My final destination was Boracay, and naturally, it wouldn’t be a proper beach vacation without some Cuban cigars (sorry mi Americanos). If you want to save some cash, and improve the selection, make a stop at the duty free in Incheon. The alcohol and tobacco shop (which is just passed the Louis Vuitton) after immigration didn’t have anything special, but if your gate is 100+, there is another alcohol and tobacco shop after the shuttle train. This shop had a much better selection, so I picked up a 5 pack of Romeo y Julieta’s number 2s for $53. After some bad airport Starbucks and Jamba Juice, we hopped on the plane for the 4 hour flight to Manilla.
The final flight from Manilla to Kalibo was a quick hour-long jaunt. Any sleeping plans were thrown out the window when we were sat beside little Michael. A nice 6 years old Chinese boy who was born in Canada and had impeccable English to go along with his love of telling everyone all the facts he knew about everything. “Do you know about natural resources?” was quickly followed by “What’s your favourite dinosaur?” He was all over the place, but entertaining as hell. After teaching him how to thumb war, we all became good friends. After we landed, we got a hug goodbye and he was positive we’d see each other again at the beach. Unfortunately, we never did.
Once we got to our hotel, we dropped our bags, checked out our beauty balcony, then went straight to the closest place to get some food and some drinks. Our first meal was pizza and beer, a simple classic. The night was pretty low-key. We walked along the beach, but weren’t overly impressed with the social scene. There was a lot of slower, older music and not the enthusiastic youths we were hoping to run into. We decided to just grab some San Mig Lights (100 calorie, 5% beer that tasted half decent) and head up to the balcony to enjoy the Cubans, some of our own music, and the Lunar New Year fireworks.