Ariel’s Point promised to be a great adventure and at 1600 pesos ($40) it was a steal that included a private boat ride (with unlimited drinks) to a hidden cliff jumping cove.
A handful of Moa & Jonas’ European friends joined us at our hostel that rainy morning. I was the only American among a handful of Swedes, Irish, Portuguese and an Italian. We embraced the multiculturalism as the rum began flowing on our rainy sea voyage!
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Slowly Boracay slid past the horizon as we crept closer to the jungle island. The sea spray mixed with now intermittent rain forced us to huddle under the dilapidated tarp and warm up with some more spiced rum. After an hour at sea we spotted glowing white steps creeping out of the lush fauna to welcome us to Ariel’s Point!
Even though the clouds had finally relented their downpour disembarking was slippery business as we walked the plank into the jungle overlooking the sea. We sat down at tables with bamboo awnings in this little speck of paradise before being told the bar was open. We grabbed a round of beers before our first few jumps.
I started on the 10 meter board before graduating to the 12 m. Beneath me there were some painted white launch points lacking a board at 3m and 5m. I snapped away as my new Swedish pals Moa, Jonas, Daniel and Rasmus flew off the boards.
After they all braved the 15m and issued a “Come on American. Bro up!” I felt obliged to take the leap. The hardest part was standing on the board and looking down. 15 meters is roughly 50 feet and the slick board makes the walk even more intimidating. I leapt, opted for a straight pencil dive and held my breath as the wind rushed past before I submerged in the salty blue below.
What a rush! I was hooked and kept jumping before going back to my camera to capture a tourist with a fanaticism for flips.
Soon the dinner bell rang and we enjoyed a Filipino buffet with longanisa(Filipino sausages), bbq chicken, pork, potatoes, rice, noodles and a salad. The beer kept flowing and we realized there was only an hour left. A few decided to check out the included snorkeling and kayaking while I opted for another round of jumps.
The ride home was even more enjoyable as the rain finally relented. We still got covered in sea spray and the sun peaked its head out just in time for it to set. After some shenanigans on the boat and checking out the bow we found ourselves back on the beach; met up with some new Finish friend at “Obama’s Grill” and made plans to enjoy the vivid nightlife that Boracay offered.
Are you looking for less of a party? Try exploring Panay Island instead of Boracay!