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| A Woman's Directory For Travel and Life. WAVE Journey is your one stop online resource for women oriented businesses and services around the world. Boracay, Philappines ~ The Next Big Thing Article by Jon W. Wick Continued on next page. |
| WAVE Journey |
| Women's Adventures, Vacations & Experiences ~ Your Journey Starts Here! |
I’m going to let you in on a little secret.
I finally figured out Hollywood. I’ve got
all those television commercials
pegged. I know the secrets of those
tourist ad campaigns where a
sweeping shot of the most beautiful
beach imaginable is shown, where it
quickly becomes the backdrop for some
cliché catch line as, ‘the most beautiful
white sand beaches in the world; visit
(fill in the blank).’
I finally figured out Hollywood. I’ve got
all those television commercials
pegged. I know the secrets of those
tourist ad campaigns where a
sweeping shot of the most beautiful
beach imaginable is shown, where it
quickly becomes the backdrop for some
cliché catch line as, ‘the most beautiful
white sand beaches in the world; visit
(fill in the blank).’
Yup, I’m on to all of them. Here’s the
secret… Boracay, Philippines is all of
those pictures. No matter the country,
the continent, or hemisphere, all those
pictures are Boracay.
secret… Boracay, Philippines is all of
those pictures. No matter the country,
the continent, or hemisphere, all those
pictures are Boracay.
Boracay is the silhouetted sailboat against a burning sunset, it is the sand so soft it resembles cooking
flour, it is the brown palm trees with striking green leaves stretching over the aqua marine waters and
crystal blue sky, and it is the happy hour margaritas with your toes in the sand. It’s everything that
every beach in every part of the world wants to be. And the best part about the entire thing, you’ll be
the first person in your group to know about it.
flour, it is the brown palm trees with striking green leaves stretching over the aqua marine waters and
crystal blue sky, and it is the happy hour margaritas with your toes in the sand. It’s everything that
every beach in every part of the world wants to be. And the best part about the entire thing, you’ll be
the first person in your group to know about it.
I took the advice of a well traveled
friend after a conversation we had
about some different destinations in
Asia. As soon as he finished describing
it, I booked tickets for Manila. My
girlfriend and I were on our way.
friend after a conversation we had
about some different destinations in
Asia. As soon as he finished describing
it, I booked tickets for Manila. My
girlfriend and I were on our way.
Manila, at first impression, is an
unkempt, run down, impoverished,
and threatening sprawl of a city. ‘Pearl
of the Orient’ it is not; barely a
shadow of its former self. The raw
energy of the city, intimidating gawks
from nearly all we encounter, and
oceans of jeepneys, the local and very
unique form of transportation, are
enough to turn anyone away, but at
the end of this exhaust choked
journey, lay our golden ticket, a week
of pure bliss on the most beautiful
beach in the world.
unkempt, run down, impoverished,
and threatening sprawl of a city. ‘Pearl
of the Orient’ it is not; barely a
shadow of its former self. The raw
energy of the city, intimidating gawks
from nearly all we encounter, and
oceans of jeepneys, the local and very
unique form of transportation, are
enough to turn anyone away, but at
the end of this exhaust choked
journey, lay our golden ticket, a week
of pure bliss on the most beautiful
beach in the world.
It was only a short puddle jumper flight later that we were sipping freshly made mango margaritas
from the comfort of handcrafted bamboo chairs, watching the sun gently slip below the horizon, and
drifting into a meditative trance by the sounds of the relaxing ocean swells.
from the comfort of handcrafted bamboo chairs, watching the sun gently slip below the horizon, and
drifting into a meditative trance by the sounds of the relaxing ocean swells.
The second I walked out on the sand,
those pictures weren’t just pretty
pictures of a place I’ll never dream of
finding, they weren’t the images of
great expectations; they were right in
front of my eyes. It was as if
somewhere between Manila and the
alley path we used to get to the
beach, we crawled through the same
coat rack and entered our very own
world of Narnia. Palm trees stretching
to the ocean then gracefully curving to
the heavens, sand so white that it
takes a second for your eyes to adjust
before you can take in the entire
scene, and a beach lifestyle so chilled
out and cool that Jack Johnson would
feel at home. We looked in both
directions and saw restaurants,
those pictures weren’t just pretty
pictures of a place I’ll never dream of
finding, they weren’t the images of
great expectations; they were right in
front of my eyes. It was as if
somewhere between Manila and the
alley path we used to get to the
beach, we crawled through the same
coat rack and entered our very own
world of Narnia. Palm trees stretching
to the ocean then gracefully curving to
the heavens, sand so white that it
takes a second for your eyes to adjust
before you can take in the entire
scene, and a beach lifestyle so chilled
out and cool that Jack Johnson would
feel at home. We looked in both
directions and saw restaurants,
shops, massage therapists, dive companies, adventure companies, and beautiful auburn island
goddesses waiting to accommodate any way they can. The restaurants served their meals at tables in
the sand; you can drink your fruity concoctions from the shade of a palm tree with your mind a million
miles from anywhere. I did, in all my sensory ecstasy, notice there was a lack of something; a lack of
something I had only recently become accustomed to… hordes of people… and this was considered the
“high season.” That made me think, am I on to something here?
goddesses waiting to accommodate any way they can. The restaurants served their meals at tables in
the sand; you can drink your fruity concoctions from the shade of a palm tree with your mind a million
miles from anywhere. I did, in all my sensory ecstasy, notice there was a lack of something; a lack of
something I had only recently become accustomed to… hordes of people… and this was considered the
“high season.” That made me think, am I on to something here?