You are here
Home > batangas > Pico Sands Hotel, Hamilo Coast: Dress Shoes And Sky-High Wedges

Pico Sands Hotel, Hamilo Coast: Dress Shoes And Sky-High Wedges

Two days into 2015, I found myself sharing pre-wedding jitters with a family I just met that day.

“Favor, can you please tell the entourage to come to the lobby now?”

I couldn’t remember who she was but I took directive like it was a task that could save the world from climate change. I stomped Pico Sands Hotel’s hallway in my six-inch wedge sandals, with the purpose of a cadet carrying out a duty. I banged knocked on the door of what I believed was their room. The jabber inside was of hysteria.

hamilo9
Pico Sands Hotel’s lobby.

“Yes?”, she was panting.

“Entourage needed in the lobby.”, I peered over whoever-that-was’ shoulder.

“They’ve left.”

“Oh.”

Aaand my only role for the day was accomplished.

hamilo2
Lagoon view from our Premier Room’s balcony.

I made my way back to our room with my gaze fixed on my shoes. I randomly thought, “How the heck do I walk on sand with these?”. In our own chaos of a space, the boys were fussing about cutting stitches to release a suit’s vent. I tousled my locks in front of the mirror while I mindlessly listened to them. It had been a long day, and it was just around three in the arvo.

hamilo3
Premier Room has two queen-sized beds that can fit up to four adults or two adults and two children

I started that weekend rousing at five in the morn, awoken by a phone call from fashion designer Santi Obcena which made me jolt up. Santi Obcena. He said they’re on their way. “Whose house is this?”, I was disoriented. For a few seconds I sat still. When I came to, I recalled. I was asked by Ron of fliptravels.com to be his date/photographer/slave at his sister’s wedding and I spent the night at his because of the ungodly-hour start that day. We were picked up at six and just a couple of hours later (thanks to CAVITEX), our van pulled up at the driveway of Pico Sands Hotel in Nasugbu, Batangas.

hamilo4
A trace of the holidays.

Now I won’t lie. The mention of Hamilo Coast on Ron’s invite weeks prior made me save the date on the spot. A beach wedding reception to kickstart the year. I didn’t want anything less. When I met Ron’s family in the hotel, I totally forgot about my scheme of dodging their congregation to have a me getaway. I loved their company. And I realized how far my friendship with Ron has developed — from online acquaintances to confidants to wedding plus-ones. It’s rather uhm, disconcerting but equally amazing too. And it was an honor to be the date of the bride’s Man Of Honor (okay, that sounds like a low budget movie about the Vietnam War, or something).

hamilo5
Because of its exclusivity, the beach doesn’t get too crowded.

It was a race against time from then on. A hurried brunch, a quickie stroll on the beach (which is a 5-minute free shuttle ride from the hotel), and cram-prepping for the event. For the first time since we met as backpackers, Ron and I were going out together in dress shoes and sky-high wedges. Gone were our usual homeless and hobo-inspired backpacking ensembles that mostly define our character: An affront to the senses.

hamilo6
St. Therese of the Child Jesus Chapel.

A coaster provided by the hotel transported us to St. Therese of the Child Jesus Chapel. A splendid, small glass chapel on a cliff. The sun was aburst with amber glow when the wedding concluded. As the guests spilled out onto the steps, I strayed towards the balcony that overlooks the coast and watched the bride’s silhouette elegantly move from one pose to another. She was a vision of sheer beauty. I smiled and recollected how inelegant I was at my own wedding.

hamilo7
Sunset wedding.

What I fretted about earlier that day, materialized in the evening when I teetered on sand in my heels at the reception. The venue was right on the beach and I looked like a newborn calf wobbling to and fro the buffet spread. Ironically, I walked better after the consumption of alcohol. Or perhaps I got too tipsy to care.

hamilo8
The morning after at the pool complex. Finally snuck some me time.

I had a good laugh at myself. I had a ball. Despite the lack of sleep. Despite being the stranger in an intimate affair. Despite the cumbersome shoes I was too proud to take off (because I was seated beside a Project Runway Philippines finalist).

hamilo10
A asisthasana for the dawn of 2015.

Wouldn’t want to start the year any other way.

Gay Mitra
When not backpacking, she teaches her daughter sight words and belly dancing (even if she's not good at it). She's currently eating her way around some hippie town in Australia. She loves talking about herself in the third person.

One thought on “Pico Sands Hotel, Hamilo Coast: Dress Shoes And Sky-High Wedges

Leave a Reply

Top