Isla Reta Resort: Life on a Crazy Saturday!

Last Saturday I went to the beach to accomplish #43 on my dream list.  What is that? I can't tell you, but yeah, it's a bit crazy for some people, but I did it! :)  Wooohoooo!

Although #43 doesn't exactly need a lot of practice and preparation,  I just needed to be in a certain emotional crazy state to be able to do that.  And I did it! Mind you, alcohol-free baby! :)

And no it's not in any way sexual if you guys might be assuming to be so. Puh-leaazz! @_@

Anyways they said that the road leading to your dreams is tough and bumpy, well I could say that it really was.  Up from the time that we got in the boat, I've been seesawed incessantly.  There happened to be a storm up north but wasn't really aware that it would affect us down here.  The land environment had rendered it unnoticeable.  Needless to say, it's a different story on water.

A lady seated right next to me happened to be a resident of the Island we were going to and she told us that she experienced crazy currents before.  Let's call her "the expert".  So while my friend and I were both starting to worry, she was just seating right at the corner, humming and getting bored with waiting.  Things just escalated when we reached the canal - the point where waves coming from different directions crash on each other, thereby making humongous waves, as explained by the expert, who was, by now, amused by everyone's reaction.  The expert said that there was a ship that had sank once in the sea that we were at.  And I jokingly told her, that I might throw her out of the boat, but of course I constructed that as politely and funny as I can.  But she got the message alright!  She ended up laughing at the idea though.  

By now the waves were huge.  It seemed to me that it rose up to 3-meters high.  Not really high if compared in the movies, but these waves were deadly high and has a mighty chance to swallow us whole, if we ever mistook on leaning much on one side of the boat.  By then, people were already grabbing their life vests under their seats.  We did too.  Even when the vests smelled like cockraches, we cared less.  We knew we needed these because we happened to be olympic swimmers (the opposite, of course!).  The young adults at the back were enjoying the ups and downs of the wave, even shouting "woooohooo".  But were hushed by the older ones seated mostly at the left side of the boat.  A number of them were reprimanding people to be silent and were asking everyone not to run around and stay still.  Wise indeed.  My friend and I couldn't help but get really anxious.  I was already thinking which bag or items to take with me if ever I'll jump off the boat, or how to maneuver myself to jump off the window nearest me.  And I thought, hmmm, this thing doesn't happened everyday. I needed to document this!  So I did. :)

 And thought, let's make ourselves look cool and wear our glasses!

And so we did!

I couldn't help but notice the poor young girl seated next to the window.  She was the one who got splashed on most of the time.  We asked her to just shut off the window so she wouldn't get wet anymore, but the adults told her to leave it open so that air could still come in.   I think they're thinking if strong winds would hit us, it wouldn't push our boat strongly to one side and would just swoosh right passed the windows on the other side.  I wasn't pretty convinced though.  But yeah, I just left it like so.  So I would see the girl get splashed on ever so often, and then I would laugh a sympathetic laugh in my head and when I turned my head around, I saw another girl covering her ears with both hands as if she was hearing something loud that we all couldn't hear.  I tried to peek at the side of my eyes to check whether she's still doing it, and yes she was... She was covering her ears, without wearing her life vest.  My gosh! She probably threw her common sense right off the boat already!  And there I was, giggling inside of me again.

 Funny how I would still think of things like these right at the brink of danger.  Thinking of it now, I guess I was just in denial of death.  You know, convincing myself that, nothing like that would happen and it would be alright at the end.  Well let's face it.  We were lucky enough to be able to survive the currents.  Playing tag with death was pretty something, but it was something that I wouldn't want to experience, ever again!

So right passed the canal, the waves had subsided a bit.  And then the captain turned on the music pretty loud, like disco loud.  The radio sang the tune of "Don't break my heart, my achy breaky heart.  Just don't break it understand!".   And it really helped ease out the tension.  See the power of music?  And then it went on to a Michael Jackson stint.  The boat didn't really stop swaying much, but it was so much better than it was when we were in the canal. 

So we finally arrived at the Isla Reta beach, ALIVE!

We were

 enjoying the fine sand...

our cold booze...

our walks along the beach...

midnight dips...

writing messages and putting 'em in the bottle..

good company...

Oh mahnn!

IT FEELS DAMN GOOD TO BE ALIVE!

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