Maybe I have been too spoiled with immaculate beaches that White Beach in Puerto Galera falls short to amuse me. It is uninspiring. To put it benignly.
The beach is not white enough and the coast is not long enough. Ultimately, the vibe killed it.
Puerto Galera is a rich man’s wife who just got dumped because she did cocaine. Think of it as a bankrupt Boracay or a slightly commercial Malapascua.
The water is beautiful though. Good for swimming. Plus it is more affordable here compared to Sabang Bay, the scuba diving side of the island.
My enthusiasm is definitely lethargic, if not comatose.
But certainly nothing that good food cannot fix.
At one end of the cove is a lovely Italian bistro. Great ambience. More important, the pizza is heavenly. So massive it requires its own satellite.
Then, on the opposite end of the beach is a Danish restaurant with schnitzel the size of the moon.
Must chew thoroughly lest it explodes in my tummy as the world’s first internal asteroid.
Wow. Now I forgot what I have to complain about.