Day 3 of the Surf and Music Festival 2012 was spent surfing! My muscles were sore all over and bruises were starting to form on my left knee and here and there on my legs but aside from being there for the music and my friends, I was also there for the surf, so surf I did!
I passed on the drinking til the wee hours of that Saturday morning so I could have enough rest and wake up early with enough energy to actually paddle but I still woke up at 10 AM! Nevertheless, after a cup of coffee and tapsilog I was out in the sun and sea.
No matter how small the waves are, I never go out to surf without an instructor. I’ve learned it the hard way. I was once at Monaliza Point some years back, had a really long ride that brought me near the shore and the corals and rocks, and made the mistake of paddling out in the wrong direction when I was wiped out to the point of drowning. Good thing I had Anthony Valdez as my instructor then so he came out to help me. I haven’t been to the point since then. I’m building up some stamina and some courage for that. Also, there were so many people out during the festival that accidents were almost inevitable and H had broken a board in two the day before. My best friend on this trip was Tinay.