Our Story Begins
Somewhere outside of the Philippines, in an area most people would look by, lies yet another Island.
Our story begins in 1993 when a bunch of hippies (that's right, hippies) decides that their everyday life isn't enough anymore. So they decide to move somewhere far, far away where they can live in harmony with nature... and go surfing. In the summer of 1994 they all take the cheapest flight down to Manila (capital City of the Philippines), buys a boat (don't ask me how they afforded it) and goes out to find an Island to settle down. The hippies built two small colonies of houses, one by their favorite surfing spot, and one by their favorite snorkeling spot.
Two months later, the hippies stole a small car and built a road between the two colonies upon which they were all arrested for. One of the hippies were seriously harmed during their stay in prison, this attracted the eyes of the media and caught the attention of a nearby (I guess everything is relative though) hotel a few Islands away who began doing overday cruises to the Island. The cruise was very popular with the guests and the hotel owners then started to think about building another resort over at the Island.
An areal of the Island:
One of the hippie colonies:
The other one of the colonies:
I'll be happy to receive comments, but keep in mind that this is my first try at a city journal, so don't be too harsh.