There’s something about white sand and strong waves crashing on the shore that evoke memories of my childhood. Perhaps because my earliest recollection of the beach was when I was 4, living in the US with my family (of course), vacationing then in Miami Beach. I played with the waves, trying not to get my feet wet by outrunning the waves crashing on shore. Fun but futile because I think I ended up wet anyway.
We arrived at Maira-ira point practically sundown and oblivious to how pristine the beach across the street from our resort was. We woke up to an overcast morning, greeted with strong amihan winds. Perfect for surfers, I thought.
Well, there you have it… it was the first time I saw kiteboarders in action. I learned about this sport from a friend J a few years back.
And what do you know? It was J surfing the waves on his kiteboard. It was fascinating to watch and I’m sure more than thrilling to be on board.
That’s not J! Tee hee! 😀
J’s been convincing me to try it… yeah, yeah! Perhaps someday… for now, I’m happy wading through the waves.
The Blue Lagoon, as it is aptly known, is nestled around hills on a crescent cove that can be truly private and hidden from the mainstream beach-combing crowd.
I like my beach that way.
From the road, partly hidden from trees and other vegetations, a sign pointing to some stairs leads to the beach.
Sand definitely not “Boracay” fine but I like it that the tiny white pebbles stay put in super strong winds. God knows best, doesn’t He?