A busy day ahead today (touring the island in a rented car), so before I head out, I’m going to rush a photo dump showing what happened during our Wednesday on Siargao.
Kicked things off with the breakfast buffet.Then we hit the road for a surfing area called Cloud 9. Four kilometers to get there, then four to get back. Jeff and Davina joined in the fun.
The most interesting things I saw along the way were the signs. Here are some of my favorites:
That’s some fresh fish if it’s swimming on your plate!Good to know!Damn, I hope their construction work is better than their spelling. Not that I’m one to talk.Sounds like a good strategy. Zen means beer, right?After we paid the 100-peso-per-head fee to enter Cloud 9, Swan took care of some souvenir shopping. It’s called “The Dreamer,” but I’m not sure I want that in my head at night.
So, I don’t know if you’ve noticed in the earlier photos I posted, but there is something unique about the ocean here—the waves are a goodly distance offshore. Cloud 9 makes it easier for the surfers to get out to the waves.
Via this long pier.Say hi to Davina.Clean beaches are good to see for a change.The water is clear, too.Looking back from whence we came.Islands in the stream.These surfers were waiting for the small swells after the line of breakers.The real deal. Where I grew up (Huntington Beach, California), the waves were a lot bigger than these. Maybe it was just a low morning. Anyway, I didn’t use a board when I surfed (couldn’t afford one), so I used my body—still a lot of fun.Time to head back.Haven’t seen one of these VW vans in a long time. Back in the day, I had some fun in the back of one with my girlfriend Gail.What’s life without memories?We have a restaurant with this same name near us in Subic. I wonder if they are related?Hmm, maybe I’ll take Swan here on Sunday for her weekly birria fix.Damn, that must suck.We are definitely going to hit this place before we leave. House of Booze and Bitchin’ Food is a great combination!What kind of shat is that? The food must stink. Or maybe it’s just a crappy name.Thanks for that wisdom!A nice 8K stroll. Very little vehicle traffic to contend with, mostly just motor scooters.
Lunch at our hotel, then back to the room for a nap, blogging, and a shower. And sure enough, beer o’clock came rolling around. Time to head for the beach!
I gave Swan a spook as we left our yard.I’ve pretty much gotten acclimated to walking from my room to my hotel.This must be the place.Still a ways to go.Jeff and Davina are lounging by the pool.The beachfront.Chillin’ with a brew and taking in the view from the hotel bar area.
Martin and Joss moved to the hotel next door because they didn’t like their noisy room. We walked the beach and joined them there for another round of drinks.
The Alta Vista Bryce Street clan reunited again.As we sat enjoying the clouds over the ocean, the girls giggled at this one for some reason.And this one flipped me off.
Then it was time to eat, so we hoofed it into town. Jeff had seen a barbecue place, so we headed there.
We passed a burger joint named after me on our way.We have arrived at The Smoking Joint. Let the party begin!Hopefully, they only smoke the good stuff.Swan and I shared orders of pulled pork……and grilled ribs. Both were yummy.
We ordered a side of mashed sweet potatoes, something I hadn’t seen anywhere. They were excellent. Service was good and friendly, and we all enjoyed our meals.
But the fun wasn’t done yet. As we walked down the street, Jeff spied a karaoke joint and insisted we stop in for a song or two.
Where we sang.Davina on the microphone.Some good advice in neon.
Did I sing? Do you think I’m Crazy?
It sounds better when you are drunk.
Anyway, that was enough for me, so Swan and I bailed and headed back to our room. The rest of the group went into full-on party mode and stayed out for a couple more hours.
And now you’ve seen the story of day two in Siargao.
Happy Thanksgiving!
4 thoughts on “Nothing like being on Cloud 9”
A nice change of scene certainly but what actually attracted you there as you don’t swim never mind surf ? The 2 Brown Boys? Nephophilia? Prossie bars like your favourite Wet Spot?
The whole island looks beautiful. That birria place definitely seems to be worth a visit. I’d order a slew of different fusion dishes.
That’s some fresh fish if it’s swimming on your plate!
I wonder if that’s a Filipino form of chimichurri.
It’s called “The Dreamer,” but I’m not sure I want that in my head at night.
Is that an octopus hanging off the right side?
Don’t get so drunk that you can’t remember the good times.
Kevin, after yesterday’s end-to-end drive around, I can confirm that this is one of the most beautiful places I’ve seen. In addition to the wonderful landscape, there is almost no litter anywhere, the roads are well-maintained, and there isn’t much traffic. I fear that upon my return to Barretto, its flaws will be all the more noticeable.
I hadn’t even noticed that green stuff on the “fresh fish” photo. Looks chunkier than the chimichurri in the post you linked. Didn’t Mary Poppins sing about that stuff?
I don’t see an octopus, but then, the whole thing looked like an aberration, even in person.
If I ever get that drunk, I probably won’t want to remember!
Aloysius, the attraction was the nice signage. We stopped by there last night, but left. No one there, chairs still leaning on the tables. Must be a late-night venue, and I don’t do late nights.
A nice change of scene certainly but what actually attracted you there as you don’t swim never mind surf ? The 2 Brown Boys? Nephophilia? Prossie bars like your favourite Wet Spot?
The whole island looks beautiful. That birria place definitely seems to be worth a visit. I’d order a slew of different fusion dishes.
That’s some fresh fish if it’s swimming on your plate!
I wonder if that’s a Filipino form of chimichurri.
It’s called “The Dreamer,” but I’m not sure I want that in my head at night.
Is that an octopus hanging off the right side?
Don’t get so drunk that you can’t remember the good times.
Kevin, after yesterday’s end-to-end drive around, I can confirm that this is one of the most beautiful places I’ve seen. In addition to the wonderful landscape, there is almost no litter anywhere, the roads are well-maintained, and there isn’t much traffic. I fear that upon my return to Barretto, its flaws will be all the more noticeable.
I hadn’t even noticed that green stuff on the “fresh fish” photo. Looks chunkier than the chimichurri in the post you linked. Didn’t Mary Poppins sing about that stuff?
I don’t see an octopus, but then, the whole thing looked like an aberration, even in person.
If I ever get that drunk, I probably won’t want to remember!
Aloysius, the attraction was the nice signage. We stopped by there last night, but left. No one there, chairs still leaning on the tables. Must be a late-night venue, and I don’t do late nights.