What Its Like To Be Living In A Beautiful Tourist Island

 

A few years ago I used to live by the ocean on a tiny island in the Philippines, A lazy laid-off life, in short, call me a beach bum girl … An Island Life is, to become cast away from the race of life in the City … My tiny bungalow which I can call it my tiny ruined shack, has got me a monthly paid off a $100 which of course utilities ain’t included, – my morning routine, slipped on my flops wear my sunglasses , and stride off to this powdery pristine beach sands meeting the island folks who’s also a merchants of their own crafts, selling trinkets , souvenirs, maps, hats to sunglasses … Along the way to the shoreline where you will meet restaurant and shop owners and with a small chat with the local folks!
But I can’t be just frolicking out to the beach till high noon and evening comes … as I do have a hotel and restaurant jobs from Food Services, Bartending to Restaurants Manager, I ain’t No bum at all!-

But sadly, This can’t be at all the sacred place that I used to pray of its beauty and enchantment people with money are just so mean and irresponsible- The uncontrollably booming of hotel industry got this Islands half natures massively destroyed, The last glimpse was left into my memory as the sky got blanketed by darkness when these fruit bat devils have flown above feet high over to the coconut trees while migrating into a neighboring islands- while its huge numbers of migration decreases, these poor winged creature habitat might had been being disturbed by humans- tiny motorboats that can only transport a six passengers that were me there included has now been replaced with a high-speed bigger and powerful sea vessel just only to accommodate the unforgiving passengers each day and years pass by the flocks and numbers of tourists are becoming enormous and so the constant changes are just only becoming normal… but still its beauty and its uniqueness of Boracay still beyond Incomparable …

By then, I changed course and settled to different ways of life, with that last job I left I was a manager of a tiny Italian restaurant, I made that tiny business into a profitable one without  any backup cash during off seasons- just being known as the best place in town, I think I was good at my job then … My Italian capo ( boss) was very pleased but he ain’t so happy that I quit!

But believe me, I am living on the other side of the world were across to this body of water of the Pacific Ocean is where the tiny island that I used to live … every time I drove by through the Pacific Coastal Highways heading all the way from Laguna Beach, Huntington Beach, out to Malibu … Boracay Island is just only across the street of the West Coast
The thing I had missed a lot is my favorite and sexy pina colada at my favorite bar when happy hour time for a $1.50 I’ve got a 2 glasses from Luis, – have my gazed to the stillness of the sea when sometimes around summer the intensity of the sun creates a mirage of images that dances to the blue color turquoise water of the ocean …
The next time of my adventure would be Japan and India … I am Not rich… half inside of my pocket is my courage and positivity in life … I am just a BackPacker …

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