Kitesurfing in the South Pacific

What a day. I am actually writing this drunk and 2am (just to preface). Long story short we started our day with breakfast in our hotel. We then walked over the island from west to east to get to the other side, Bulabog Beach. After walking passed the tourist area we then walked into the traditional Filipino village where to the workers and others reside.

Bulabog Beach was super deep and windy. We watched the kitesurfers and windsurfers zip around the amazing blue waters. So fun. Especially when they got air. It was a cool sight with Pinoy, Dutch, Aussies, Kiwi, German and American's filling the bay with what had to be 30-40 kitesurfers. Very global feeling. Evidently this is where the International windsurfing finals have been held since 1988 too. Hmmm.

We then walked back to White Beach and had a great lunch and laid out till 4pm. Yes, I do have quite a healthy red glow about me now (stop laughing), and yes my lips are all f*cked up again (stop laughing Sharon). I also haven't got very far on my book 'The Devil in White City' since I seem to fall asleep everytime in the sun, and/or am distracted with all the goings on.

After having a dipped in our pool, Noel then ordered up a room massage. OMG these two little Flip girls showed up in their little uniforms with tight red pants and logo'd white shirts. Very soft spoken the both said 'sir, please take off all and lay down on the bed' (we have two very hard queen beds in our room, which was perfect for more crazy Swedish and Shiatsu). She laid a sarong across my ass, and then next thing I know is literally kneeling on my lower back/butt and jabbing under my shoulder blades with her pointing sharp albows....AYE YA!

We finally, after freshening up, went out and ate dinner on the beach. We had these huge prawns (with their heads included in the sauce) and grilled pork belly...YUM! Noel was in heaven. Then we moved down the path to our favorite singers and stayed on the beach. This trio was so good, singing things like Jason Mraz, Neil Diamond and Creed but in a Reggae beat and style. It was awesome in a dark candle lit atmosphere on bamboo low sofas and tables intermidst the palm trees on the sand.

And then we cockatailed down the beach. And ended up at a disco of sorts called EPIC. There are no gay bars here but Epic pretty much turns into one after 11pm. Picture 30 gays, 15 Euros/Aussies/Kiwi, and 15 very confused Chinese.