
I followed them blindly for I had no idea what else Boracay could offer other than the beach and the nightlife. Micaela and Doyzkie, who both had been here before, led the way as we walked under the burning sun. "Where are we going again?" I asked. "We're having some fruit shake," Mica answered. And without any more questions, I just trailed them even though at the back of my mind, I was wondering why we had to amble almost the entire length of the island just for a cup of fruit shake. This must be a hell of a fruit shake. … [Read more...]









