Sandy feet, the sound of waves, jump in the water when it’s hot, then dry off in the sun.

Beaches, booze, ooze, girls and ghouls.

The paradise island Boracay is being invaded by waves of foreign monsters, eroding the natural beauty until nothing is left but the facade of human spectacle. Boracay is where tourists show up for the week expecting to relax, get sucked into the night life, stay up all night, and end up leaving the island more exhausted than when they came. It’s where death goes to have fun, and people turn him down.

The extremes come out into the open, like day to night. It is a resort where people save up money to spend their vacation, it is also an island where some of the locals don’t have enough money to get off the island. There are only more tourists to come.

Here’s a New York Times article that goes into Boracay a little more in depth: http://www.nytimes.com/2010/07/11/travel/11Next.html

Music is “Traffickers” by The Reflecting Skin.