Boracay

It's crazy how quickly life-as-usual resumes. It's like the last month was like a terrific dream that was over in a blink. Nothing quite like a shrill 6am alarm and cold rainy Melbourne morning to snap you back to reality, hey? 

 

I left you last 3 weeks ago in El Nido. Another island, another country and what feels like another planet later, I'm sitting on the tram anxiously awaiting my first day back at work. 

To continue the tale, I'll regress to week 2; Boracay.
Postcard perfect, party resort island. I binged daily on buffet breakfasts, beachfront banana lounge massages and tropical cocktails. Such a decadent, relaxing and fun week.
On a side note, can you believe I left here with the flu?!  

 

 

El Nido

From Port Barton, we jeepney-ed an hour through the island countryside to seek out an air conditioned bus to El Nido from Roxas.

250 pesos, a couple of travel pills and 6 comatose hours later, we had arrived in the surreal and unspoiled archipelago utopia of El Nido, Palawan. 

The unrelenting beauty of this place will make you gasp for air thinking you've seriously died and gone to heaven. The crystal turquoise waters framed by steaming Jurassic Park-like jungle and prehistoric limestone cliff faces is probably the most beautiful thing a person in this lifetime will ever be fortunate enough to see.

4 straight days of binging on food, booze, seawater and epic scenery. Amazing.