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Travelogue XXXVIII: Boracay Honeymoon Day 7 (April 3, 2009)

April 19, 2009

Note: “Honeymoon” is a term I use whenever my husband and I vacation in an exotic destination. We are not newly weds. In fact, we’ve been married for almost 7 years now and counting. This is our 6th year as Club Panoly members, our 9th visit so far and we make it a point to visit once or twice every year. We consider Boracay our second home.

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 For those who would like to read my Boracay 2009 travelogue from the start, click:

Boracay Honeymoon Day 1

Boracay Honeymoon Day 2

Boracay Honeymoon Day 3

Boracay Honeymoon Day 4

Boracay Honeymoon Day 5

Boracay Honeymoon Day 6

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Let’s go fly some fish.. whut?

You read that right! We were going to flyfish!!! There was even supposed to be parasailing that day but because we woke up late, it didn’t push thru. It was our last morning at Bora. Peter, Cecille and I were scheduled to fly out of our paradise  middle of that afternoon so we crammed whatever activity we can afford to do on that final morning.

 

 First on the agenda was to go flyfishing. Woohoo!!!  We were all very excited to do this. Anyway, we’ve parasailed in Kota Kinabalu before so that was no biggie. Flyfishing on the other hand, was a first for all of us.

 We all met up at the beach and hurriedly walked  somewhere in station 3 to the same guy we talked to the previous day when we went sailing. His rates were cheaper than most locals offering water sport activities. We all paid Php350 each  for 30 minutes of flyfishing (speedboat ride to the docking station in the middle of the sea not included). I felt both excited and terrified at the same time! I wasn’t sure if I still had the stamina and the courage to brave these kinds of activities but what the heck! Life is too short. 

 Upon reaching the docking station, we were immediately handed life vests. But instead of wearing them, we took some time doing some major photo op. It was our last day after all and the boatmen didn’t mind. They even took our photos on their jet skis. Sweet.

 Then the minute has arrived when we all had to ride the flyfish. It’s very much roomy as compared to a banana boat but the thing that scared me the most was the fact that I might be thrown off the water while at the same time being kicked by the one in front of me.This happened to me in Puerto Galera before I my chest  (where I was hit) ached for several days if I remember correctly. Oh well. “This is it!”, I thought.
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