Hello:)
At this point, sitting in a chair braided on the beach, my feet based on the white sand, everywhere around me grow palm trees. On the table before me is a candle, with speakers filtered chillout music. On my left I have driven into the ground bamboo shoots, and from 1910 to 1915 meters before me stretches emerald ocean. Normally this place called Boracay, an island in the Philippines. I call it paradise.
words will never recapture that, it is like here.
never give up even a particle of feeling, which envelops you when you a drink, lying down on the edge of the emerald green ocean. . . With the head on the white sand, and feet in a perfectly clean, green water. . . who gently washes over your hot body. . . Lift your eyes and you see a catamaran sailing on the horizon against a breathtaking sunset. . . August rotate slowly and you see the coconuts on the palm trees surrounding you. . . and reaches out to you. . .
with just you're an exchange student: D
[The above passage was created in Boracay. The rest is written later]
is the most beautiful island of Boracay on what ever I was. But maybe from the beginning.
GETTING THERE
TO Trip was one of the more tiring journey in my life. With a few powodow.Po first - and I think that the reason was most important - we were flying from Singapore to 8.20 am on Thursday, which is at the airport had to be about 7 (Singapore, you know ...). Regular readers know that a new (if such are not flatter yourself: D) recall that Wednesday is a day party in Singapore and everywhere are the events of the concessionary, promotions, etc. (although after a month we can say that overdoing it with this, as Wednesday is a party on - on Thursdays, Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays events are equally good: D). Well, so I probably already guess, to what conclusion we reached on Wednesday, our whole band (except for our apartment with us Mario flew to Canada [in the relationship with Malaysia] and Santi from Barcelona). Yes, yes - I found that it makes no sense to go to party, go back home, half-conscious sleep and wake up at 6 after an hour or two of sleep - much better straight from the event to go to the airport: D
This task turned out to be very easy to implement. Maybe not quite reached our mid and long term consequences of this decision, but the fact is that we turned up at the airport on time at 7 am in the mood, let's say. . . no holiday, blessed be the holiday:)
Maybe take a look at Greg Andree and let the image is replacing the words: (in this holiday mood begin to evaporate)
Well so fatigue was the first factor, which made it difficult our trip. The second was undoubtedly the fact we did not know whether he will reach the place because we had no valid ticket. It turned out that whole six of us are organized more or less so, like me (who knows me, knows who is not, you will have the right concept, which is spoken), and of the four-step trip (two planes, bus and boat) tickets we had only the first plane to Manilla - still nothing. And actually, there is nothing we could do with it (oh, unblocked the Polish characters), because the meantime (and even then we were at the stage where we could not take any steps, because it was too late) there were a few new variables which hinder the matter, namely
found that the Philippines are two airports - Manilla Manilla and Clark (also called gdzieniedzie Clark), and the second one is just enough that you can take a plane for the 130, therefore, did not know which airport are arriving, ie airports which have flights continue to look for (and by the way, that it was Charles the site and the last day everyone was convinced that these tickets have) <-- (Karol pewnie nie dopuści tego do publikacji) i tego typu drobne trudności. Ale co to dla nas! Bo skonsultowaniu się z odpowiednimi ludźmi dowiedzieliśmy się, że lądujemy w Manilli, więc mogliśmy zacząc szukać lotów (hehe, wiem, wiem). Ale okazało się, że lot, który idealnie by nam pasował (lądowaliśmy o 11.50, lot był o 14) jest pełny i nie ma ani jednego miejsca. Nie ukrywam, że w tamtej chwili byliśmy w lekkiej kropce. Gdzieś przeprowadzono jakieś badanie i okazało się, że Manilla zajmuje drugie, po Bagdadzie, miejsce na liście najbardziej niebezpiecznych miast świata dla białych turystów, na ulicach panuje coś w rodzaju nieoficjalnej wojny domowej, codziennie giną ludzie w zamachach, strzelaninach etc., także mieliśmy średnią ochotę zostawać tam na dłużej ("człowieku ja nie opuszczam terminalu" - "Stary, ja nie opuszczam McDonalds'a"). No więc po dłuższych poszukiwaniach udało nam się ustalić, że są jeszcze jedne linie, lokalne, Philippinian Airlines, i one kursują, owszem, i nawet mają lot, który by nam odpowiadał, czyli w okolice miejsca, gdzie chcemy dotrzeć (wyspa obok, no ale zawsze coś :D) i z tego lotniska, na które przylatujemy, ale czasowo to jest oferta podwyższonego ryzyka, bo my lądujemy o 11.50, a drugi samolot startuje o 13, czyli boarding