|White Beach, delivering on its name|
But then, I looked around a bit more. There were mobs of Asian tourists walking around, banana boats cruising in the water, para-sailing speed boats, and a navy of sailboats awaiting tourists parked just offshore. A few minutes walk down the beach brought me resort after resort. Masseuses plaintively meowed "Massage Sir?", an army of children and boys asked if I wanted a mango or sunglasses or a boat trip. Boracay was not a lost paradise.
This was the legendary White Beach, and it was indeed worth being here. But I already wanted to escape to the other side, where dreams of wind and kiteboarding over clear water and corals awaited.