I really loved the whole place. It's the "God-if-I'm-filthy-rich-my-house-would-look-like-this" kind of love. The structures are beautiful and interestingly phased, doorways (and yeah, I really have a thing for doors and doorways) are framed by foliage, the gardens beckon you to step out under the sun, and there are corners that compel you to sit and stay a while.
Month one of 2016 saw me on a weekend trip up North with my STORM loves. Good thing about this? I didn't have to do/plan anything. I just paid my share of the expenses and showed up on time. Best thing about this? I got to spend a weekend with some of the funnest, funniest, craziest people I got the privilege of knowing.
To satisfy the need to escape and to avoid recurrence of emotional, uhm, episodes, I have decided to go somewhere or do something (an activity of some sort I wouldn't often do) every month of this year.
Knowing this exchange rate would help you in moments of doubt: $1 = 4,000 Riel. Remember that when a mischievous ten-year-old monk charges you a dollar to use the toilet that costs 500 Riel per use after you tell him you don't have carry the currency.
I always go to the beach. This one is one of my favorites with it's wide beach and tempestuous waters.
Borawan Island is a play on Boracay and Palawan, as homage for the sand of the former and the rock formations of the latter. No offense to the person who named it (or even to the people who make their living there), but they only got the rock formations right. Boracay sands it isn't, so we dubbed it "Batawan" instead (as in, sands of Batangas and rock formations of Palawan).