Marinduque, the conclusion.

Got back from a trip to Marinduque, 1/4 of which is owned by my filthy rich friend's family. They even got streets named to them, mausoleums and Lechon givaways, now how do you like the sound of that?

Anyway, we did not go around too much and just basically stayed on their beach front property which is cool since you don't get to see houses made of bamboo and wood nowadays. The beach is good, not much to see except the big ass crevasse a few meters from the wooden dock where we practically stayed the whole day. It is just like a big dark deep creepy crevasse from the movies where you don't even know what the hell you would find there. After staying a few minutes there, we went back in fear that would be digested by the current.

We built bonfires, drank booze, played parlor friggin' games, played patintero etc. etc. It was all cool.

And yet again, I am fried. No sunburns this time since I guess my skin is too tired to have sunburns since I am always kidnapped by my sea loving tropa. You see, if my skin can talk, it would be saying: "Tae, bahala ka sa buhay mo, di na ako magsusunburn. Nognog!"

Lols. Anyway, pictures are on friendster and multiply.