kończy się o 12.40, a my musimy wylądować, przejść przez odprawę bagażową, paszportową, kupić bilet, zmienić terminal (czyli wziąc taksówkę i jechać przez miasto, bo terminal krajowy to de facto inne lotnisko, a Manilla jest jednym z najbardziej zakorkowanych miast Azji), znowu przejść przez odprawę bagażową i biletową, a wszystko to w ciągu MAKSIMUM 50 minut. I dobrze. Kto nas zna, wie, że nie lubimy się nudzić ;) No więc daruje Wam szczegółowy opis tego, co działo się w ciągu tych 50 minut (Einstein nie mylił się, kiedy mówił o względności czasu) - dość powiedzieć, że znaleźliśmy się o 12.50 w samolocie do Kalibo. No, może warte wzmianki są twarze 20-30 Filipińczyków, kiedy 6 białych wpadło jak w (nomen omen) białej gorączce do biura podróży i oznajmiło, że bardzo im przykro, ale MUSZĄ kupić bilet na samolot, który odlatuje za 20 minut - żaden z miejscowych nawet nie drgnął - taka kumulacja białych ludzi już sama w sobie musiała być dla nich dość oszałamiająca, a to, że mają samolot za 20 minut, na który nie mają biletu, nie mogą znaleść paszportu, nie wiedzą, czy mają pieniądze, a przy tym wszystkim jeszcze sobie żartują i sprawiają wrażenie, jakby sytuacja była dla nich w zupełności normalna, chyba przekroczyło ich granice tolerancji, bo wyglądali jak 20 słupów (soiled) (Jurek, you rasisto!) salt. But apart from that everything went normally and the plane is found, which is a plane, after 45 minutes, we arrived safely to Kalibo, the island soon near our target.
We could have (ie we could not, but if we were better organized, and before it's all done, it would be a possibility) to buy a ticket directly from Manila to Caticlan - then the trip would undoubtedly shorter and easier, but certainly less interesting, because Kalibo to Caticlan we had to take the bus (2 hours away), and mean more or less true that we drove through the Philippines, and not created for the needs of tourists' paradise resort "and saw a really fascinating images, such as cow grazing among palm trees (for me, this view has made great impression: D), the distribution center for Coca-Cola somewhere in the middle of nowhere, Filipinos are sleeping on the roof of the most popular vehicle in the Philippines, which is a hybrid motorcycle with a car (all of the pictures below), a boy riding on a big bull (just this picture is blurred, but the throw), Philippine harvest, the local university and finally perhaps the most original gas station I've ever seen:)
bull
harvest in the Philippines
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cow against the palm
always coca-cola
how many people driving this vehicle?
University
nice, eh?
see the speed, Charles is making progress
typical Filipino street
It was all for us, real travelers at a premium, because, as it turned out, the moment at which we arrived at Caticlan - but more on that in a moment, because that reminded me of one thing worth describing, namely, local craft and how to listen carefully to what you said in the Philippines. Well, with the fare of the above bus targowaliśmy to set aside, because here, as was probably in every country in this part of the world, having white skin means a 1000% premium on a good day, well never, ever be put up on the first offer. After arduous fair agreed price of 200 pesos (or pisos, write it differently) per person (price and various stories associated with them will be for a while, and now that I'll skip), but on condition that the boat will be included. So at the sound of this offer, our small, mucky, Filipino friend eagerly nodded his head and confirmed that yes, yes, of course, boat ticket will be included, sir. Well, beautiful - we got, we went, we arrived, getting off just before the Cataclan ferry dock, and our driver byebye and moves ...! So we followed him, hello, sir, as is, where are you? After a ticket yet! Oh yes, yes, of course sir, I forgot, I will buy. He went, bought, and gave każemu (along with his business card), rode, rode. So we inch skowronkach because separates us from paradise is only one boat and we'll be there any moment, enter the terminal (we first searched the luggage) and it turns out that what? That, yes, very good that we have this ticket, but no it is not quite so that we can get on a boat, well, because in addition to the ticket fee must be uiściś environment and the fee for the terminal, which together kosztują4 times as much as a ticket! A son of a bitch is gone! But, God and the truth - and this whole situation gives it a humorous tone - we could not accuse him anything because his obligations to fulfill 100% - was supposed to be a ticket to the boat and the boat is the ticket, no? We simply, in its European naivete, not wychwyliśmy how subtle difference between the boat is included and boat ticket is included. At the same time it should be added that this was not a Filipino exception, everyone wants to cheat you so much, as soon as possible, we also need to constantly be on guard. . . !
