Today is the last day in Siargao. Time flies. I take a ferry tomorrow am to nearby Surigao. From there, a flight and overnight to Hong Kong, then to Bali the next day. I leave here a poorer man in some ways (1 pair board shorts, stolen off porch; 1 HD surf cam, destroyed by water damage due to user stupidity) but way richer on the whole.
I'm gong to miss my treehouse bungalow. if you ever make it to Patrick's, I would request it. So sweet. Perched right over the water, at high tide you can hear the waves lapping underneath the floor boards.
And this sunrise was shot from the porch this morning. Not a bad way to wake up and get psyched for bacon.
It's been quiet the last few days. After badly spraining my foot on a bungled take off, I've been icing, resting, playing uke and working on ClassMonkeys. The foot should be back in action for Bali.
The consolation was I had my best session of the trip (or ever) when I got injured, and the surf has faded since then. Fast, fun overhead sets. Just Ryan and I, joined by a few locals during part of the session. We caught the last sets as the sun went down. The water looked like someone took all those cool, weird colors in the giant Crayola boxes and melted onto the ocean surface. We hardly said a word on the boat ride back. Ryan eventually said something like "This is one of those sessions you always remember." Yu
p.I never did get to surf Cloud 9 but after watching the scene there don't regret that one bit. Crowd 9 indeed.
Time to go jump on a boat, try some snorkelling. Maybe a little stand up paddling though that might mean I have to get all Karate Kid on the one leg. We'll see.
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