Bye bye, Boracay!

I’m almost happy when it rains for a day. I can hardly keep up with the work, the kiting is good but also quite flat and always followed by exhausting nights. We go to at least three good concerts a day. A drink in the bars on White Beach often costs more than a full bottle of rum plus ice and a cup in the expensive supermarket. I no longer count the money, otherwise I would have to shout all the time.

What I miss most are adventures and stories. Everything here is 100% planned, reliable and runs with the grey monotony of clockwork. The best story I’ve heard in a week on Boracay is the one about the Ukrainian woman whose flatmate locks her out of her room two nights in a row. There are better stories.

A heavy cold knocks me out for a few days on Boracay. Rum and saltwater nasal rinsing while kiting are the remedy. It works quite well, but also makes you tired. The damp clothes afterwards are no good. The rain floods some side streets in Boracay up to 30 cm. Millions flow into Boracay every day, but they don’t have the money to stop the sewage system from flushing slurry onto the streets.

Boracay’s sewage treatment plant also seems to be flooded. It is located directly behind Bulabog Beach, and today it smells remarkably strongly of shit. Disenchanted sanctuaries, for the last time. After the rain, the wind in Boracay picks up to a crisp 25 knots fully onshore. The high tide with three metres of beach today costs the lives of several kites in the palm trees behind it. Even good riders park incorrectly on Boracay today.

On our last evening on Boracay, we have dinner in a large group at a good Indian restaurant, which is only three times as expensive and almost as good as my favourite Indian at home. I have to get away from here. I want to experience something, not just survive. Bye bye, Boracay!

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