And, the price - so no one Philippine peso is roughly 5GR, or 1zł ~ 20 pesos. So we paid for the bus to PLN 10 per head. The most interesting examples - shorts, perfect replicas 8zł Quicksilver, drink with pineapple and umbrella 3zł, a packet of Marlboro Lights 1.30 zł, 1L bottle of vodka in the bar, not in the shop, PLN 30, all kinds of beads 50gr etc etc. Our adventure with the overpayment for a boat - 8 zł everyone, including loss of small:) But those prices are very tricky psychological effects, because you think that everything is free, and spend, spend and spend and eventually go the same way as a normal price level.
Enough digression - well then, the moment at which we arrived at Caticlan ended up in our mind (or at least in my opinion, and that I am writing this blog, my feelings have the unquestionable pivotal role of a) original, true moments and began to stay in a carefully directed resort for western tourists. (Although at times you could see something more than you should see - someone watching "The Truman Show"?)
Have a look at some photos back to the Caticlan:
such is the general attitude to life in mammals in that corner of the world
this marvel zawiozło us Boracay
Greg
Boracay closer
Step off!
Boracay
The catamaran (I know, I know, a little shaky, but - does not look like - this is a catamaran), we got to Boracay - not reached the shore, just stopped in the ocean and have to take your luggage on his head and looking dobrnąć to the beach - and since that time ends this terrifyingly detailed and chronological description, because these 5 or 6 days that we spent there, mingle in my mind in unity, and write you just a few general comments. Or - better - will show you pictures. Can be followed by any description will no longer be necessary. . .
true that cute?
nothing more, nothing less
relax
worse I will not
Speaks 4 Itself
colleagues grabbed him and especially for the photos, using the currently available resources, We presented the Filipino version of Samuel L. Jackson 's:
:)
flu we are not afraid!
workplace
who wants to take wedding?
mhmm ..
lepsiejsza part of Boracay
me
myself
& I
to bear wherever we wind
(for motor boats)
Santi poetic musings
somehow These mangoes on the island next to get to have
squad
mua!
me? Flu? Mr blaspheming!
decides to cut off as it will only decision!
our bungalow
the best party on the island
is all thanks to guy!
loading in progress
squad
yeah baby!
beautiful Charles
cave
Cafe del Mar - hence I wrote a blog
boat around the island
rolex?
Roamer?
gucci?
White Beach
sad picture - it allowed the chain to jump from one branch to another. Behind.
generally for 5 days, we did more or less the same thing - we woke up at 12, we walked to breakfast (at ssssssniaaaadaaaaanieeee ssssszzzzzliiiiiiiismyyyyy more) - as we finish breakfast , it was already afternoon, and it was too hot, in order to do anything, and especially lying on the beach in full sun, usually lay on the divine sun loungers and palm trees - you may yield a support pillow, also lying on Aug. 6 large white pillows, drunk cocktail with fresh pineapple, and read from a book, or August drzemalo, either in August or local dealers odganialo soap and jam (in the Philippine Edition - watches and glasses) and not done anything.
