Jesus Christ, I went away for two weeks and Trollop started posting pics of men who are really Nordic wildcat fairies, or a woman who’s really a big-butted mountain goat—or an old tranny dressed as the Bride of Frankenstein. Gah!
Well, I was at Lagen in El Nido, Palawan. It’s an hour and a half plane ride away from Manila and I gotta say, until Raoul build me my own pritti castle with a huge pool, Lagen is the closest thing I deem as a piece of heaven on SE Asia. Aye, truly, truly! It costs $300 per person per night but surely heaven costs more, right? In any case, it’s all worth it.
Usually when I hit the beach, I don’t do “beachy” stuff. Ya know: kayaking, snorkeling, diving with the fishes, lovin’ on the sand *wink* (though I always wear the outfit no matter what, hee, with beachy bracelet and anklet and beachy cutie hat—verra important as I can’t stand the sun)... But at Lagen, even I was surprised that I’d spent my every waking moment enjoying the water as I feast and I frolic and I flirt (occasionally :P) mostly with a gorgeous Turkish dude named Cenk. (Er, I think that’s how it’s spelled; I can barely understand his English. :/)
Ohhh, how I loved it there. I dunno if it’s because of those warm, hospitable locals and the peaceful environment. Perhaps it’s simply because, for someone who don’t sleep, I went to bed every night at 10 p.m.—without fail—AND SLEPT DEEPLY FOR 8-9 HOURS. Yep. Straight. I kid you not! And, sure, I had no internet access (connection was wacky) and I had no telly and I had no cellphone (only certain places/islands have cell sites) (and here I thought I’d diiiie without those!) but I also had no bleeding worries, no bastards with emotional range of a teaspoon and no cranky/bitchy Harlot who had, lately, been trying to overpower me. One thing I was sure of: for the first time in months, I was happy.
I had such a wonderful, WONDERFUL time I didn’t want to leave particularly when nothing is calling me back. If only I could stay forever... but can anyone really stay forever in Paradise? Hmmm, perhaps someday I could... hopefully... with my Matt Farrell, that is. *sigh*
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