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Published: December 15th 2007
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Alona Beach Dinner
Here we are eating dinner on Alona Beach Alex and I got on the scooters and tried to ride them down the hill to the beach. It was his first time, so it was pretty interesting. he he. We both did the standard, walk the scooter with your feet on first gear- the telltale sign of a newbie. Some locals gestured to us to put up the kickstand (i forgot. ha ha) We met up with the others beside the Alona Kew, where the path to Alona Beach starts and where all scooters are parked. Melt and Agnes were off at one of the dive shops to compare prices and to look for goggles. He checked prices in another place and was surprised that they charged more than at the Bohol Beach Club.
My first impression at the start of our walk on Alona Beach was that it was better than Boracay. There was store after store, resort after resort, and restaurant after restaurant. They are more spaced out in Boracay. I soon found out why there were so close to one another. We reached the end of Alona Beach in about 8 minutes at a slow stroll.
As you walk down the path along Alona Beach,
Melt
Buying Souvenirs on Alona Beach it is the standard Filipino system of fresh fish and meat being displayed as you take in the aroma of cooking (mostly grilling). My Filipino-raised wife salivates when she sees all the fresh seafood, unlike us Americans who don't equate uncooked food as something appetizing. After eating some great seafood, I too began salivating at the sight of fresh seafood. 😊 We began our Bohol Honeymoon the week of March 19, and I don't know if that is off-peak, but there were few restaurants or bars half-filled. My wife likes being away from people, but as a New Yorker, we kinda enjoy being in the company of strangers. After reaching the end of Alona Beach, which is the start of the Alona Palm (u can tell, because it looks like a 5 star area with the landscaping), we headed back to a restaurant that looked favorable. We chose a table for eight right on the sand under a canopy. I can't remember what we ate, but I remember the calamaris being some of the best, and we enjoyed the ambience and food. How bad can dinner be a few feet way from the warm, tropical ocean? If you enjoy people-watching,
Ling
Christy and me two days after tying the knot. Boy, I look tired this is not the place for it. I think there were only 2 other couples eating in the restaurant.
When I used the restroom, I discovered that we were eating at a restaurant that was part of a resort. I can't remember the name of it, but I was glad we chose BBC. It was a lower budget place where you have to hold your breath and be careful of what you touched in the restroom. Yuck.
I almost forgot. Before we got the scooters we were approached by a man offering van transportation. He seemed a little drunk so we brushed him off and said we needed one, but after dinner. When we were done eating and on our way back to the street, guess who we saw accompanied with a van driver? It was the drunk "look-out". Sure enough, the van driver was professional and we hired him for the return trip. Business is so slow, and since every customer counts, the "look-out" and driver searched for us. I swear I thought he would have brushed us off, like how we tried to brush him off.
Michelle and Christy were against Alex and I riding the scooters at night, but how else would we bring them to the resort? I've been riding since I was 15, but I think it was Alex's first time. We instructed the driver to take it easy, because we would be following him. We started off and it was one of the best rides I've ever had. Alex was behind the van, while I trailed him. The moment we hit the main road, the van took off like a race driver (or so it seemed). I was laughing hysterically thinking, "Alex is now taking an advanced crash course in scooter night driving." There were points when it got eerily dark, because the van was so far ahead. There are no street lights, nothing. When you're cruising, everything is okay, but at our speeds, your eyes were practically closed from the wind (yes, we had no helmets). I knew to keep my eyes almost shut to prevent bugs and dust hitting them. The mind starts playing tricks in the dark and I was wondering if we would see some Filipino monsters, like aswangs. I was also wondering what would happen if the omnipresent dog, goat, or chicken would cross our path. My intention was to drive alongside my brother, like the old cop show, CHIPS, but there was no way we could at that speed. The 15 minute drive seemed like a half hour, since I was a little anxious for my brother, but we got there safely. We laughed with everyone at his baptism by fire. The driver had no idea that we could barely keep up. It was definitely the fastest I've ever dared go on a bike. Ever.
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