Once in a while we gave some to persuade the boats - we wanted to swim on the banana, but it turned out that quite a sizeable percentage of our group has any trauma associated with the device of this seemingly innocent - I faced the power of banana last year at the Polish seaside when it launches the sadistic driver thrashed me and my friends and hit us hard as a scale, ice-cold Baltic Sea surface water from the visible pleasure, so that we could not move over the next few days (ok, before we told him that we hope that the latter rate banana, who did it, that's not all what he does, because if so, rides like a woman and that showed us what this machine is capable of and did not have mercy - literally - samismy also to blame: D), Andrea also had very similar experience in Italy, but even more hardcore - one of his friends lost a few teeth and broke nose - how to fall from the stupid banana at full speed, it is full of randomness - either you are lucky and just hit each body part in the icy wall of water and you feel like you just had to die just from the force of impact, or have less happiness and you are on the same page as the others (and no, man, rather hard to think of a corner of the flight at a time when you fall in an uncontrolled manner from rushing banana, also almost always fly where others) and then it gets really bad, I can with equal probability after just fall into the water near a buddy, but you can equally well with the whole impetus of the body falling from a banana rozpedzonego heads hit you, or he may hit you in the throat leg - all combinations are possible - it is like in Totolotku and You and your buddies are fucking balls in the machine losujacej. Andrea, as usual, explained that his charming English - Well, Yuri, about Ok, banana. For me is ok But say it to my nose, my teeth - not about
But good, because I note on this thread and trace D
Anyway adrenaline hunger conquered the empirical bias and we decided on the banana (for sure this time it will be safe, right? hehe), but a local boy, who We took care of all types of entertainment watersports just surprised why we want to take a banana and not flyfish. And what is it, dear boy, flyfish?
And just when we learned that the flyfish is so new, so far you can swim in the 4 places in the world, all in SE Asia, and generally it is a kind of banana, only wider, bigger, faster. . . and years. We do not have pictures of our flyfisha, also posted pictures that I found on the web.
Trust me - NO ONE on this device does not behave like other people in the picture below . People are much more terrified. Our journey was amazing. Nobody broke, bruised no one, and flew it was something like crazy! Well, exactly like the pictures. (Still do not praised, but I was the only one who did not fell - I used the technique "on Algae", relatively the gecko, which is przyssalem over its entire area of \u200b\u200bmy frail body to flajfisza and use all its power, to become one with it) (rest dropping like overripe pears on summer storm, hehe).
other day We took the local peasants on his boat (pish, catamaran) and sailed around the island, along the way by including scuba diving and exploring underwater caves (just for the sake of accuracy, I do not know whether you can specify them in submarine caves, such naturally carved caves to whom the whole time that tears could - submarine is underwater or not?). Diving was DIVINE! Ok, here I must say that it was snorkelling, or scuba diving with mask and tube, rather than diving DIVE with all the equipment. Such real Charles and Andrea did the day before. To the justice may be done. Anyway, I'm dippin (dippin) already twice in my life, but it's diving Boracay provided me incomparably more fun for one simple reason - and no, this is not a wealth of fauna in the tropical waters of the Philippines. Just for some half a year I wear lenses and wore glasses before. Those who know me, know that my fault is quite serious (-3) and without glasses, hmm, how to put it diplomatically, no high definition for my organ of vision does not provide, so the two dives I looked more or less so, I became a professional with the mega-packed, fins, foam, bottle, glasses (but also for diving, not mine), they threw me into the water, swam, hiked down to some 7 - 8m, and after surfacing took place more or less the dialogue:
- God, it's fantastic! Have you seen this fish?
- um ... what fish?
: DDD
And now I had a lens and saw everything! And it was amazing, because nurkowaliśmy on a true coral reef, among hundreds of beautiful, colorful fish that swam around us, myself, doing nothing themselves from our presence - something wonderful!
Beyond these two excursions - flyfishem and boat (pish, catamaran), most of the time spent not moving too much, and I will not describe this as a long-winded (at this point it falls to me to congratulate the tireless readers - recognize words that have arrived here.)
Maybe even a few words at sunset. Sunset at Boracay is no doubt the most beautiful sunset I've ever seen. The sky sparkles with thousands of colors. . I will not describe - I can not - look at the pictures ...
Well, so much ...
in the next episode of a return to Boracay to Singapore (which is what talk)
At this point, dear reader, you would like to congratulate once again that you've gotten to this place - for your perseverance now the prize awaits you! I'm not the only one that makes the joy of reading. Look:
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