Beach Finally

A few months ago, my high school class decided to have a reunion at borcay which is some island up north and full of everything of what a beach should be, though I havent been there exactly 11 years next month but I could tell from every travel magazine that it is now the grand beach where you can find everything to do and everything to spend your money with; below, above or near seawater.

I had some second thoughts about going because I will probably be busy with work, and I was never the sociable person worse being seen in a reunion, but anyway its been five years since I last swam in a beach and I wanted to go to one badly for a vacation too, so I decided last week that I'll drop by the place just for a night for our reunion. One night wouldn't seem so bad, its like semi-attending and being seen in less than half of the pictures later.

I got to this little town of caticlan by myself last friday which is nothing more than the town with the jump off point to boracay. They had a big ferry terminal which I swear wasn't there when I went through these roads I long forgot, and the terminal was really big that it left me staring inside the whole place so much, then one lady from the help desk came up to me and gave me a boracay for dummies book with a map and everything because I did look definitely lost. She handed the book without saying anything, she wasn't probably sure where I was from and I didn't say anything in return, to keep her guessing like hell at the back of her head. I did smile though, just not to be rude and all.

The book was half useful and half making me look like a tourist while I read it on the ferry and on my boracay cab ride onwards. The book listed every resort accordingly to the beachfront, but it was only half as useful because the passenger cabs I was taking are all running in this road further inland and you couldn't see them beach resorts from there, I'd have to watch out for every goddam resort road sign and match it with the book before I cross the whole island coast to coast.

I got down from the cab when three different people got down themselves, the most passengers going down from my ride eversince I took it, so I reckon this must lead to a busy part of the beach and according to the boracay book, I was close enough to where my classmates where staying, I wanted a little walk anyway. I made it to the beachfront and hell it sure was busy, with all these peddlers selling all sorts of junk up close to my face, like disposable watches, plastic jewelries and little magnet trinkets to stick to your refridgerator to remind you've been to boracay. I ended up buying this gelato ice cream Tin told me about, because it was just right there when I got on the beachfront too, I didn't get it why they call it gelato because as far as my taste buds tells me, it tastes like ice cream, maybe its how frenchmen call their ice cream or beach ice cream that melts so fast, or maybe 'got a leg' spelled backwards

I'll bet you a scoop that you tried spelling it in reverse and found gelatog instead.

Anyway my high school classmates had the third floor of the resort to themselves, I stayed with peter and his wife and he pulled off a bottle of tequila to start off with, because it was our high school reunion and that's what he does best those days. I didn't feel like drinking, I just took a shot and headed out to the beach half naked, in fact I was the only one who was going to hit the beach, everybody turned up in our room for tequila.

I felt awkward walking to the beach half naked, its been a while I did it in public, I could have ran like crazy but I could have made a scene with my classmates looking and all, and if we were still in high school I'd swear I'd run, because they'd throw me out into the water during high school whenever we'd go to the beach, with my clothes and all, but I guess they're all too old for it now. But when I got myself to the water, it looked just so amazing, I mean from where I stood in the water, I could see the whole island at 5 in the afternoon and it was goddam pretty. I didn't know I missed beach for so long that I was smiling by myself even underwater and even how salty it was, good thing all my classmates had tequila back in my room else they'd see what a nuthead I turned up in seawater.

I came back to my room after an hour and a half and everybody there was on their third tequila bottle and I joined them, after that we had a dinner but all everybody had each was a piece of chicken and a lot of beers, we went singing in a karaoke bar and had more beers, then went to a club to dance and had rhum coke for a change, and that's when I woke up at 6:30 in the morning my bed. I was in my sleepwear yet I still had my watch on and my whole stuff in a mess while peter and his wife were sleeping on the other bed.

I had pizza beside our hotel before going all the way back home, I had a whole plate because I feel it will be another long trip. The pizza was terribly good for a very fancy restaurant, they arranged a little plate, fork, knife and all but the pizza crust was so thin like taco it breaks whenever you sliced it, and when you hold it by the end it also breaks because the toppings are too heavy, I looked like a mess while I ate but I was alone anyway, I didn't join the reunion breakfast my classmates had someplace else. The pizza was too damn much and I couldn't finish it even how goddam good it was so I had it packed and left it over to peter, then left the island.

I wish I could go on vacations like these more often.