I’m about to get real nostalgic here.
Rarely does one bottle lightning in the way that we did in Malapascua. I say “we” because there were so many great people involved in the making of this magnificent week.
Get ready for a run-on sentence.
I know I’ve already raved about the Philippines as a whole, but on this tiny island I found the flawless combination of an idyllic, dirt road, no car, white sand beach-filled diving paradise, and a hilarious group of friends partaking in daily hangouts of local back-room karaoke, sushi and pizza dinners, community disco parties, cliff-jumping, snorkeling, and rounds of triple rum and cokes. It made for an incredible week. Add to that liters of Red Horse beer and the kindest, most hospitable Filipino hostel owner ever, and we created the perfect travel storm.