Exploring to Puca Beach

Eric doing the very Asian photo pose.

I dreamt I got a fancy Corvette in America. It was stressing about it though because it was too nice and I didn’t want to get rain in it or get the paint scratched. Despite falling asleep to dream, I didn’t sleep well because I was overly concerned about if Eric, Vilma and Kenny were even enjoying their vacation with me. We didn’t really do much, Eric and Vilma wanted to return to America earlier than planned, and everyone was concerned with planning what to do after the Philippines. For me, relaxing on a white sand beach is vacation—it’s what I came out here for.

Despite its reputation for being beautiful, White Beach can have its bad days too.

The ugly fences along White Beach serve a purpose at a cost of making the place look ugly.

Eric, Vilma, Kenny, and I went to the crepe place again to eat breakfast. I had the blueberry crepe which was better than the mango. After breakfast we all went back to our rooms where Kenny did his laundry and Eric and Vilma packed because they were leaving for Manila in the morning. After Eric and Vilma left, Kenny and I decided to explore and walk to Puca beach.

Walking on White Beach towards the end of it.

Willy's Rock in Station 1 of White Beach.

Kenny shooting a dead crab on the beach at Station 1.

The sun was intense, weather was hot, and Kenny and I had no idea where we were going. We basically walked in the general direction of Puca beach from a map we read somewhere previously. After walking 2 hours in the hot sun and up hills, we found Puca beach.

Puca beach is famous for their Puca shells which can only be found at Puca beach. At the beach, locals are often seen collecting the shells.

Puca beach was a lot more quiet and cleaner than White Beach.

The beach is a nice white sand beach that’s not infested with ugly bamboo wind walls, annoying vendors, and too many tourists. Kenny and I walked around, took pictures, and ate at a small place called Ton Ton. I had a delicious fried squid adobo dish. Kenny and I decided not to walk back to our resort and instead treat ourselves to a tricycle ride.

We shared a tricycle with a Japanese girl and her platonic English friend. They were an odd pairing and if they were actually together it would look strange. Kenny and I went back to our room where we hung out until dinner time drinking some rum and Coke. For dinner we ate ramen at a Japanese restaurant called Hama. The ramen wasn’t anything special and is definitely nothing to write home about; though in a way, I’m kinda writing home about it in this blog.

"Station 1" at Boracay. The three different sections of Boracay beach are actually quite different in character. We stayed at Station 3 which is the quietest part of the beach. Station 1 was the most beautiful.

Shooting pool at Summer Place.

After dinner Kenny and I wanted to experience some good Boracay nightlife since we missed the opportunity when we fell asleep in our room the day before. We asked around and ended up walking up to “station 1” part of the beach—northern section with a bigger beach and more disco clubs. There we hung out at Club Paraw which had less happening than a Barnes and Noble bookstore. It had nice music though and the bartender made us some nice strong drinks. After a few drinks, Kenny and I walked to “station 2” to go to the recommended Summer Place.

There we watched a live band and shot some pool. At the bar, we sat next to some girls that we started talking to. There was some flirting going on until Kenny signaled to me that we had to leave. Kenny told me later that the girls we were talking to were actually bayats—lady boys. Damn, that was too close.


- jason