I have been blogging about our Siargao trip all this time and only just now remembered the name of the resort we stayed at: Ocean 9 Villas. That's what it was called.
And I only remember when I'm writing about the day we left it to transfer to one much closer to the town proper.
Yeah, it was pretty far as. We had to keep requesting to use the resort shuttle to buy groceries and/or take us to the meetup points for our island hopping trips and every trip meant $ so that added up.
At any rate, it was a nice resort that accommodated us all in one big cabin-style villa where Raven's dream of sleeping on a bunk bed finally came true because it never will in real life. No way I'm getting her a bunk bed at home. Or gymnastics bars. Or a trampoline.
We transferred to Mera's Garden Resort, in a narrow little bungalow with good running AC and Starlink Internet -- two things we didn't really have at the other place. As per usual, Jeff quickly got to chatting with the owner who happened to be an Aussie bloke now retired in Siargao.
The wheels in Jeff's mind started rolling (again) about how we could do the same thing and live the resort life early and permanently without having to work anymore.
I don't know. I mean, if it happens, it happens. Chill.
The nice thing about being closer to civilisation was the easy commute to wherever to grab food or whatever. I had poke bowl at Sibol Cafe and Jeff had crepes. I can't remember what the rest had.
Once again, Jeff got busy chatting with the server. He talks to everyone. Like, seriously. That guy does not have any social anxiety at all. Which is good, because it compensates for mine.
Next door, Raven bought overpriced stickers, inspired by jealousy from Adie who discovered them first.
100 Pesos for one ordinary sticker! I wish I was joking. I paid for them anyway.
I don't know. I feel like I have become so out of touch with the Philippine prices that whenever I encounter them, everything just seems more expensive than the 2010 prices that are stuck in my head before I left the country.
But it seems to be just me because Jeff doesn't have the same problem at all and he left the country in 1991! Fair enough, he was only 10 and didn't really know any better but... you know what I mean?
Anyways...
Siargao has this interesting custom where you're asked to leave your shoes or slippers before entering the shops or cafes. With the beaches close by and guests coming in from a day of surfing, I'm guessing it's to address the issue of unwanted sand on the floor. For safety too, perhaps.
Also, I reckon it's genius how they have hooks attached on the side of motorbikes to hold surfboards while in transit. Amazing.
*Raven at 7 years old
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