For our last day in Boracay, we woke up so early to visit the most photographed spot, Willy’s Rock. I coerced my hubby and our kids to visit this early morning as it is at its best for a memorable photo shoot. We will never leave Boracay without a picture with the famous iconic symbol of the island.
We were eager to go while the rest of our buddies were still sleepy, so tired of last day’s activity, hahaha!
It was a cool morning as we walked outside St. Vincent’s Cottages. We had a limited time (our flight going back to Manila is 3:30 pm) so we opted to ride a tricycle (P60) going to the northern end of Station 1. It was a refreshing ride seeing the non-beach life of Boracay.
Willy’s Rock looks like an islet from afar. When we reached the iconic spot the tide had receded. We were more impressed by the sand which was softer and creamier than that of the main beach area. It was so nice to walk barefooted. The morning breeze was wonderful and so was the stillness of the water.
Few people were roaming in the area and didn’t stay long. Good for us, we had the place all by ourselves. Truly, early morning is the best time to visit Willy’s Rock. We had our pictures with no intervening people around.
Just a few meters away was the Willy’s Beach Club Hotel (owned by Wilfredo Gelito and his wife Rebecca). The couple behind the Willy’s Rock. The Mediterranean-style villas were somewhat impressive. Lounge chairs were in a single line at the beachfront.
We rode again on a tricycle going back to the hotel (ten minutes travel time). It’s when we saw D’Mall, the most popular mall on the island, and two banks with ATM machines, Metrobank and BPI.
After our breakfast, we headed to the beach to swim. We were surprised when we saw a sandcastle. Julius, our boatman in our island hopping yesterday told us that this was already prohibited as there was an ordinance regulating sandcastle making in the beach area. “Fee involvement” was one of the reasons why it was disappearing in Boracay.
We felt very sorry when we saw the sandcastle maker sitting in the sand. His legs were both short (a case of polio, maybe). He volunteered to take photos but he wasn’t asking for a fee.
At 8:00 am, someone shouted, “the inspector is coming!” The handicapped guy hurriedly destroyed the beautiful sandcastle he made. It was so pathetic seeing people like him in the beach paradise of Boracay. Whatever his purpose was, we voluntarily gave him money as gratitude for his humble service.
We spent the last two hours in a swimming activity with the whole gang. Shen didn’t want to get out of the water. Baby Rion enjoyed soaking her feet. We still wanted to swim for more, but we have to pack up.
Never mind the commercialized area of Boracay, the establishments that sprouted like mushrooms, the pulsating nightlife, and the “crowd”. You have what it takes to enjoy Boracay’s pride, the sugar-fine white sand, and the crystal clear waters.
Truly, it was amazing spending time in what has been rated, ” one of the best beaches in the world.”
We’re aiming to go back. Till next time Bora!