My own meandering experience

A wet paradise.

I have nothing bad to say about Boracay. If there is one thing it must be about some of the people it attracts, but that's not really about the place, so I'll let it slip.

I was there for 11 days or something, I think, and for a bach-oriented spot I didn't manage to get a single day out in the sun! Cuz I had too much fun!

The high-season hadn't quite set in when we visited, and I think this might be part of the reason I loved it so much. True, that means it rained quite a lot, a monsoon snuck up on us and suchthings, but I'm all for it. Because that means there aren't as many tourists around, the local "entrepeneurs" are chilling and hasn't upped their game for the big fish yet, and it's quiet. Very quiet.

I think also we were lucky with what end of the beach we ended up staying in, I can't remember its name... Here's how to get there.
1: Survive the fun and exhilarating ride on the motorcyclecab to the beach. 2:Turn left

The place basically is a slim island, one side of which is a beautiful, white beach. The other side has smaller, "less" beautiful, beaches, but does host better parties if you find some people that are hosting. Someone usually is Clear water, palms, I'm sure everyone has an image of some idyllic palmy paradise, and this is it.

Anyway, we had our whole end of the beach more or less to ourselves (in the other end is where the big resorts are, and the clubs and the noise and the tourist-traps and suchthings, from what I was able to detect.) with a couple of restaurants, the best palm-themed bar in the world, crewed by the famous cocolocogirls, and a dude halfheartedly trying to take us sailing each morning. And an ice-cream man.

Here's how the days went down. Usually I would get up at about noon. The electricity in out hostel-huts would go out at about eight in the morning, killing the fan, and at noon the heat would wake us up. (or we'd probably sleep a bit more) Then I'd go for a swim to really wake up, walk around for a wee bit and then going over to our neighbouring hostel, which served excellent breakfast. Then retreat to the balchony of our cabin and the nifty hammock for some reading. After a couple of hours the industrious pair of us (we were four people travelling together) would come back from whatever they had been doing, and ask if we were ready for dinner. After telling them to cool it just a bit and chilling some more, that usually happened within the next hour or so. We usually ate at one of the two restaurants nextdoor, whilst watching the rain pour down (it would always rain between 4 and 6 pm). The food was good. The back to the hammock again, reading, listening to some tunes from the awesome(!) tivoliPAL, with the swaying palms and the occasional thump of a coconut hitting the ground nearby whilst the sun would set.

The off to the fantastic cocoloco bar, where we usually were about the only guests, a part from a crazy scot aged 66 (who stayed up with us every night!), a suave newzealander and a slightly slippery but interesting swede. After the first two nights, when the people working there realized we were okay peopla and that we were going to keep coming and didn't really care whether they stood to attention all the time, we started having a really good time Usually they would make one the designated responsee (?) whilst the rest would drink and chat and play with us. Occasionally other people would sit down for a drink, but aside from a very cool dutchman and his fiancee, they all got off pretty quick. The manager didn't mind, we're young and stupid and worked up quite a tab as the days went on. One night we'd forgot to bring any money at all, whilst the next we got a bit over the edge drunk and gave away all that we had. But it was okay, the next day it evened out in any case. I never did want to leave...To end the night, we usually went down for a quick dip. I love bathing at night, it's so eerie.

So yeah, Boracay is definitively recommended! And if you're one of those people that has to do something when you're out travelling, our industrious pair assured us there were activities aplenty. Sailing, windsurfing, diving, all that kind of stuff. The people are cool, the place is astonishingly beautiful and as I wrote, if you choose the right end, there's noone hassling you or, you know, hotels arranging outdoor karaoke all over the beach or anything. If you want those things, it's only twenty minutes of walking away anyway.