The search is over for my favorite place in Boracay. We were walking along the stretch of the island’s fine white sand towards Station 3, with the goal of finding a good spot to see the sunset, without the crowd, vendors, and loud thumping party music. And there it was, almost at the end of the shoreline, past Angol Point. A stone throw away from the haunted-looking abandoned villas and a 5-minute walk from the last resort at Station 3,
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Seeing the balloons gave us a natural high, but by 8AM, it all dwindled down. We’ve looked up several activities to go with watching the balloons fly. We even thought of visiting Corregidor but the boat rental at Bataan is too pricey for a group of 5, plus given our sleepy and sluggish condition, all we could do was eat. Breakfast Several blog posts recommended dining at AC Rumpa, a restaurant located just outside Clark. It seemed to be the perfect
I have never seen a real, gigantic balloon take off from the ground. The Hot Air Balloon Festival at the Omni Aviation Complex inside Clark Freeport Zone was my first. This festival is held annually, during the month of February, and 2012 marks its 17th year. It was started in 1994 with the intention of reviving Central Luzon’s tourism industry and economy that was stumped by the Mt. Pinatubo eruption. The participants also hope to awaken the youth’s interest for aviation.
The best thing about not being in charge of the itinerary is that you’re definitely in for a surprise. Just make sure you don’t google! Here’s two things I knew about Bucas Grande before the trip: it’s an island south of Siargao, and there’s swimming involved. We rode the ferry from Dapa Pier in Siargao to the Socorro Municipality at 8AM. More than an hour later, we walked down the streets of Socorro and found ourselves a place to stay
It’s been 6 months since I first learned how to bike. It’s funny, weird even, but there really are people like me out there. And no, my childhood wasn’t traumatic or boring either. It’s just that I never knew how to bike until my 26th. Check this previous post to know how it finally dawned on me that it’s really a needed skill. My 6-month stint with Foldie (my folding bike) and Aaron’s MTB led me to my recent endeavor: riding