Im in Boracay in the Philippines, I'm at an internet cafe, and I'm dripping wet. After a kilometer sprint through mud puddles and street vendors, I've reached the glorious halfway mark to my hostel...the internet cafe. Now I must take off, only 80 pesos left to get myself off this island. More details to come.
3 comments:
mmmm mud puddles...
sounds like a blast my friend!
i failed to mention a crucial detail. it was pouring out. Like someone pouring buckets of water on your head consisitantly. Good times.
how'd you like boracay?! where did you stay??
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