Walking out the front gate of our hotel.
On the boardwalk the local groms tell me its pumping. Everyday is pumping in their eyes.
At the end of the tower I am greeted with a dismal sight. Another waveless day in paradise.
The view looking across the lagoon back to land. Much more attractive than the lineup.
Next stop, Bones' Sports Pub. Its a sweet little bar on the beach.
Choosing which seat to sit in could save your life, around the tables are Palm Trees laden with coconuts that could drop at anytime and end your life prematurely.
Bones and his assistant Smiley keep guests hydrated.
Happy hour has 50 cent beers, Philippine Dreaming.
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