Have you been to Palawan?
My answer would be a big yes and I would always flash a smile recounting the whole experience of flying there, enjoying the place, and getting back safe, tired but happy. It’s been more than three years.
So what’s with the question?
One of my best friends Pi (pronounced as “pie” like apple pie) sent me this link about Seair’s contest and it’s obvious that I’m writing because I want to win. I want to go back to Club Paradise with my wife. I want to go snorkeling and just relax on the sands of its lovely beach. I want to go back so we can have another honeymoon.
I want to go back so much that this contest just made me dig up on my past blog entries (see pictures below). I know that the prize of the contest isn’t the trip to Club Paradise.
But getting the tickets would get the job half done.
Three years ago, my then-girlfriend-now-the-wife was successful in convincing me that we go to Club Paradise. We’ve always dreamed of going to Palawan and though El Nido was the ultimate dream, we knew that our middle-class pockets wouldn’t be enough to cover the trip. Club Paradise lived up to its name and we’re more than convinced to return to this place.
The only way to reach Coron, Dimakya Island alias Club Paradise was to fly to Busuanga, Palawan and take a boat ride. There’s the usual gibe that flying with propeller jets are not safe and noisy. There may be some truth in it. But there a lot of things that could get you killed everyday. It’s all just a matter of time.
So let me share my views in riding a propeller jet. It’s like riding a tricycle. It’s noisy. You get to interact with the driver or in this case, you see the pilot out of the usual cockpit. You can just tap or tickle him. Or just do both. You see him avoid the harmful UV rays of the sun by placing a day-old tabloid on top of the windshield. There is no air conditioning and there are no flight attendants on board. You’re left in the company of your loved one and at least a dozen people with you.
In a twisted sense, at the corner of your head there is some small comfort that you’re with your loved one just in case something goes wrong with your flight.
Anyway, what made sense in my trip to Palawan was that the flight was worth it because Club Paradise was just perfect. My then-girlfriend and I had our first dinner by the beach. Lobster was served, there was champagne, the works.
It was our 46th month (that’s more than three years of being together). It was romantic and if I only had the money to buy a ring and propose that night, I would have. But the next best thing was realizing that I do want to end up getting married to her.
Now that we’re together, I want to take her back there and maybe bring two of my best friends along with us and hopefully a successful proposal might take place.
And tag along two other friends as comic relief if it doesn't work out.
