I was bracing myself for chaos in Boracay as I was going there on a four-day weekend—I try to avoid going to Bora during the peak season because the crowds stress me out. I was pleasantly surprised to find that it was the perfect time to go—none of those mobile companies’ banners were plastered all over the island, no big crowds but with enough people for great parties at night, no lumot in the sea, just a bit of rain on the second night. Plus, I got to go with my girls, so yay!
On the first night, I was out cold, having gotten only a couple of hours’ sleep the night before. I’m not a big partier, so I figured I could give up one night just to relax. It was a vacation after all! I woke up feeling refreshed, ready for a day of Ultimate on the beach! No beach trip is complete without it! My ka-barkada Jo and her friend Les are both from the Breakfast Club, one of the teams we played against at Monsoon, so we taught a couple of our girl friends how to play. It was awesome that they were able to score (courtesy of assists by yours truly. Ahem…Haha).
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Or the near-dead, as is the case for those of us who work in media, when there’s a long weekend looming in the horizon. Sure, they’re a welcome respite, but these holidays do take away precious days from the magazine work cycle. The result? We kill ourselves working late and losing sleep just to get a leg up on deadlines—so that really, all we can do during the long weekend is…sleep.
Of course, it doesn’t hurt to catch up on your zzzzs against this paradise backdrop…
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It’s a shame how many among us can boast a frequently stamped passport without ever having gone out of Luzon. (Boracay doesn’t count, okay. Especially during peak season. When it’s as if you’ve never even left Manila. Where it feels like a payday Saturday in Greenbelt. Only there’s sand.) Anyway, as I was saying, I, too, suffer from the malady of the aspiring “citizen of the world” who wouldn’t know the way to his own backyard.
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Around last week of June, a friend from Top Gear Philippines, Dinzo, called me to ride shotgun again in another test unit - this time for the up and coming Ford Focus. So, dragging EJ along, we went for an afternoon drive to Tagaytay, to Bag of Beans, in particular. As a Southern feeling-belle, I used to frequent this charming little nook. But over time, Tagaytay stops being “out of town” for a Southerner. A proper roadtrip for me had to be northbound. The last time I was in Bag of Beans, they hadn’t yet built the huge al fresco dining area they now have. All it was at the time was a small coffee shop. Coming back to it now was like going to an old friend’s home…after it’s been given the Queer Eye treatment.
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Pardon my absence, but to quash my burnout blues, I sort of took a breather with my lovey-dove for a few days in his home state of San Francisco to stop and smell the flowers, not to mention…
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There are no doubt infinitely more things to do in this Eastern Visayas hotspot. But consider this a starter kit, good for a typical three-day, two-night stay. Fear not, grasshopper, this is only the beginning…
Best months to go are summer and October to around January, the rest of the year, if not wet, can have highly fickle weather.
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