The island province of Guimaras hides many secrets. One such is Narai Cove, where we just spent a lovely weekend. And yes, don’t bother checking its website. There is none. The few who brave the 90 minute boat ride are adequately rewarded. It’s a feast. For the eyes. The belly. And the spirit.
My friends were here just a couple of months earlier. I understand now why they’re back. A slice of heaven lies here where a bamboo raft meets our boat a few meters off the white sands serving as a huge welcome mat of Narai Cove. Our group is an interesting mix of seniors and young adults. Yet we chorus in agreement over this island’s relaxing vibe. Tranquility and Gastronomy — and yes, with capitals T and G.
City folks that we are, we are completely charmed by this place. No power. No private rooms. Sleeping quarters, glam-camping style. Plus the luxury of lying on local mats called banig by the shore to watch the nightsky and checking off Little Dipper, Big Dipper, etc. Ann & Agnes, along with brother & cousin Mario and Joel make sure no one goes hungry. The well-trained staff seem to read your mind. A pillow for the guest lying on a hammock. A towel after a swim. Calamares to pair with the aperitif around sundown. This is ze life!
Narai leaves many happy memories. But be warned. Be sure you hydrate yourself with your fav spirits. Magnificent sunsets trigger the drinking mood. The smell of fresh seafood grilling in the bbq pit makes you drool for a dinner that never fails to satiate. Spirits rise as spirits are imbibed. But be warned . Make sure you don’t run out of those spirits 😜