When a friend of mine sent me an sms last October 2012 saying "Girls, let's try surfing in Siargao!" , I thought it was just one of those days when someone happened to think of something (usually a wishful thinking) out of the blue and just want to get the words out. Thinking out loud, so to speak. Like "I want to be an astronaut! " or "Let's fly to the moon!" or something much simple like "I want to eat halo-halo!" (and it's in the middle of the night). However, succeeding messages indicated that someone is indeed serious about something. Cebu Pacific's having a seat sale promo for January 2013 flights! It's just a little over Php 3,000.00, fare plus three days and two nights accommodation! M is in! So how can a person resist, right? I was going to say No, but I remembered saying No to every travel proposition they have ever made (Alcoy, Bantayan, Bohol, Baguio, Hongkong, and the list goes on).
|The road to surfing is paved with good intentions. It is also quite long.|
|The resort: Patrick's on the Beach. We haven't met Patrick though.|
|Sneaking in, eh?|
|The cottage I covet. Should have been our tree house.|
|The famous surfing spot. But we had to be contented with the area for beginners (or whispers: a.m.a.t.e.u.r.s). Nah, we can not even be considered as 'amateurs'. I think our break was called Jacking Horse?|
|There you go: My friend M, carrying the board like a pro.|
|Our surfing instructor.|
|This is how you do it girls: My friend J and I on the boards.*|
|J in action. Perfect form, eh?*|
|M in action. Like a pro.|
|C'est moi. Contended on being able to stand on the board. (Piece of advice: wear appropriate outfit.)|
|Can't remember why I was laughing so hard. I think I've gone mad.|
We ended up paying the instructor for an extra hour (Php 1,200.00). After taking shower, we decided to order food for dinner. And they gave us our welcome drinks: Home Made YoHoHo Mango. I had to say no to it since I don't drink anything remotely related to liquor.
Patrick’s on the Beach offers a wide selection of international and local delicacies. They serve delightful dishes from 15 different countries. We had fresh yogurt (with different fruits), burger, burrito, and chicken adobo. Mango shake was not available at the time, so we ordered banana shake instead which was not so bad.
|welcome drinks: Home Made YoHoHo Mango|
|Fresh Yogurt. Yum.|
Sleeping that night was not a problem at all. Exhaustion is a wonderful lullaby. By the way, I saw fireflies. They were magnificent.
The following day, Saturday, J and M decided to go surfing again sans instructor (and I became the documentarist), before our island hopping which was scheduled at noon.
|Against all odds. Second day, surfing sans instructor.|
|Wondering: what are those two ladies doing? Are they surfing...?|
|MEANWHILE on the shore, I was Clicking Away. Click 1. |
|Click 4. Careless and free. I long to be.|
It is called indiscriminate clicking.
|They are waiting for lunch.|
|Patrick's boat, I suppose. Through the ring.|
|Not so happy feet.|
|Moi. In contemplative mode. Or just hungry. (photo take by M)|
|Written in the sand.|
|Finally! LUNCH: burgers, chips and banana shake.|
|Naked Island. Signed, M.|
|I stand before you. Dako Island and its white sandy beach. (Photo taken by M)|
|Passing by Guyam Island. Nice trees!|
|Now this is SURFING.|
We agreed to have our dinner at Kalinaw Restaurant and Resort as someone told M that their pizza es muy delicioso. But before we head out to Kalinaw, we went strolling. Just strolling. To summon our hunger.
|Long and winding. But wonderful.|
|I walk alone.|
|Police station. Bluer than blue.|
|This way, please.|
|Be enthralled, it says.|
|Kalinaw. This is it.|
|And this. M clicks. We don't smile.|
|French bread avec quelque chose on top. Can't remember what this is called. We had to order something else first because they don't serve pizza before 7 p.m.|
|The star of the night: Royal Kalinaw (cooked in an Italian wood-fire oven) A medley of ham, mushrooms, mozzarella, topped with an egg.|
Royal Kalinaw is a medley of ham, mushrooms, mozzarella, topped with an egg. It matches well with their sauce which is basically olive oil and garlic. Notice it's a bit burnt. Perhaps our fault, we were too early. The temperature of the wood-fire oven was still so high. I guess they really have to wait for the oven to cool down a bit--to reach its ideal temperature. Oh well. It was still good. The egg added an interesting taste to the ensemble. I also liked their mango shake. It was like...well, mango. The bill amounted to almost Php 1,300.00. For three persons, not that bad (meaning it is a bit bad). Nah, I would have been perfectly happy if the pizza was cooked to perfection. So it goes.
Homeward bound the next day, Sunday. I am glad I said yes to Siargao. It is a nice place--clean, peaceful. The kind of serenity that is inherent in nature seems to transfer to you when you look across the sea or listen to its voice in the early morn. Yes, despite the roaring waves. I can understand why a lot of foreigners are enamored with the place. They are seduced by such simple yet beautiful lifestyle.
Oh, and the people are friendly and honest.
|So long Siargao horizon, so long.|
|Three Musketeers against the Light: M, moi and J.|