A New Home

It's not just because we've migrated to Blogspot (not that there was much written from where we came from) but because I have found a new home. A new home break, that is.

I first learned to surf in what used to be a peaceful, uncrowded beach break in Baler, Aurora.

It's also where Del and I first paddled out together.

It's where we also decided to keep paddling out together.

It turns out though, that dozens of other surfers out there decided to make Baler their special place too. Who can blame them? The place just really loves you back.

So while I still do love Baler,  I have found a new love way up north. Faaaarther north.

Pagudpud.

It wasn't my first time in the place. When I was around 13 to 14 years old, I spent summer-long vacations there. The Blue Lagoon did not have its row of resorts then. The Pebble Beach still had pebbles.

I often wonder how many people knew of the palm-sized pebbles in that beach in Bangui way before it became famous for those windmills. I  wonder if they even knew it was called Pebble Beach.

Anyway.

Enduring a 10-hour trip to greet Typhoon Huaning was worth the tailbone trauma.

We were saluted by overhead waves that arched with perfect glory.

Check it out.

I know what you're thinking--where the hell is everyone?!

Here's our friend, Ede, taking a wave.

Drei "Frus Annaw" heading out.

Delfin "Del" de Luna charging.

Del and I heading out <3

       I shall leave the technical explanation of that perfect wave to Del. He's the one fluent in swellspeak. 

Drei took a photo of our friend Leo's singe-fin board--but it was definitely not a day for coasting.

As if the uncrowded reef break wasn't enough, the resort where we stayed was another reason why I fell in love with the place.

Kapuluan Vista Resort set the ideal place for turning in after a serious surf sesh. 

Sans an alarm clock, and the pumping surf, we would have waken up early anyway to Ilocos longganisa and beautiful sunrises.

Thank you, Pagudpud.  

I look forward to coming home soon.