Somehow I managed to survive two months in Northern Thailand, completely extracted from any sniff of a surf scene. It was a pretty beautiful place. I had initially planned on a six month stay to work on my online business. But for the first time since learning to surf, I completely lost my muscle tone in my paddle arms which was a very bizarre feeling. I so badly needed that extraction. To see the world through different eyes. But it was long enough. Tracking somewhat close islands for a chance of a wave, began to take over the time I should have been working on my online stuff. And then I did it. I booked four flights en route to Philippines. In particular Cloud Nine surf break. Boardless. I like to talk about going on a surf trip prepared. Well this was going to be different.
Kuala Lumpur (KL)
Heading through KL is a pretty common route for surfers wishing to get a slice of Cloud9. I like KL as it’s been a transit point for multiple Indo, Mentawai and Malaysian trips. It’s familiar and I know where things are.
KL offers many options accommodation wise (affordable backpacker dorms to luxury hotels) and public transport is reliable and regular. Services are available by way of taxi,
train and bus direct from the airport. There’s two airports so make sure you get the right one. All Air Asia flights leave from KLIA2.
The city of KL itself is pretty bad and pollution
rules. It’s rare to see blue sky through the thick smog that permanently coats the city.
Poverty is real, as it’s a common stop for refugees that have fled Myanmar (Burma) who stay illegally in slum-like conditions, waiting for the next option to flee the city. Usually by road and then sea.
Most with falsehoods on reaching the shores of Australia. The land of milk and honey.
As I found out, the Australian Government funds search and rescue operations in Malaysia by helicopter. They also carry out Police raids and water patrol units to hunt out refugees and send them back to where they came.
I spent three weeks throughout Malaysia in 2014 and the general vibe of the locals was
not great. They came across as quite unwelcoming. Perhaps the Australian Government’s influence is part of the reason why.
If you have an overnight in KL it’s worth checking out China Town in the city. Scores of markets line the streets, similar to the markets in Bali (Kuta).
As usual, be prepared to bargain for prices. You can get cheap clothes, sunnies, watches and bags. There is also an array of amazing food and fresh tropical fruit at low cost.
Transit through Cebu
OK so I must admit I didn’t quite do my research about Cebu. I just pictured a little island in the middle of a turquoise blue ocean, palm trees and beachside markets. Some of the atolls, reefs and islands we flew over were incredibly beautiful but by the time the plane flew over the island of Cebu, I realised it wasn’t anything how I had imagined. I had a one night layover here.
Grabbing the nearest taxi outside the small airport, I was in for a bit of a ride. From the driver, I had the usual “where you from, where’s your boyfriend, you had no one pick you up at airport?” type questions which you get used to when travelling alone as a female!
I was then quick to notice he was off-chops (drug induced) through his mannerisms and erratic energy.
At one 
point crossing a large bridge, where it was clearly sign posted that there was roadworks up ahead and the lane ended, he went straight through the signs, which smashed the rear of the taxi.
He burst out laughing and I said “taxi’s too big to fit through!” and his reply while throwing his hands in the air was “oh nah miss you’re just so beautiful it make me swerve all over the road!”.
The remaining trip involved him texting at every chance while swerving all over the road, running red lights and making up random and lengthy arrival times when I would get to my hotel.
I was pretty worried that he was actually taking me back to his house but so relieved when I recognised the sign for my hotel.
Stray goats roamed the city streets on miscellaneous missions, oblivious to the poverty that surrounded them. Kids barely old enough to walk, equally as oblivious as they clung tightly to their brother’s shirts, while mounting the back of rusted bicycles.
It wasn’t until I was safely in my hotel room, that I looked up “Cebu local news” on my laptop, that I realised just how bad it was. Bold text splashed the page, showing the past three days of events:
“College student raped, killed in Cebu home. Man faces murder charges for daughter’s death. Lovers found dead in Cebu hotel. Boxing champ stabbed multiple times in domestic dispute.”
Many were targeted Western attacks.
Luckily, downstairs from my hotel room was a small convenience store. I stocked up on a
healthy array of white bread rolls, peanut butter, canned tuna and instant milo. Pretty much anything I could grab quick enough to then spend the duration of my time safely locked away in my hotel room.
I felt a million miles from Cloud Nine surf. Through tired eyes, I was surprisingly able to get a restful night’s sleep.
That morning I returned to the store to buy a local sim card. While at the counter, I heard a kid whistling past the open shop door and glanced up to see a cheerful smile, dead chicken casually dangling from his clutching hand. I couldn’t help but smile back at him as our two worlds’ collided.
Past his small ripped t-shirt shoulder, something caught my eye on the other side of the busy street. A heavy looking, long and limp object in a white bag was being loaded onto the back of a pickup truck. Others that passed by, did not so much as blink an eye as they went about their day. I doubt I did either, as I struggled to hide my dinner-plate eyes. 
