My year is just getting started. I can say I met and talked with 100+ new people already, and as far as I know, their company makes me feel loved and hated in different ways. According to Lao Tzu, a good traveler has no fixed plans, and is not intent on arriving, but according to me, a good traveler doesn't only imbibe spontaneity but makes really loud as if a new cove has been discovered. So I went to Boracay with my friend, Mara, the girl who defines life as either yes or no. The 2 nights stay is not a typical timeframe for out of town. The wow moments in Boracay aside from watching sea birds and algae in shore were the awesome activities that it caters. We tried the 15-minute parasailing, the most amazzing moment of my life, since birth, or not. The hilarious flyfish (note: I tipped off during the maneuver thing), helmet diving 30 feet below, small cruisin' in paraw and ATV (going up this time). I swear, spending money and time with these releases your innate heat to dance Danza Kaduro at Epic and Summer place. The two of us ended the night with a bang meeting foreign objects who undeniably put Boracay as their #1 or #2 beach getaway. When Mojito striked us at the second night, adding chorizo burger and sumptuous seafood meal, we headed to Guilly's Island, bouncing and jumpin' with cheap trannies (as per Mara), and English lads which I prefer calling 'Boom Bass'. It was heaven, playin' fave Coldplay remixes and again, meeting and selecting boys to play.
The sweetest thing that secludes you, as a gay guy, reaps no explosive ripped body.
Helmet diving. L-R. Mara, Me
Parasailing = BEST!
Top view via ATV.
Paraw-sailing going to Diniwid Beach
Firedance (poi) at Sandbar
L-R. Reto, Maayan, Me, Naomi and Leo at Summer Place
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