HST’s “Rum Diary” was set in San Juan, Puerto Rico. The bus ride started at 8:00 PM Friday night, alighted at Olongapo about 11PM, waited for Kristina then proceeded to down a few bottles of beer at a bar called Apozaga, staring at some girl dancing crazily to the beat of “Soulja Boy”, the DJ playing hip-hop music that were new to my ears, a cover band singing pop songs on the small stage.
Oh right before that we had dinner at the “biggest Andok’s branch in the whole world”, Grace took a pass, while me and Kristina feasted on a liempo in what she calls “Survivor:eating on a wobbly table”.
At 4:00 am we took the second bus for Baguio, so we could get off at Dau to hop to another bus to San Juan, La Union.
Two top of the line bus lines that take the San Juan route was late, so we ended up on a third tier bus line called Sta Lucia Lines all the way to San Juan. What i initially thought to be just a mere 2 hour trip (I was thinking La Union on the way to Baguio), became a 5 hour trip because San Juan is located at the far bending part of La Union, just a few more towns and it will be the Ilocos province already.
On the bus Kristina became “Cranked Up Tina” – she’s got a new nickname to add to the “Spartan” nickname she earned in Pundaquit a month ago.
We passed by Tarlac, Pangasinan and many towns in La Union before we arrived at San Juan Surf Camp Resort at about 12:15 PM.
Evey, who lives a mere walking distance from the resort dropped by and brought us a hearty lunch of Calamares, Sinigang na hipon and Fried Rice. Walked around the resort, then took a nap after Evey left for San Fernando because she’ll accompany her friend to CSI (not Crime Scene…its CSI Mall). We Hit the beact at about 4:00 PM, played with the “bigger than usual waves”. Kristina and Grace goofed around the resort, I was looking at women in Bikinis and Tina was like “Marky mga babies pa yan”. Well not really babies, 17-19 years old methinks.
“Mga babies pala ha” but Kristina gets distracted when one of the girls in two piece passed by. By the way Kristina gets distracted by both girls and boys , but oftentimes she gets distracted by me (she just wouldn’t admit it, and will say “Marky you’re my Brother from another mother” haha).
Porkchop Jr. (Tina’s cam) got spilled over by Tina’s San Mig Light during the night, it is currently recovering in an ICU (if there’s no improvement, then its off to the nearest Cannon Service center).
The next day we went kayaking, swimming then after Grace and Tina took surfing lessons with “Snoop Dog”, too bad the big waves just comes once in a while because surfing season are only until March, it will be on the months of July-August (for hardcore surfers) then normal surfing season will continue on October – February or March. (that would be the best time to learn to surf).
While Kayaking, Cranked up Kristina surfaces yet again, barking at me because we are both paddelling at the opposite direction, she wants to go further into the ocean while i keep trying to turn it back nearer to the shore.
(galing ni Grace naks)
We rode the waves while kayaking, hoping that it will turn the kayak upside down. Afterwards we experimented with the long blonde hair look, like Maui surfer dudes.
Lot was supposed to go with us but she got stranded in CDO.
(Something to piss Kristina)
Then we packed up by lunchtime, had lunch in San Fernando, La Union then headed back to our daily lives once again., Well to quote Lot Balot “There will be many isa pang wanmortaym”, hope next time, many will be able to join us.
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