For the love of surf (and Kinna Kwan), Calicoan Island happened last October. It was five days of surfing lifestyling because charging on those double to triple overhead waves would be utter madness. But instead of me telling you how much Andok's chicken we consumed, or how we used up our lifetime's quota of hitchhiking, let me tell you...
...that for five days, the trees served as our walls, and the sky, our roof...
...that the waves were not dubbed as Mall of Asia for nothing...
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| Marven Abat of La Union |
...that the size of the sets was matched only by the courage and passion of these wave warriors...
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| Jeff Dela Torre of La Union via Baler (go figure it out) |
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| Peter Paul Alipayo of Siargao |
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| Jay-R Esquivel of La Union |
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| Lorraine Lapus of Manila |
...that for the love of surfing, we were willing to take whatever the sea gave us, even if it means surfing (read: catching whitewater) on a very strong current (read: paddling out in Calicoan Villa, getting a few waves, paddling in at Surf Camp, walking to Calicoan Villa and doing it all over again)...
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| Cristina Suyat of La Union |
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| Lea Ducusin of La Union |
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Jean De Rama
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...that sometimes, waves will literally give you a wake-up call, leaving you wet, semi-laughing and semi-cursing at 3 in the morning...
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| One of the casualties that night, my slippers. |
...that if you want to get away from the scene, you don't have to look very far...
...and that mindless wandering will actually take you somewhere, somewhere beautiful if you're lucky crazy enough...
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| Credits to Mike Del Rosario |
...and that the joy of being surrounded with good friends is not overrated at all.
'Til the next Odyssey!
Calicoan Dreaming,
Miccah
