By dinner time, I was willing to concede that the tables on the brightly lit beach did have a charm all their own. Still, not being one to enjoy life in crowded places, I kept wishing there was more to Boracay than what I had seen so far. That wish would be granted the following day when we went island hopping.
White Beach is nothing compared to the solitude and pristine beauty of Puca Island and Crystal Cove.

I’m back. Two nights in 




























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