Face It, Paradise Sucks


Face It, Paradise Sucks

Last year, I spent a week on Boracay Island, Philippines. The flour-soft sand underfoot, Jack Johnson vibe at the bars, and crystal water rhythmically crashing was as close to ”paradise” as I’ve gotten in quite some time. I hated it. The monotony of, well, nothing, propelled me into a sandcastle making contest with the bartender’s kid just so I could break the routine of, again, nothing.

It was paradise in a true sense of the word: palm trees, sand, sun, water, tequila. I was looking for entertainment within eight hours, and if it weren’t for the excess of blended mango margaritas, it would’ve happened in half that time. As the week progressed, I scheduled a few scuba diving sessions and caught the famed SE Asia travelers stomach bug to pass the time.  I told myself (and fiancée), that I may just not be cut out for “paradise.”

When I read The Sydney Morning Herald‘s article, “Paradise? It bores me to Tears,” I was instantly taken back to Boracay. In fact, the author may have just used my journal as research now that I think of it:

I just can’t stand doing the same thing over and over again. That’s why that first hour in front of the pool would be bliss, the second kind of interesting, the third OK (as long as I had a fresh cocktail) and by lunch I’d be ready to do something else. A whole two-week holiday doing that? Not my idea of a good time.

But what is paradise, really?

Paradise, of course, is a subjective notion. Everyone has their own version and it doesn’t have to include the traditional notion of a day spa and a Swedish massage. I, apparently, just need constant stimulation and some shade.

I won’t lie, I have awesome memories of Boracay and I’m glad I went — my ass-clenched sprint down the beach as a result of my stomach ailment will be emblazoned in my memory forever.

I think the keyword, in my case, is stimulation. Thinking back, I don’t have incredible memories of sitting in a lounger for an endless amount of time. Although relaxing, I can do that in my backyard, I don’t need to head to exotic lands for that. I need the unique ”stimulation” that traveling provides.

Don’t we all?

My paradise? Give me the narrow hutongs of Beijing, the “honking, screeching, bustling, smelly paradise” of Hanoi, even the cobbled lanes and fairytale countryside of Denmark. Those places offer a mystery, and experience, an opportunity for . . . anything. That’s the paradise I’d take any day of the week.

* Photo courtesy of TheExpeditioner Flickr Group and  Theodore Scott.



Published on June 02, 2010

  • http://intensedebate.com/profiles/ryukyumike ryukyumike

    Blame it all on the girl. Get another one. That'd be stimulatin' !

  • http://wayworded.blogspot.com/ Hal Amen

    Yup, I can't do the beach.

  • http://www.maitravelsite.com Federico

    Yup. One week- let alone 2 weeks- of doing nothing can be boring. But a day of that can be relaxing. If you have basic snorkeling gear( I alwas carry my mask if I know there's a chance I spend a day in paradise) you can usually be busy for hours. Throw in a few strolls along the beach and you're all set for at least 2 days or maybe 3…

    just my two cents

    Federico
    maitravelsite.com

  • http://www.boracayvillas.biz Hans

    I've been here in Boracay for almost three years now and I'm still not bored.

    • http://intensedebate.com/people/jonwick jonwick

      Definitely not a shot at Boracay… It's the general idea of what the masses think is 'paradise' that I could blow off. Three years! You must be an amazing scuba diver!

  • Jah

    I think you would have had a lot better time if you would of been in a different mind-set. Those type of vacations need to be supplemented with heavy doses of ganja in order to enjoy the 'boringness' of paradise?

  • http://www.sharingtravelexperiences.com Andy Hayes

    I'm the same – not a big fan of the lazing-around-for-a-week holiday. But don't mind a wee day or two :)

  • http://www.candicedoestheworld.com Candice

    I like those kinda vacations for short-term. I think it also depends on where you live…a week in hot Mexico is pure blissful escape from a hellish winter in Canada. But yeah, not really the "authentic" travel experience most people go for.

    I suppose it's what you make of it…I wrote about my resort vacation here: http://www.candicedoestheworld.com/2010/01/10-rea… Shameless self plug. Woooo.