|So I catch a quick tricycle ride to the ferry to Boracay.
It costs all of $.25.
It looks like having no money is going to work out ok.
|The sky opens up and the Typhoon begins again minutes after arriving in Boracay and I get drenched.
|My scooter/taxi boy stops to let me wait out the rain in a restaurant.
After tucking my phone in a waterproof pouch,
we head back out into the suddenly flooding streets and torrential rains.
|The next morning there he is.
I give me $11 and say, "Here is what I have to spend."
He says ok and we are off.
|Our first stop is a "remote" and undeveloped beach.
It's stunning, but the waves are treacherous.
They make no sense as the winds create new currents.
It's terrifying to be out in these waves and I quickly realize, not safe.
|However, even with the insane wind. It feels like paradise.
|For the first time in two years I get to go to a beach in a swimsuit instead of shorts and t-shirt.
It feels weird, but I'm committed to enjoying the freedom.
|After, we head to the highest point and I get to see all sides of the island.
I see there is an area that looks calm.
I ask if we can go there to play in the ocean.
|Sure enough, there is a protected area on the far side of the island where the winds don't go.
Children, on vacation during the Typhoon warning,
are having boat races.
|We bond over their boat building savvy.
|We returned home in the early afternoon after seeing all the island had to offer.
I had paid $2 an hour for my guide and transportation.
|After waking up I decided it was time to move on.
Boracay is lovely, but not for me.
|So I say goodbye to my little slice of almost-paradise
and head out for the next part of my adventure.
On the ferry back the rough waters leave me repeatedly drenched.
It's a good start to the new adventure.