I honestly couldn’t be more happy to pack my bags and get the hell out of there.
It seemed my newly built hotel ($5.75 a night) was in a rough part of town. Their website did a great job at selling it to me.
I had to stand on the side of the road for a very long fifteen minutes praying for a cab to pass by. Every passing car slowed to stare at my lonesome presence.
When a cab finally arrived, my bracelet got stuck on my lace shirt and I couldn’t lift my hand out to flag him down. It was like a nightmare unfolding before my eyes. Thank goodness a local guy came just in time to hail the cab for me. This ride was not as bumpy as the last.
Finally to Siargao
In the safety of the airport I could relax a little. I had two families come up to me and ask for photos in broken English. The kids giggled as their eyes curiously glanced over my hair, face and clothes as if they had never seen a Westerner before. 
Once the plane passed over rusted tin roofs, visions opened to a vast ocean, full of every shade of blue imaginable.
Coming into Siargao is absolutely stunning, with a lush island rich in palm trees and jungles, peculiar shaped mountains and wide canyons. I could not wait to explore.
It was everything I hoped and more. Perhaps my excitement was exacerbated because my two months in Thailand without an ocean felt like an eternity.
Basic bamboo shelters lined the paved road, underneath thick canopies of palm trees dancing in the ocean breeze. The locals come equipped with that naturally laid-back island energy and are stoked living their simple lifestyles.
I was lucky to arrive when the swell was 6ft and barrelling at cloud nine surf spot. However I had to wait for the swell to back off as I could see just how challenging the takeoff was.
Top Tips for this Journey
Avoid the overnight in Cebu if possible!
-It really isn’t a safe place to be hanging out. The more I spoke to expats in Siargao, the worse the stories became.
It is possible to link your flights and get from KL to Siargao in one day with Air Asia from 
KL to Cebu. Then choose Cebu Pacific for the Cebu to Siargao leg.
Bring cash as there’s only one ATM
-Best to get cash out before heading over as there’s only one ATM on the island and it’s regularly out of order. Never been happier with my purchase of my money bag that was strapped firmly around my waist under my t-shirt!
Watch your valuables in your hotel or shack
-I heard theft is very common here. Be sensible where you stash your cash, laptops, phones etc.
Take your own boards
-On the off chance you’re on a surf trip without boards (laughs). You already know to
bring your own boards in your specific dimensions. Board hire is around 200 peso per hour ($6AUD) or 500 peso per day ($15AUD). Expensive. To buy a board here will set you back 12,000 peso ($370AUD). Cloud nine surf also has a high potential for breaking those boards in half.
Sunscreen and zinc
-Also very expensive here, about 520 peso (over $15AUD) for a small tube. Again experienced surfers know to bring their own.
Always be on alert
-Philippines is a dangerous country there’s no doubt about it. The use of meth is very common in many regions. The longer I stay here the more stories I hear of attacks on locals (mostly in transit to Siargao). Many attacks are in a bid to get money to fund their meth habits.
The threat of typhoon is very real
The slightest drop of rain will see your flight from Siargao back out to Cebu cancelled. The authorities simply don’t take the risk. If you can afford the luxury I would not book
your international trip home until you are out of Siargao. Or better still make it a coupleI saw many surfers missing their next leg
Other than the general warnings, it truly is a stunning part of the world and one that blew my expectations right out of the water. I spent four weeks living in a very basic bamboo shack around the corner from Cloud Nine surf.
More in-depth rundown coming soon!
only Westerner sleeping top to tail amidst hundreds of local Indonesians on the floor of a rusted out boat.
feature the “no rules, anything goes” type lifestyle where you can truly live with no restrictions that you find back home.
the root of all evil for me as I had continual desires to be in a different country every few months, experiencing different cultures and riding different styles of waves.
-usually no longer than five minutes. I do however notice huge benefits in stretching out for this small amount of time and want my muscles to be a little prepared for a morning surf.
some trendy Westernised cafe on the beach at Bingin that offered an array of “health shots” on the menu.
coffee is very acidic and quite harsh on the body.
you can make friends with salad (Simpson’s song?).
that increase my time being active.
what’s going on and around my body.
like a ridiculous number but once I got into the flow of things it was actually very easy for me to think of things as simple as a roof over my head (my mums) and food on the table (thank you again mum!).
early stages. Set an alarm when you wake up to remind yourself to take part in whatever positive habit you want to include in your life.
not more damage than sugar itself.
to use on the go. That’s probably why you are also buying mints or gum (or were!) and that’s why the marketing for these products are so successful
coming on suck on cloves throughout the day to prevent a full blown sickness.
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