Two days of gluttony, drunkeness, orneriness and side-clutching laughter. It may have only been two days, but it felt like a week, what with all the food and alcohol supply we took with us. It almost seemed criminal that we left three lobsters, half a case of beer, several bottles of rum and a small basin of pinakbet in the kitchen. Only the thought of the forthcoming fiesta kept our consciences quiet with (accidental) altruism of providing for the caretaker’s ravenous clan.
On some serious note, btw, the beach house we stayed in is owned by the family of one of the company’s partners. Access to the house is through a guarded right-of-way lane owned by some political bigshot whose name slips my mind at the moment.
can you give me the contact number of the owner of caretaker of the resort coz my friends and i are planning to visit there. tnx
Sorry, the place we stayed in was a private beach house. But there are quite a few resorts which dot the bay. I’m sure you can ask around once you get there. They’re pretty friendly.