Firedancer at Boracay Tropics. The first night we were on the island, Boracay Tropics, our hotel, hosted a mini party for its guests. It was pouring rain and they wanted to show us what evenings were like on the beachfront. So there were little ihawans with grilled seafood and meats (choriburger! It only ever tastes good in Boracay! Why is that?), and little kiosks selling souvenir items, as well as the ubiquitous braiding, henna tattoo, and glitter tattoo services. This dancer (forgot his name!) is said to be the best and most famous firedancer in Bora. But I was told that he doesn’t participate government-sponsored events on the island? Why? He’s gay and the mayor thinks it won’t be good for Boracay tourism! How crazy, right?
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