Brittany and I wandered around trying to figure out where to go, we decided to stop in at Juice Bar for a drink and ended up getting kicked off this huge table that no one was sitting at because a group of about 20 Koreans had reserved it, even though they were all standing at the bar. We ended up sitting with this young fellow from England and catching the end of one of the soccer games. We decided to head down near Boat Station 1 (we were currently at Boat Station 2) to look for a party, and invited our friend to come along. I think we went to 3 different bars throughout the night and drank, made friends with locals and danced. The whole night was tons of fun and a little hazy and eventually at one point Brit tells me she's leaving...clearly having to much fun, I decide to stay. I ended up out until the sun came up and witnessed my first Boracay sunrise... beautiful but it has nothing on the sunsets.
The next night out came a few days later and we made friends with some Americans: an uncle, his nephew and the uncle's client. We weren't too keen to stay with them for two long but they ended up being with us most of the night. Eventually we ended up at one bar where we were sitting next to a bunch of people that I mistook for Koreans... of course, being semi Korean myself now, I had to ask them. Turns out they were from Taiwan (hey, my judgement was obviously foggy from all the cocktails) and invited me to join them. I could get over there fast enough, these were more my people now than old American men.
Turns out my new friends were playing some game that I didn't understand and I soon lost... they tell me to lie on my back and put tissue over my mouth, and then the guy next to me starts to lean over top of me. This is starting to feel a little sketchy and I protest but they are all laughing and telling me it's fine, and go so far as to hold me down. Turns out he just did three pushups over top of me and that was that (why they couldn't have told me that is what he was going to do still baffles me). Brit freaked out and pulled me back to their area, about 2 minutes in to talking to the old men again and I was back with my Asian friends. This time the nephew followed and then Brit, where we all tried to figure out this game that to this day is still a mystery.
Later that night I went to the bathroom and was so excited to get back to the party that I came running out and bashed my shin in to a tiny table (obviously for tiny Asians). I stop, stare at my friends dancing, look the opposite direction at the bar and have a change of plans...the booze will help hide the pain. Somehow again Brit ends up leaving (without saying bye this time) and I am stuck with two new friends who I thought were from Australia until a week later when I found out they were Swedish. It was still fun, and then my little British friend from the previous night shows up so the 4 of us head to a different bar. Suddenly I have one of the Swedes and the British guy on each side fighting for my attention, both well aware of the other one... awkward to say the least. The Swede eventually was taking his oh so drunk friend home and whispered his guesthouse and room number in my ear about 15 times... right... cause that's gonna happen.
Our last Friday night we had some drinks with friends and Nigi Nigi (a beach bar where we had met many of friends). We had a few more drinks at Summer Place (where I used the sketchiest bathroom I had used the entire time I was in the Philippines), then decided to go hear our DJ friend play at Hey Jude Bar.
Brit and I take separate motorbikes where for some reason I thought they were free so I didn't pay... my guy waited for her to show up and then made her pay for me, hahaha whooops. The place was pretty chill, the soccer game was on and our DJ friend was doing a pretty good job, but we were anticipating a livelier atmosphere. There were two huge dogs there which are the biggest dogs I have seen since leaving North America. We made friends with some locals, including one of the managers of a really famous restaurant on the beach. It was an ungodly hour by the time we got home and I'm surprised we got up and moving as fast as we did the next day.
For those of you who don't know, you use the pail of water to flush the toilet.
Our last big party night was the Saturday night before we left. There was to be a full moon party at a place called Jungle Bar. First we started the night out with drinks at Nigi Nigi again. It was the last time that this big group was all together. A bunch of us then head down the beach to drink a tower of vodka cran before heading off to Jungle Bar.
The way Jungle Bar was explained to me that was you take a tryc down these dirt roads and once you start to feel like you're getting kidnapped, you'll go about another 3 minutes and then be there. This is precisely what happened. Thankfully I was in a tryc with 4 guys so I wasn't so concerned.
When we rolled up the place looked bunk. A rickety old sign, wooden fence and no sign of a party... but a few steps in we start to hear drums and walk in to a fire show and a bunch of nearly naked people running around.. ahhh yes, a full moon party. We grab some drinks, mingle, and just enjoy our last night. I had yet another awkward runin with a Kiwi who wouldn't leave me alone, which only solidified my stance that New Zealanders are creepers.
I started to hear whispers about how people from our group wanted to roll out, thankfully... I was ready to go too. The thing was no one would actually say "let's go". Finally I take initiative, get up and say I'm leaving. All of a sudden 6 other people jump up too and say they are coming with me.
It was a great last night in Boracay. Not a full moon party that you'd get in Thailand but I think it was almost better... a perfect ending to our week on Boracay.
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