Well beyond expectations

So much for going to Bora during the weekend. it's only tuesday and now i'm swamped with work with schedules until October. Good thing everything i'm doing has "beer" written all over it.


















Thanks to the people at Marketing, who thought it was time i went with them and write about what i saw, i was able to see what the fuss was all about.

Man, it was better than advertised, and you while i dreaded seeing the expected overflow crowd and too many structures, it wasn't as bothersome as i thought. The sea and the sand and the sun is more than enough to overlook these trifles.

Apart from work, we spent our free time sitting idly in front of the beach, drinking beer or sampling the island fruit shakes. The hotel we stayed in offered a great view, (but you'd really be thick if you chose to spend your hours in your hotel room) and even then, there was no shortage of getting a good view - anywhere! Simply go down to the powdery white sand of a beach and walk left or right. And don't forget to maintain good conversation with your companions (and bosses) whle drinking ice cold Pale Pilsen.

In between, sample the local fare, test the calm waters, collect some island trinkets, and if you like, get a tattoo. Doesn't matter what it means, as long as you can be cool for a day. Even if you're 33 going on 34.

Sigh! The only thing that sucked about this trip (not a vacation mind you) is that it had to end at some point. Despite being in a tropical island paradise, i had to wake up early on a Monday so as to catch my plane. During the flight, I kept looking at the henna thorn on my right arm to ensure i wasn't dreaming.

The short stay took me away from the election madness engulfing the country. Plus i didn't see any politicians during my stay. There was one on the flight home though, but i was busy playing the PSP i bought.

somebody please give me enough time and money so i can go back...as in now.


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