Boracay 2012 Day 1 – Arrival at Boracay and Mt. Luho

The long weekend for Lunar New Year on 2012 presented a great opportunity for a island getaway. We also wanted something easy and preferably a place where the population would not be dominantly Chinese, in order to avoid a shutdown of the country (like Singapore). Haven’t been to Philippines before so we chose Boracay, one that seemed the best option of affordable beautiful beach and a relatively safe location.

We took the Jetstar flight after midnight to gain on more day time for exploring Boracay and transfer to Cebu Pacific for the flight to the Caticlan airport, which was closer to Boracay then Kalibo, removing the need for a longer road travel to the Caticlan jetty. Only slight problem was the transfer from an international airport to a domestic one, which we had to do it via a taxi. It was a nice feeling riding on a propeller aircraft.

Manila airport.

Manila airport.

Inside Manila airport.

Inside Manila airport.

Breakfast before flying to Boracay.

Breakfast before flying to Boracay.

Propeller airplane to Boracay.

Propeller airplane to Boracay.

View from the plane arriving at Boracay.

View from the plane arriving at Boracay.

Tiny Boracay airport.

Tiny Boracay airport.

Upon arrival, we took a trike to the nearby Caticlan jetty for a more or less fixed price. Transfer to the jetty after purchasing boat tickets at the jetty itself, and caught out for the need of additional fees (environmental fees and port fees). It was then a short boat ride to Boracay.

Street outside Boracay.

Street outside Boracay.

Our ride to the jetty.

Our ride to the jetty.

Just outside the jetty.

Just outside the jetty.

Caticlan jetty.

Caticlan jetty.

Our boat transfer to Boracay.

Our boat transfer to Boracay.

Passengers boarding.

Passengers boarding.

Borcay jetty.

Boracay jetty.

From the jetty, we got our luggage onto another trike for another negotiated fees to Station 3, the closest beach station to the jetty where our resort, 357 Boracay was. Short 10mins drive and we found ourselves waiting to check in with welcome drinks.

The issue with arriving early was that the rooms weren’t ready. So we took what we need and started our exploration.

Welcome drinks.

Welcome drinks.

Reception at 357.

Reception at 357.

Beach view in front of our resort.

Beach view in front of our resort.

There were 3 “stations” where each station represented one section of long white sand beach. We were at station 3, the least popular of the 3, being further away from the “action”. This also meant that the accommodation was cheaper there and not as crowded. Walking from station to station was not difficult though.

As we walked the streets, we came across a shopping arcade called D’Mall, shops there sold mostly clothes and souvenir and dive/swim wear. We settled at Ole Boracay for some lunch.

Beach lined with resorts.

Beach lined with resorts.

Beancurd on the go.

Beancurd on the go.

Finished product.

Finished product.

Beancurd man.

Beancurd man.

D*mall shopping.

D*mall shopping.

D*mall shopping street.

D*mall shopping street.

Shopping arcade.

More shopping.

Ole restaurant.

Ole restaurant.

Our lunch.

Our lunch.

Walking further after lunch, whatever that could be seen on the streets become repeated, agents trying to sell you day trips were common.

I couldn’t get enough of the white sand and the beach, other than Maldives a few years back, I couldn’t remember any other beach destination with such smooth flowing white sand and clear waters. Weather was slightly rainy, few occasions drizzle came and we had to hide.

Overcast.

Overcast.

Sand that flows.

Sand that flows.

Strong wind blowing.

Strong wind blowing.

Our first activity was to take a trike to Mt Luho and get to the top for a view. Took a trike and soon we arrived at the bottom of a flight of steps that would bring us to the top. The panoramic view of Boracay was worth the climb.

There was also a small section where I got to take a picture with a hawk on my arms and see some animals in cages.

Mt. Luho viewpoint.

Mt. Luho viewpoint.

Stairway up.

Stairway up.

View from Mt. Luho.

View from Mt. Luho.

Hawk on my arm.

Hawk on my arm.

Caged birds.

Caged birds.

Another bigger bird.

Another bigger bird.

Even other wild animals.

Even other wild animals.

We returned to hotel where our rooms were ready and took a rest before heading out for dinner at one of the many restaurants nearby. Ordered Filipino seafood of course.

Our room.

Our room.

Pretty decent in size.

Pretty decent in size.

Shower.

Shower.

Dinner.

Dinner.

Rice with veg and chicken.

Rice with veg and chicken.

Milkshake.

Milkshake.

Calamari.

Calamari.

Rest of the night was spent roaming the same street, a different view now as the darkness fell and the night craft vendors took over. There were also various tentages with their own entertainment programs such as music bands and fire dance. Spent the night enjoying the music, stress free.

Playing with fire.

Playing with fire.

Night view of the street.

Night view of the street.

People selling crafts.

People selling crafts.

Lighted up at the shopping arcade.

Lighted up at the shopping arcade.

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About ziyi

A travel addict from the little red dot otherwise known as Singapore. Started blogging during travel to help the aging forgetful mind remember the experience of each destination.

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