma was amazing. Tapa's and Paella at Dos Mestizos was delightfully authentic. Pizza at Aria was worth a second trip.

4:30PM. Beach Ultimate. Everyday, the Boracay Dragons play ultimate. On their perfect beach. As the sun sets. It's incredible. Check out this youtube video, courtesy of Tao. Highlights: I get handblocked at 0:20, but catch the mack. I "d" a big hammer at 1:00. I tip to myself for a layout score in the endzone at 1:20. It was a good point for me.

Will after a particularly ridiculous layout.

7:00PM. Dinner. See lunch above. So many good choices on Boracay.

9:00PM. Drinking. The night starts at Beach Bum Bar, Hey Jude's, or somewhere in between. It always ends at Summer Place. And Buckets are always responsible for the ending. For you see, Summer Place offers a Bucket of Long Island Ice Tea for only 1000 Pesos, roughly $20. This bucket is usually not a good idea, for it is a bucket in the truest sense: a large, aluminum bucket that could fit over your head. Nonetheless, a Bucket is ALWAYS ordered, one after another, and it comes with a dozen straws so everyone can partake at once. There must be more than a liter of rum, gin, vodka, and tequila in each Bucket.

Sometimes one person drinks alone, basking in the refreshing cocktail, allowing the icy condensation of the Bucket to cool their warm body. Often, there are rules where someone must be drinking at all times, meaning you cannot stop until someone else takes your place. You may be exiled, fighting a losing battle against the Bucket.

Sometimes two join forces and battle to see who can drink the longest before fatigue or nausea take hold.

But usually, there are many, joined in the common cause of finishing a Bucket, before ordering several more.

And always, there is weirdness, low-light mayhem, and arm-wrestling.

Early AM. Jammers. Everyone goes to Jammers for food. Island life is hard.


1 comment:

Greg said...

I like your definition of "comfortable"!