El Nido Diaries: Sun, Sea and A little bit of Soul

Hi Hivers! here's a little Travel Blog on My El Nido Trip! I hope you enjoy my trip!

I’ve always believed that some of the best stories begin the moment you step out of your comfort zone — and mine started the day I boarded that plane to El Nido, Palawan.

Dressed in my simple black top and white shorts, I could feel the mix of excitement and nerves running through me. It wasn’t just another trip — it was something I had been waiting for, a little escape from the usual work routine and a chance to breathe in a different kind of air — one filled with salt, sea, and serenity. As I took my seat on the plane, I couldn’t help but smile. This was it — the beginning of my El Nido story. The sound of the engines, the soft chatter of fellow travelers, and that feeling of anticipation made everything feel surreal. I knew that the next few days would be full of discovery — not just of breathtaking islands and clear blue waters, but also of myself.

The moment I stepped onto the powdery white sand of El Nido, I felt an instant rush of happiness — the kind that makes you forget deadlines, alarms, and city noise. The sun was warm but gentle, the breeze was salty yet refreshing, and the sight of towering limestone cliffs made me feel both small and free at the same time.

There I was, standing with my arms wide open, facing the grand rock formations that seemed to guard the island like ancient giants. The crystal-clear water shimmered in the background, and for a moment, time stood still. It was the kind of beauty that doesn’t just please your eyes — it touches your soul. Every step on the sand reminded me that this trip wasn’t just about sightseeing. It was about recharging, rediscovering, and rewarding myself for all the hard work I’d done. El Nido wasn’t just a destination — it was a reminder that I deserve to pause, breathe, and live fully.

The moment our boat left the shore, I could already feel the magic in the air. The salty breeze, the sound of the waves gently hitting the wooden hull, and the sight of those majestic limestone cliffs standing tall against the bluest sky — it all felt surreal. I stood at the edge of the boat, barefoot, balancing on the white beam as the sea sparkled below me. I stretched out my arm toward the cliffs — a mix of excitement and disbelief washing over me. “Wow… I’m really here.” It’s one of those quiet, unplanned moments that stay with you forever.
El Nido reminded me that the best memories aren’t about fancy resorts or perfect itineraries. They’re about moments like this — salty hair, sun-kissed skin, and that deep sense of being alive.

After our lagoon adventure, the rest of the trip just flowed. Every day started slow — rice, eggs, and banana breakfasts, usually with a side of laughter. We’d sip iced coffee at Hayahay Café, watch the waves, and plan which beach or island we’d explore next.

When the sun went down, El Nido came alive. The beach turned into a glowing line of music and lights. We tried Amigos, TownSquare Heritage District, and even Club Pukka — dancing, laughing, and toasting to another day well spent.
The drinks flowed, the music got louder, and we just let loose. It wasn’t about being fancy — it was about being free. The kind of carefree night you remember not because of where you were, but because of who you were with.

Leaving was the hardest part. On our last morning, I took one final walk along the beach — no phone, no camera, just me and the sound of the waves. El Nido isn’t just a place; it’s a feeling — one that lingers long after you’ve gone home. It’s the memory of laughter echoing off cliffs, the warmth of the sun on your skin, and that quiet sense of peace that comes when you realize you’re exactly where you need to be.

If I could sum it up in one line: El Nido wasn’t just a trip — it was a reminder to live slower, laugh louder, and love life a little more.

PICTURES ARE EDITED BY : CANVA

Until next time!