Can TripAdvisor be wrong? After my visit last year to this island miles southeast of Manila, I decided that, yes, they could be wrong. Or misguided. Or I could be. Maybe they were smart enough not to come at the height of habagat , typhoon season. Actually, I enjoyed the respite from the smog and traffic of Manila.
The heat and humidity came with us. I liked the sands once they were cleaned each morning along the renowned White Beach and the bathtub-warm waters. I found the people quite wonderful.
I should have known that almost from the minute I arrived at the hotel. Then there was the ride to the resort in the back of a van, where we had a view of the water standing in the streets after recent rains and the rows of ramshackle snack shops and houses that lined the roads, which were like pot-holed obstacle courses.
Obstacles overcome, we were soon in our room at Boracay Regency, which had a king bed, another smaller bed and a welcome plate of fruit. Or, more to the point, what would I be doing that would cause me to damage the sheets like this? It was such a problem that the hotel had to laminate the warning. But why? From our outdoor perch, glasses of wine in hand, sun casting purplish shadows over all, we realized we were sitting along a sort of promenade.
We were in Station 2 3 being more budget oriented and 1 being more exclusive. Station 2 that night was home to a company team-building event, where a tent full of people was being entertained by a bad comedian with a high-pitched giggle โ so high pitched that I briefly considered a fourth glass of wine, even though I was still on my first. And then began the parade of people.
