Let the picture parade begin!
At the office, before everything began. It doesn't show in the photo, but we were all looking pretty dazed. Not one of us had a decent night's sleep because of last minute packing and just plain excitement.
On the bus to Batangas Pier. We were waiting for the eternally late boys to get to the terminal.
Kimmy waking up just in time for me to click the digicam, sparing himself from the horribly embarrassing fate that befell Mitch & Mommy.
At the Batangas Pier, waiting for the person who arranged our reservations for the boat ride to White Beach, Mang Pating.
Our Boss Lai & her lovey-dovey, Kuya Joey, on the boat sitting beside a hot guy.
Me & Kimmy barely hiding our excitement, 15 minutes 'til we get to White Beach.
Alighting the boat, looking all uninterested and bored, when in truth, we were all jumping and giddy inside.
The classic feet-in-a-circle shot. Guess which one is mine.
Kimmy, Boss Lai, Mitch, & I sampling Galera taho.
Saturday evening, dinner at a rooftop restaurant while the beach crowd was partying downstairs with Bamboo and other bands who performed for the Smart concert.
After dinner, we got our bottles of Arctic Vodka and Mudslide ready for a whole night of drinking and, hopefully, stumbling along some of each other's little sorry secrets.
Kimmy being all petite and ladylike while drinking his first shot of vodka for the night. It will not last for long...
... as compared to Paris, who tossed his shot of vodka like a pirate.
Boss Lai, not drunk enough, but Dared to dance the Pandanggo sa Ilaw just so she doesn't have to answer a Truth question.
Brevin's Dare -- to kiss JP on the cheek. It looks more like he's going to gobble up the poor guy tho.
Tired, tipsy, and up to our nipples in alcohol, but the night is young and there is still a beach filled with hot guys to dance with.
Sunday morning, walking on the shore, pestering boats and kicking sand at each other. Endless childish fun!
The entrance to the infamous caves. I've been told it was small...
... I didn't realize it was that small.
Here I am emerging from the cave. "Never again, never again, never again..." I chanted as I was crawling on the cave floor, scraping myself a number of times and bumping my head on sharp outcroppings of rocks on the wall. Never again will I submit myself to such a tiresome and pointless experience.
That, my dear friends, is a snake. Pulling myself out from the other end of the cave, dusting myself and making sure my limbs were still in the right places, I heard a group of people concentrated in one area nearby talking about three snakes slithering among the rocks. I pointed to the one approximately two feet beside me and said casually, "Ito ba yung isa sa mga ahas na pinag-uusapan nyo?" (Is this one of the snakes you guys were talking about?) A chorus of oh-my-gods and random exclamations of fear erupted before I realized that yes, there was a snake beside me and I should be hurrying on away from it.
Me, Boss Lai, & Kimmy getting our fat asses moving to the other side of the crags. "Never again, never again, never again..." I chanted.
After much blood spilt, we have finally reached the other end of the little island pocket. Suffice it to say, the effort was worth what we saw.
Enjoying our little corner of paradise. There's Mommy Dea sitting on the rocks, and from left to right there's Kimmy, me, Mitch, Boss Lai, & Paris.
JP living dangerously.
We went snorkeling Sunday afternoon. Funny how excited we got, but once we were let loose in the open sea, we couldn't let go of the boat.
Pong, clinging for dear life.
Paris, in true Muro'Ami-esque fashion, caught three blue starfish. We put them to good use by scaring Mitch out of her wits.
The Sunday sunset after our misadventures in snorkeling. I took this photo myself and I'm very proud of how it turned out, despite the rolling waves. :-)
Mommy Dea, feeling pensive and sentimental.
Another beautiful sunset photo, taken by Kuya Joey.
JP, Boss Lai, Kuya Joey, Pong, and Cool on the Banana Boat. Paris and I stayed behind, not feeling adventurous enough to brave the deep waters on our final day in Galera.
Pong and Cool managing to keep their balance on the first run of the Banana Boat. The others were left floundering somewhere behind.
Boss Lai trying to get back on the Banana Boat and miserably failing.
Me & Mommy Dea enjoying frozen margaritas while the rest of San Mig Lai takes their last dip Monday afternoon.
Kuya Joey, leaving the Galera mark on his hair. (Although he undid everything the following day. Hehe.)
On the boat ride home, tired and sleepy, but happy happy happy.
By Mommy Dea's hands, another meanwhile!
Back in the Batangas Pier, our hearts left afloat on Puerto Galera shores. We're going back soon!
