So yeah, this Vagabond has been a little out of touch lately. I’ve been jumping across mountains in Nepal, driving across the 50 US States, working at home in Hawaii, and I’ve finally landed here on the island of Boracay while en route to Cambodia.
Although I’ve been a bit absent as of late on this particular site, I’ve somehow managed to retain the ability to scour out incredible corners of the globe, this time in the Philippines. The island of Boracay is not exactly a secret, as evidenced by the hundreds of hotels and tourist establishments that populate this tiny tropical island in the Western Visayas, but the water is nonetheless some of the clearest I have ever seen and there is little to do except waste away a day on a white sand beach with a $.50 beer beneath a towering palm.
That’s a normal day for most people. Unfortunately the life of a traveling freelance writer isn’t always as idyllic, and sometimes you end up sitting on a tropical island in a humid garden with a spotty wireless connection hopelessly trying to get caught up on all of your assignments and continuously shocking yourself with your computer thanks to the questionable electrical outlets.
Nonetheless, after checking everywhere for the perfect place to call a vacation, (and I mean everywhere, not just Hostel World), we finally settled upon the Blue Mango Inn, a relaxed little dive resort on the quieter end of the strip away from the late night madness that can be found on other parts of the beach. If you’ve never seen a Chinese man from Shanghai drink flaming shots while standing on a beach bar in nothing but his underwear at 6pm, then you haven’t spent a night in Boracay.
There will be more updates forthcoming regarding the beauty of Boracay as I try to return to more of a regular schedule. For the time being, however, know that if you need to find me, I’ll be laying out in front of the Blue Mango, an afternoon San Miguel beer in my one hand, getting shocked by my keyboard on the other.