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Thursday 9/7, Culasi to Boracay Island

47 miles

"The Beach at Boracay"

People preparing to launch boat on beach Since I didn't get food poisoning at dinner last night I decided to have breakfast at the same place. There were no breakfast items on the menu so I settled for a microwaved hamburger and a Pepsi.

Beach with boat and rocky island offshore As I rode today the heat and humidity were getting to me more than usual, so I stopped frequently whenever I found a shady spot to rest and cool off. The north-west coast of Panay Island seems less densely- populated than the other parts I have seen. The places to buy Cokes are farther apart, although I availed myself at almost every opportunity.

Gravel-paved road with mountains in the distance shrouded in clouds I was on unpaved road almost all day, except for the last 15 miles or so. There was more sunshine and less shade than the last two days, which explains my overheating problems.

Somewhere between Sebaste and Pandan I saw a western-looking man walking by the side of the road. I started to ride past, but a Filipino yelled "Your friend!" and pointed to the fellow, who appeared to be in his late 50's. So I stopped and chatted with him. As two Filipinos looked on, he explained that he is a German living in the area. Now, I studied German for a whole year in college 30 years ago, so I'm something of an expert in the language. :=) Actually, I did manage a short conversation. I don't remember everything we said, but at one point I commented, "Wenn wir auf Deutsch sprechen, sie koenten nichts verstehen." (If we speak in German they won't understand a word!" The German was the first non-Filipino I had seen since leaving Iloilo.

Grove of palms with ocean in background and soggy fields in foreground I decided to have lunch in Pandan, but apparently I rode right through it without noticing. (Most of the town is seaward of the "national road.") I stopped at a roadside store and found a cold 1-liter bottle of Coke. They gave me directions back to Pandan, but I misunderstood and continued on in the same direction and then had to backtrack several miles.

Another lunch at a greasy spoon. Rice with some beef dish for a topping. Again I declined the silverware in the cup full of water and used my own.

After Pandan I had a choice of two routes to Caticlan, where you catch the boat to Boracay Island. I could go west along the southern coast of the peninsula via Libertad or north across the neck of the peninsula to Nabas, then west along the north coast. The German had told me that the Libertad road was very rocky. And my guidebook made a point of recommending that you not take the through bus via the southern coast but take the Kalibo bus, even though it means changing at Nabas. I took both their advice and headed north.

Road curving to the right with person walking, lush vegetation, and house visible through the trees The road to Nabas was rocky enough, so if the other way is worse, I made the right decision. After turning west, the north coastal road had fine smooth pavement with even a paved shoulder most of the way -- the first time I have seen that on the tour. There was a fair amount of climbing on this road, but it was a bit cooler so I didn't mind.

My map shows Caticlan as being right on the main road. (I later noticed that the Tourist Dept. map shows it as being off on a side road.) I was expecting to come to a little town with a harbor. I had already passed where the town should have been based on mileage when I saw a sign saying I was entering Malay, the next town along the road according to my map. (A local later told me that Caticlan is the name of the barangay, or barrio, part of the town of Malay.) So I stopped to ask a passerby who said to go further down the road. I stopped again to ask directions and they said just down the road and to the right. But the next right was an obscure-looking dirt road so I stopped a third time to ask some people standing on the corner, and a young fellow said that, yes, that's the way to Boracay. He gave me a business card for a hotel on the island and offered to show me the way. He flagged down a passing jeep/taxi and told me to follow him up the dirt road.

Of course they were soon out of sight and I was thinking that this donkey trail through the jungle couldn't possibly be the way to the world-famous Boracay resort. So when I came to an intersection where it wasn't obvious which way to go I gave up and started back.

I didn't get far when I met a tour bus coming in the other direction! So I quickly reversed course again and followed the bus. It wasn't hard since the bus had to go very slowly over the ruts and rocks. Soon, to my astonishment, we came to the "harbor" complete with food and souvenir stands, ticket office and the government office where you fill out the form required to travel to another island. There MUST be a better route to this place. (No that's it, I later confirmed.)

Beach curving off in the distance with clouds My new friend helped me with the paperwork and we both set off on the pump boat, an old rust bucket (or it would be if it weren't made of wood.) I was not at all sure about carrying the bike with loaded panniers over the narrow gangplank, but a boatman did it for me for a 5 peso tip.

It turns out my guide's name is Ray and his family owns the Bamboo Beach Resort that he is taking me to. The price is 900 pesos a night for a room with air conditioning, which is expensive by Filipino standards but cheap ($20.22) by western standards.

The boat lands on the beach, and because the slope is so shallow you have to wade ashore. However, they brought a smaller boat (for 10 pesos more) to take us the last few yards. I tipped another 10 pesos to the guy who waded ashore with my bike. The boat fare was 25 pesos for me and the bike, so the total crossing cost 50 pesos ($1.12). Again, a lot by Filipino standards.

This time of year, the boat has to land on the east side of the island because of the heavy surf at boat station 2 on the west side. So we had to walk an extra kilometer or so to cross the island.

Beach with tall palm trees blowing in the wind The famous 4-kilometer-long white sand beach on the west side is fronted its entire length with wall-to-wall hotels, restaurants, stores, etc. with the spill-over extending some distance inland. The place is not crowded this time of year, but during the high season hotel reservations must be made well in advance.

I was shown to my room by a hotel employee with the same name as me, Alan. Again, there was no hot water or TV. (I never watch TV anyway except to catch the weather). It was a nice room except for an annoying leak in the bathroom ceiling which kept the tile floor continually wet. Like the last place, there is no curtain or curb between the shower and the rest of the bathroom so the whole floor gets wet when you shower. At least the toilet seat doesn't get wet. Because there is no seat on the toilet! That's what you get on Boracay for 900 pesos. I could have stayed at the Regency for 130 dollars a night.

For dinner I had the buffet at the hotel. The dining room is a covered open-air area between the hotel and the beach. The food wasn't great but all-you-can-eat was just what I needed tonight (for 150 pesos).

So what's my impression of the famous Boracay? I should warn you that I am not a "beach person" plus I was there during the rainy season. But I wasn't all that impressed. If you want a spectacular but over-developed beach, Waikiki is a lot closer. While all modern services are available, the transportation, phone, and electricity infrastructure is inferior. Still, the prices are much lower and if you mainly want to lie on the beach by day and party by night, it might be just the ticket.

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