Check out photos of our second day in Boracay Island (as much as possible, we try to say Boracay instead of Bora else someone might mistake it for another island in the French polynesia which is equally beautiful as our own Philippine island). The locals speak in tagalog and get shocked when you talk back to them in Visaya. Although a huge portion of them are Ilonggo, they pretty much respond to bisaya than tagalog. These are the locals who bombard you with hats, knock off Raybans and all sorts of watersports! On the other hand, we had to concede. After all, they pretty much gave us verry good rates in parasailing and flying fish!
See how sunny it is here? You will get to see all that hundreds of feet in the air! In February 2011, parasailing for a group of 4 people is only P1,000/head. Flying fish on the other hand was P600/head. I’m pretty sure it will be more expensive in the later months.
After signing several waivers that says they are not liable for your safety, (sheesh you’d really think), we were already off on a speedboat.
I gave my only Bonamine to JM because I gloated that I hardly get seasick only to regret it later after several idle minutes in the middle of the ocean on that rocky boat. So they hoist you up in these before getting up air. (below)
I was turning green and my stomach felt weird and whenever people tell you that they want to shit and puke at the same time?
BELIEVE THEM. I’ve never felt anything like it when that huge balloon hoisted us up in the air.
But up there? Ah, so peaceful. So tranquil.
Boyfriend: Hold my hand and just don’t look down.
Me: I think I will ***. Very romantic.
Jayboy: When you get scared, signal with your hands that you want to go down.
jayboy: DON’T EVER USE THAT HAND SIGNAL.
And we went up at 5pm, exactly when the sun was about to set. Global warming totally has its effect up there because the sun felt like it was prickling on the back of my neck. Then they drop you in the water before pulling you back into the boat.
I figured I have had enough excitement for one day and decided to skip flying fish 15 minutes after getting down from that huge color block tent.
The boys feigned worry but I’m sure they were happier that someone can take their photos while that mean raft pull, haul, draw, heave, lug, tug, tow, trail, draggle, tug, jerk, yank, wrench, pluck, twitch — WOWOWOWOW I am jealous behind my lens but equally scared for my life. Despite the life jacket, I will purge hell when I hit the waters. The boyfriend (flew) fell from the rubber raft after it glided mid-air and I half-screamed when I saw the entire thing in slow motion and a million curses ran through my head until I saw him surface laughing and sputtering water off his mouth. Ah, bull. A heart attack and I’m not even there with them.
You know how envious I was when they came back to the floating raft laughing and describing in detail how they fell, they gripped hard, shook off water – whatever, I’m not interested, okay?
This blog on Boracay would have yet to be concluded.