OK. Christmas is well and truly over. Raking back over it during January seems all wrong. I’ve left this too
long to properly finish off the Boracay saga. But having started, I can’t leave
it unfinished.
So let’s leave it brief, with this picture.
Christmas Eve, post-fish-fest, saw us join a beach party
with a bunch of locals. The Boracay beach volleyball team.
I don’t go in for Christmas Eve as the big night out. Never have.
So there was one last Christmas tradition I smashed in Boracay.
Because in Boracay, at the beach party drink I did. Loud
music. Endless rum in a bucket. A sack race. Forays into the sea. In various
states of dress.
And on the Festive morning after, I looked like this.
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