A Rejuvenating Escapade

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Our trip to Islos Bonitos was a relaxing experience. Hubby and I were able to unwind and rest our weary minds far, far away from the grinding heat , pressures and tension of rat race living in the metropolis. Oh, how it felt good to breathe fresh air, how soothing was the cool and musty sea breeze enveloping our jetlagged bods, how invigorating were the nutritious and sumptuous meals we all feasted on. Indeed, life on this side of the globe is a far cry from the topsy-turvy jungle of Manila. Its rustic charms and unrelenting beckons seem too hard to resist now.
And what of the chima-chima? The kids could not have enough of the food. Yummy treats for the gastro-adventurists abound. Grind, grind, grind. Our tummies never stopped chomping.



The kids frolicked in the pristine waters for two days and marvelled at colourful corals, sea urchins and starfish aboard Tito’s ever-reliable boat. At night, Kuya belted his trademark videoke pieces –“Don-don, Beat it, Complicated” while the band of furry cuties wagged their tails in approval.



Subjecting the prawns to unimaginable torture for the pleasure of ravenous, drooling seafood guzzlers (represented by this Naruto-clad little man)


The kiddos relished the sand, sea and air, never mind if Kuya caught the flu when we returned to the city. He was down for a day, but rest he did and recuperated fast.

One for the books--my first time to have a full body massage. Documentation is a must. (I slept like a new-born babe afterwards).

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