April 15, 2011:
English radio, buses that look like they came out of a Jamaican movie (at least that is what I think), fresh smell in the air, palm trees, humidity and smiles are a few of the things I notice instantly after the plane had touched down in Manila, the Philippines. I am here to treat myself for my 30th birthday. Traveling alone and on my way to Boracay I am spending a night in the Orchid Garden Suites not far from the airport. The hotel is quite convenient and tucked away in a corner behind palm trees, so it seems. The room is small and the shower only has scorching hot water and the A/C rattles noisily. The staff is friendly and are at your service. It's only for the night, so it will do.
After I had checked in and dropped all my luggage, which isn't much, in the room I exchange some of my dollars and hunt for some food. The Philippines is notorious for good food and therefore it shouldn't be a problem. Walking down the street I found a shopping mall where I wandered around. Not much here and a bit disappointed I settled for pizza, Boracay is going to be better if I may believe my colleagues. However the trip wasn't in vain. A large supermarket was located across from the restaurant and I am in need of breakfast for tomorrow. Since the hotel doesn't start serving until 6am, which is when I am being picked up, I need to get something myself. Quite satisfied I leave the store with papaya, mango, water and caramel timtams. This should do for now and I headed back to the hotel to settle in an get some sleep. It will be an early morning.
April 16:
After a night of somewhat restless sleep I decided to just get up, although it was only 4.40am. Maybe I could just check out and sit in the lobby and use the hotel's wifi for a little while before my 6am pick-up. However to my surprise the limo was waiting, and I mean THE LIMO was waiting. No a stretch, but definitely a limo was standing outside the hotel to take me to the airport. After a quick FB update we went on our way. With soothing Christian music on the radio and a quiet streets the ride to the airport was swift and comfortable. Not seeing much of Manila since the darkness is still covering the city we arrive at terminal 2, the hub of Philippine airlines. It didn't take too long to check in, pay terminal tax and get luggage scanned. The terminal is quite small and birds are coming in and out flying around freely. After hanging around for a bit I settled in near the gate. An American Philippina thought I might be lonely and started a conversation with me. We ended up talking until boarding time. At 9am we took off, heading south to Kalibo. After a smooth flight we landed at Kalibo airport an hour later.
Since I am traveling light (carry on luggage only) I walked out of the airport less than a minute later and boarded the bus. The only thing between me and the island is an hour and half on the bus and a boat ride. The bus ride was a bumpy one, but filled with new impressions to store away for future stories. The surroundings were lush and green. Dozens and dozens of palm trees, huts with saw roofs and when we did go through villages we would see nice free standing houses in a rainbow of bright colors. We passed a numb of cemeteries, including a Chinese one and tons of primary schools. Here you really see the influence of the catholic church. Primary schools named after saints and clinics founded and supported by missionaries are numerous. But not only did I see a huge catholic influence, we also passed a number of Christian churches, a jehovah's witness building and a plot owned by the Mormons. It is refreshing to be somewhere where religion is a freedom of choice.
Over the mountains we went and than...there it was...the blue sea. I know that white sand and blue seas are the signature paradise items, but even in Hainan, which is the closest I got to paradise in my life, did not have a blue sea (although some would disagree with you). The sea here really is blue and crystal clear, just amazing. Once at the port someone from the hotel pick me up and took me to the boat for a 5 minute cross over. I was the only passenger and enjoyed the trip very much. Wind blowing through my hair and salt water on my lips with a view on the island, not bad, not bad at all. An open minivan type of car drove us to the hotel. After looking at pictures and listening to stories I was looking forward to this holiday a lot and was somewhat afraid I would over estimate the beauty and that it was all going to be better in my mind than in real life, but my mind could never have imagined anything like this. Instead of a deluxe room that was booked for me I got a cabana. A private room with a balcony with couch and hammock (which I am using now to write this) and a room I have never ever had in my life. A view on the pool that is snuggly fit in the middle in between the palm trees. A true tropical paradise.
Now that I am checked in I should explore at least a little bit. Walking down to the beach, since the hotel is not a beach front hotel I had to walk down there. The walk only takes a minute or three and once I arrived I popped into the tourism office for information on snorkeling trips. I might just book that trip to crocodile island for Monday. I would have liked to take a dip in the sea, but I carried my purse and camera and didn't want to leave it unprotected so just wandered down the beach in search of a place to eat. Lunch time had passed and my stomach was letting me know I forgot. Once food had been found and eaten I continued down the beach a nit further and stumbled upon the mall. Well....if you can call it that. D-mall is I think what the Americans call a strip mall but it circles. And doesn't look like a mall at all. It is an area with shops surrounded by greenery, just stunning to walk through. I found an underwater camera for my snorkeling trip and headed back to the resort for a dip in the pool. This is where I stayed for the rest of the afternoon. In a bliss of happiness I was laying in the pool or on a lounge chair reading and sipping my mango shake which is being served with a smile. Life can not be better.
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