The Last Galera

I spent some "me" time on my fourth night in the island this Holy Week and for those people who know me, walking away from the pounding sounds of a bar fueled by the sweet sweat of topless, skin on skin, grinding bodies of hot and wild boylets is next to impossible. But I figured, this is my last night on the island and the only chance for me to tone down the music inside me and assess my current situation... This is me in emoterang froglet mode!

Anyway, after 5 pitchers of the drink-of-choice (or should I say the COCKtail-of-choice, LOL), Mindoro Sling and over 3 hours of non-stop dancing, I left my friends with those beautiful men with great difficulty.

I walked far beyond Miko's Bar, the hottest bar in the island, and the beating "thumpa thumpa" that made Galera gay central every Holy Week. Within minutes, I find myself walking alone under the sanctuary of the bright Black Saturday moon. I claimed a soft spot and sat facing the dark, unphatomable sea burying my feet with more of the white sand and thought things over.

It's amazing that all you have to do in Galera to find a peaceful and calm place on the beach is just to walk a few meters away from the wild and loud bars.

I am no stranger to Puerto Galera.

I’ve been going here with my friends every year with the exception of 2008 Holy Week when I was hospitalized… a tradition that started 9 years ago.   

And every year, I always had the chance to party every day, get drunk and gain new friends or hot "fubu's" in the process.

I admit. I’m no Adonis but I’m definitely no Quasimodo either. I had my fair share of guys trying to hit on me and they are no Notre Dame Bell ringer too. This year is no exception.

I guess I still have it. There are still a handful of guys in every shape and sizes, who finds me hot.

Yes! Humaba na naman ang buhok ko sa Puerto! Nasubukan ang katawang lupa ko ng bongang-bongang-bongangvilla!

I went over the events that happened to me and my friends for the last 4 days: the fun, the adventure, the booze, the temptation.

I admit. I played the game. And I can still play the game, maybe better than ever before.

I flirted and flirted real well.

I got hit on. Others even feel me up. I worked the dance floor. I grinded my sweaty, topless gym toned body with other hot men with their thing poking me from every side. Two guys decided to opt for the classic move and offered me a drink which I appreciatively accepted while others gave it to me straight up and went straight into the business. Believe me when I say the offers were very hard to refuse.

But those were refused nonetheless.

Thinking of it now, sitting on the beach (and still being hit on by guys) made me smile. I never went back to Manila empty handed and this is the first time I will and I’m happy (a Galera first for me). I didn’t get a head (and didn’t give one either) but my ego got the best blow job in the world!

This is one of the reasons why I went to the beach with my friends sans Mavie. I want to know for myself that I can do it.

I dialed his number. He immediately answered.

We talked with my cheap but very reliable "work" phone on my left hand while playing with the ring we bought before I left manila for the vacation on the other. I told him everything. We laughed as I shared my adventures and misadventures. He knows that I enjoyed the time I spent with my friends and I can tell that he knows I didn’t lose his trust.


He called 2 to 3 times every day I was away but tonight, after the last of the loud "thumpa thumpa" rhythm was drowned by the sea, all I can hear is the beat of my heart screaming his name. (ang Keso ko talaga!)

After we talked, I lay down on the beach just enjoying the sounds of the wave hitting the shore. I wish he was there, hugging me.

Soon, the dark heaven is broken by the dawn. Its scattered stars started hiding beneath the soft, fluffy morning clouds one by one... Easter sun is rising.

I picked myself up, dust myself off and walked back.

Now, I'm sure where I belong.

I'm coming home Mavie!