Monkey Island (Part II)

Most of us live in Boracay for many years already. We saw the changes and  maybe we don’t like the development. People like us try always to escape mass tourism. Finally arrived on the beach, we just can imagine how Boracay must have been alike twenty or so, years ago. Not many tourists back then. No tourists now here! Only us. Well, a couple of eco tourists were here as well. They stayed in a little, neat resort in the back. Apart from that, its only us and the locals who live here. Sadley we got to know, that the Chinese have already bought a big part of that piece of quiet nature. So, this is perhaps the last time we’ll experience this beach this quiet and this untouched!

Money Point Trip 1_Donna_Beach
Just beachless!



Monkey Point Trip 2018_On the rock
Cliff jumping
Monkey Point Trip 2018_Waterview_Rock
Crystal clear


Monkey Point Trip 2018_Water_Jungle


Monkey Point Trip 2018_Rocky_Next Beach
Wild around the edge

The warm evening light reminds us – the boat is waiting. For me, a day imagining Robinson Crusoe comes to an end, one beautifull day off the beaten track!







The Old Man and the Sandcastle


Once, there was an old man. He came in the morning with his shovel, a bucket,  a hand brush and a carving scraper. He would pile up a huge heap of sand, would pur water over it and then start with his daily work – carving a majestic castle out of the heap. It would take him until the late afternoon, but he took his time. There was no reason to rush nor anything else for him to do. When it was finished in the late afternoon, the tourists would take pics and leave a tip. And when the sun set, he would even put little candles in the windows of his building. That was probably how the old man made his living, or his contribution to his family income. This was what he did, day after day, year in, year out!


Later younger sand carvers would copy his casle and soon one could see many castles on the beach. All the same, more or less. Nobody came up with the idea of doing something different for a change.


One day the old man did not appear anymore. His leagacy was obviously over. For a while his heirs went on carving the old mans casle out of the sand. But one day somebody got an idea. Why investing so much time in such a big short-lived structure. Why not reduce it to just the name and the date.

And so it came. Everyday, at every turn, you see the very same motive, multiple times. In terms of effectiveness it was not a bad idea. In terms of ambition or artistic taste of course, it is a setback!

But, what can you expect anyway in such a world?


The Offerings of Nature

Sometimes I wonder, how crazy this world is. Living in a touristic place – an island, with  wide, long sandy beaches, lovely warm seas, turquoise shallow waters and magnificent sunsets, most people seem not at all enjoy, what I am enjoying – the offerings of nature!

That might be a reason why those tourists are not disturbed much by overdevelopment in every single part, of a more and more aggressive tourist industry. The awe of a sunset is reduced to a video clip they made from the actual sunset. It looks like there is no devotion, no meditation or pureness in their sensation.

It seems though, they enjoy what they are doing. And even if this kind of joy may be very shallow – it is a kind of joy!

It seems, many of them have no sense for nature anymore. Nature is reduced to a frozen picture or a video clip, they can send via WhatsApp back home. With affectation of awe, they possibly describe to their relatives and friends how awesome that sunset was they have eye witnessed, when in truth, they just took a video of it. That’s their virtual reality!

Station 3. Paraws spread out over several 100 meters occupying the beach-front.
Where is the sunset? Sailingboats station 3.
Sailingboats Station 1

Today it is ‘All Saints’ Day’. Today the water sports businesses are suspended. Today one could walk or jog, the entire stretch of the beach, which one can usually not (at least not in the afternoon), because of the ‘hundred’s’ of sailing boats (serving thousands of tourists) ‘parking’ right on the beach, waiting for customers.

Watersport business on All Saints Day suspended.

Today the horizon was open, not covered by the same sailing boats, whose vast number, makes it sometimes difficult to catch a free view of the sunset and horizon.


Today however the sun set behind a mystic blue-grey wall, which was quiet magnificent. Nature, in all its facets and appearances, is only comprehensible if captured with the naked eye, and seen with a true heart!