Was in Bohol last week.

I hate my skin.

I'm easily midway between skin type 1 and 2, which translates to always burns, never tans. Its sad because I LOVE the beach and feeling the sun on my skin, but I also know there'd be hell to pay the next day should I overindulge myself. Went snorkeling for a couple of minutes and it cost me few hours of wheals and rashes on my face and back afterwards.

Easily, my predicament is easily mistaken for vanity. Especially when I'm applying my third layer of sunblock. I don't think not wanting to burn your self to a crisp would fall under vanity, no?

Anyway, had great deal of fun. Highlight of our trip was the boat trip back to the main island after a full day of island hopping. High tide and all with our wee bit of a wooden boat crashing against waves bitchslapping it this way and that. It was fun for a full five minutes then it just became horrifying when we realized we're the only ones in the middle of the fricking ocean.

But all the screaming was great catharsis. What with us being cloistered inside the OPD for most of the year.

Sun and near-death did us a real bunch of good, I believe.

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