Accommodation Boracay Hotel Review Wednesday, August 29, 2012Ryan Mach
"Oh, I'm just alone," I responded, mildly hurt with her question despite its innocence.
"But your room has two beds, sir," she argued, ogling at the piece of paper with my name on it, probably checking if she had the correct document.
"Where is my room located?" I said, diverting the topic with an air of apparent annoyance. The receptionist, a local girl in her early 20s, hardly missed the message her guest was trying to send across but she nonetheless maintained her composure.
She called her colleague and asked for assistance but nobody seemed to have heard her. The thickness of the bushes flourishing in great abundance inside the resort must have sucked out her call. Without any hint of irritation, she took on the job of accompanying her guest to the assigned room - a small villa made of sawali, nipa hut and wooden bamboo floor.