Anyway, I think it's about time I posted these photos. There were hundreds of pictures from five different cameras, but I only posted twenty four -- which are all from mine, except two. Click on the image below for the photo parade!
First stop, at the Petron Station in NLEX. From top-right, clockwise: Mommy Dea, Mitch, Paris, Kimmy, Isaac, Pare, Pare again, and Pong. I was taking the photo, and both JP and Boss Lai were with the other group in a separate ride.
After four grueling hours at the back of Pong's trooper crammed with our booze and Isaac's sleeping self, we finally arrived at La Luz.
We arrived earlier than the expected check-in time, but the people at the resort were kind enough to let us stay at the open coves until our rooms were ready. This is a photo of Isaac and Pong. I think that's JP in the background.
Even though the strong waves were relentless throughout our stay, the sun was kind enough to lend some of its light during a few chosen moments. This is a view of the beach during one of those moments.
Mommy Dea, having a Yin Yang moment.
After a hearty lunch buffet and an hour's rest in our rooms, we wasted no more time in greeting the wide expanse of water and -- ta~da! -- camwhoring! That's Paris in the background, if anyone's wondering.
Boss Pao, from team Paowerhouse, all fierce and at one with the water.
Subtle, Glamorous, and Playful.
View of the shore at dusk.
Pong, having a relaxing massage before dinner.
What's a team outing without a night of booze, dancing, and endless, naughty fun? "What happens in La Luz stays in La Luz!" so says one of our companions.
The morning after. The tide was low enough to display the rocks by the shore. More photo-ops!
Paris, Mitch, and JP, enjoying the spray of saltwater on their backs.
Paris and Mitch, against all odds.
Mommy Dea, Isaac, Paris, and Mitch, milking the scenery for all its worth.
Our Lady of the Rocks.
I was supposed to take a photo of the landscape, but Boss Pao sauntered in the view quite conveniently, and just in time for me to click on my camera.
More shots of the rolling waves.
Boss Lai, after being mercilessly pounded again and again by the rough waves.
Boss Pao versus Mother Nature.
San Mig Lai plus Boss Pao, wondering where the next trip will be.
San Mig Lai sans Boss Pao, trying to recover from the crash of a particularly large wave.
And last but not least, the shameless self-pic!
