I'm currently sitting at the top floor of PwC building, overlooking the grand city of Shanghai. The winter has been cold, grey and dreary, not unlike London really, except with a lot more honking on the streets. On the upside, I get to wear my shearlings and wools again, though no matter how many layers I put on the cold never fails to seep in. It's hard to think that just a few weeks ago I was on a bright sunny place called El Nido.
El Nido is beach town in the Philippines, the quieter cousin of Boracay situated on the Palawan island. The town itself is geared towards tourism, so there are plenty of inns, burger joints and decrepit massage parlours. I found it somewhat unfortunate that these establishments were built mere inches away from the waterline. There was hardly much of a beach to walk on. The treasures of El Nido were certainly not buried in the town itself, but as soon as one ventures beyond it, that's where the sun, sea and sky meet.
Across the bay of El Nido town lies a myriad of small islands with sandy white beaches, some uninhabited, others taken over by luxury resorts, as well as snorkeling spots. We rented a kayak and rowed for twenty minutes on the sea until we reached a nearby island. The coastline was short but the sand was white and the water gleamed. Most importantly, it was a secluded spot that allows one to switch off for a while. If one meets into an accident and dies here, his/her body might probably never be discovered. And that's the perfect kind of seclusion to me.
Sandals from Marni; swimsuit available here