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...See, I know I should get a Multiply account now that I've taken to abusing Abel!Phone's camera, but getting one means maintaining yet another webpage. Besides, I think I suck at taking photos, and all of them are from a camera phone anyway. =_= Anyway.
So in spite of the bum knee I was shipped off to Mindoro with the rest of the family, Petrik's extension included. We rode off to Batangas port and took an hour and twenty-minute bangka ride all the way to White Beach, which is basically like Station 2 of Boracay, or, as Dad puts it, Ermita. Then it was a five minute tricycle ride to the Tamaraw Beach Resort. Such was the start of the most relaxing weekend I have had in a while. Favorite quote of the day came from Pio, who said the following upon seeing my parents the morning we left the city: "See, this is our parents idea of a vacation: Mom is dressed for aerobics class and Dad is dressed to go out to the African safari."
There's Tamaraw Beach Resort from the parking lot. The place is more than just decent, and the best part about it is that the people are so nice. It's a favorite spot of the missionary families because it's pretty cheap and it's far away from the noise of places like White Beach.
Great beach too. They've got a volleyball net and a soccer goal set up nearby, and they even have swings. Relived a bit of my childhood on theirs. Peter's face kept getting whipped by the small shrubs beside his spot the last time though.
These are the cottages they have near the beach. They also have a new building by the reception area... the rooms are a lot nicer there, but I stayed at a cottage with Peter because of my bum knee since Mom had gotten rooms on the third floor.
Ours was Room 15, and as you can see, my brother and I made it just like home.
Even though the first day was more of a nuisance than anything else (my knee was killing me and the scar was itching not from the salt in the air as I had originally thought but because I was allergic to this ointment my doctors were making me put on), the second day was absolutely lovely (for one, I stopped putting the damned ointment). Since the Palm Sunday Mass was scheduled for 6:30 AM, my parents decided to make it an optional thingsince there was no way short of bringing on the Apocalypse that they'd be able to rouse Peter, Pio, myself and Petrik and all his family (Grade 4 boy and widdle baby included) for a Mass, of all things. Hence, most of us siblings did the smart thing and slept in. X3
There's Anika, hiding behind her Dad's back. I couldn't resist. x_X
After the parental folks and my brother Paolo (who, by the way, had taken to wearing his shades and did not take them off the whole trip -- no, I'm not kidding, he even wore them at night) came from Mass, we had a light breakfast and went snorkeling at the Coral Garden. My brother Pio went crazy with the underwater camera. Me? I just enjoyed the water and the fish. @_@ I felt like I was moving through a Discovery Channel documentary.
Sightseeing was cancelled, but we did venture out to White Beach for dinner, which involved a great view from the third floor of a bar & grill and the best inihaw I have ever tasted in my life. Oh. I also got myself a nifty cross pendant thingie and a shirt.
Took this one before we left for White Beach on the second day. I've a nicer version taken with my dad's digital camera, but this'll do for now, I guess. *huggles Abel!Phone*
The morning of our last day was spent with my family out swimming on the beach and me scribbling away in my notebook until checkout time, then it was a twenty-minute trike ride to the port to wait for the Supercat since nobody wanted to repeat the Bangka Experience we had going there. The rest of the day was devoted to travelling, since we stopped over for a late merienda at the Petron down South Super Highway. Anika was wobbling all over the place. Pio wanted to charge P100 per slice of the pizza he bought himself, so Mom allowed Peter to get his own, which his demolished. And Paolo never took off those shades.
And tomorrow, it's a commuting trip to Laguna, all for the love of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ravyn_ashling.
Yes, yes. Drabbles, I know. *pushesyukitsu and archangel_dream down*
Btw, Code Geass 23 had its moments. Lelouch was, for one and as usual, the sole redeeming factor the whole episode. At least the Token Pink-haired Girl(tm) is finally dead.
So in spite of the bum knee I was shipped off to Mindoro with the rest of the family, Petrik's extension included. We rode off to Batangas port and took an hour and twenty-minute bangka ride all the way to White Beach, which is basically like Station 2 of Boracay, or, as Dad puts it, Ermita. Then it was a five minute tricycle ride to the Tamaraw Beach Resort. Such was the start of the most relaxing weekend I have had in a while. Favorite quote of the day came from Pio, who said the following upon seeing my parents the morning we left the city: "See, this is our parents idea of a vacation: Mom is dressed for aerobics class and Dad is dressed to go out to the African safari."
There's Tamaraw Beach Resort from the parking lot. The place is more than just decent, and the best part about it is that the people are so nice. It's a favorite spot of the missionary families because it's pretty cheap and it's far away from the noise of places like White Beach.
Great beach too. They've got a volleyball net and a soccer goal set up nearby, and they even have swings. Relived a bit of my childhood on theirs. Peter's face kept getting whipped by the small shrubs beside his spot the last time though.
These are the cottages they have near the beach. They also have a new building by the reception area... the rooms are a lot nicer there, but I stayed at a cottage with Peter because of my bum knee since Mom had gotten rooms on the third floor.
Ours was Room 15, and as you can see, my brother and I made it just like home.
Even though the first day was more of a nuisance than anything else (my knee was killing me and the scar was itching not from the salt in the air as I had originally thought but because I was allergic to this ointment my doctors were making me put on), the second day was absolutely lovely (for one, I stopped putting the damned ointment). Since the Palm Sunday Mass was scheduled for 6:30 AM, my parents decided to make it an optional thing
There's Anika, hiding behind her Dad's back. I couldn't resist. x_X
After the parental folks and my brother Paolo (who, by the way, had taken to wearing his shades and did not take them off the whole trip -- no, I'm not kidding, he even wore them at night) came from Mass, we had a light breakfast and went snorkeling at the Coral Garden. My brother Pio went crazy with the underwater camera. Me? I just enjoyed the water and the fish. @_@ I felt like I was moving through a Discovery Channel documentary.
Sightseeing was cancelled, but we did venture out to White Beach for dinner, which involved a great view from the third floor of a bar & grill and the best inihaw I have ever tasted in my life. Oh. I also got myself a nifty cross pendant thingie and a shirt.
Took this one before we left for White Beach on the second day. I've a nicer version taken with my dad's digital camera, but this'll do for now, I guess. *huggles Abel!Phone*
The morning of our last day was spent with my family out swimming on the beach and me scribbling away in my notebook until checkout time, then it was a twenty-minute trike ride to the port to wait for the Supercat since nobody wanted to repeat the Bangka Experience we had going there. The rest of the day was devoted to travelling, since we stopped over for a late merienda at the Petron down South Super Highway. Anika was wobbling all over the place. Pio wanted to charge P100 per slice of the pizza he bought himself, so Mom allowed Peter to get his own, which his demolished. And Paolo never took off those shades.
And tomorrow, it's a commuting trip to Laguna, all for the love of
ravyn_ashling.Yes, yes. Drabbles, I know. *pushes
yukitsu and archangel_dream down*Btw, Code Geass 23 had its moments. Lelouch was, for one and as usual, the sole redeeming factor the whole episode. At least the Token Pink-haired Girl(tm) is finally dead.
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