This One's For My Homies

I freaked out the first time I came back from a trip to Australia and the grinder had been moved from the left hand side to the right side of the machine; it was as though Lior had murdered my own mother (slight overreaction?). This was my café, what the fuck’s this bloke doing changing my grinder. Oh, it actually works a little better this way. Huh. Oh he’s made a sugar syrup as well and keeps it bottled in the fridge. Good thinking.

Some of Madz Creations

There’s barely a day that goes by without Lily messaging me, asking if she can try to sell a new snack or build something to improve the café and if shit needs getting done, Lil gets it done. Madi’s responsible for covering most of General Luna to Cloud 9 in beautiful art pieces and the café didn’t miss out with a new one going up every week; not to mention the beauty extending to her “to-die-for” cappuccinos and lattes.  Danni’s coffee skills have come a long way since the first time she drenched herself with hot milk after removing the steaming wand from the milk and I’ve even seen her knock out a couple of leaves and love hearts in her latte art. Lorenzo brought a huge amount of energy to the café and had the customers in sticthes regardless of which side of the counter he was on. Ines was a massive help during the festive season when I was either too hungover or drunk to work and Jase… Um… Jase has a great 6-pack. Kidding. Without Jase we would never have stayed open and our Female clientele tripled in the time he was there when they found out a Tom Cruise lookalike was making coffees.

 Ines with a little spillage

Ines with a little spillage

A good friend of mine once said “train people well enough so they can leave, treat them well enough so they don’t want to”. Ok so Richard Branson isn’t exactly a good friend of mine but I did see him at the opening to the Brisbane Airport Virgin Lounge so I feel like he’d add me on Facebook if he knew who I was. Everyone will have their own interpretation on this but what I’ve taken from it is to give your staff purpose and value and give them a reason to want to turn up every day and give their best efforts. Fili Beans Espresso doesn’t get the reputation for best coffee in Siargao because I’m there weighing every shot, measuring milk temperature or timing every drop. In fact the last time I turned up and started making coffees Lily asked me to leave because I was doing shit wrong. We got our reputation because over the last six months we’ve had a bunch of absolute legends each with their own ideas, skills and input that has contributed to the premium product we serve up time and time again.

Unlike my old mate Richo, I’m not running several billion dollar companies, but I feel the formula stays the same whether you’re running an airline or serving up coffees in a beach shack. There was something that made you want to have these people helping you out when you first met them so you’d be crazy not to listen to them and trial their ideas, put them in charge and entrust them with decision making. Ensure they want to stay there because you value them and without them the business would be worse off. The nature of the Island will see a lot of transient folk come and go but everyone who does has left a little piece themselves a part of the café.

The crew and Tom (Jase)

So this a massive thank you to everyone who’s stood on the other side of the counter at some stage because it’s you guys that has people in Manila talking about our coffee.  I said in one of my first blogs that I wanted to bring a coffee culture to Siargao and I honestly feel it’s happening. Just don’t touch my f***ing grinder.

How To Blow Your Money On The Best Experiential Course You’ll Ever Sign Up For

Ever thought to yourself, hey I’ve got some spare cash sitting in my bank I think I’ll take said savings and buy something I have no idea how to use then send it to a country that I know nothing about and spend my days figuring out how I’m going to survive here? Nope? Welcome to Fili Beans Espresso, the biggest self-experiment of my life.

Step one- Fall in love

Travel to a place that captures your heart then forget anything your financial planner, year 12 economics teacher or family accountant ever told you about being “sensible” with your money and make the decision to move there. If you want to go all out pick an island that takes two days to reach, is prone to typhoons, earthquakes, black outs, ferry break downs, airport closures and one of the most resistant strains of staph in the world.

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Step two- The more challenging the better

You don’t have enough money to simply live here without the inevitable dodging of debt collectors for the maxed out credit cards you’ve compiled so you’ll need to do something that covers your living expenses and a trip home to visit the family every once in a while. Best you don’t pick something you know loads about though, you want to come up with an idea that not only you know very little about but you want to make sure that the factors in step one make whatever you chose a logistical nightmare. Jobs to avoid for their ease and sensibility:

-        Anything online that you can earn you a strong currency and spend it in a much cheaper country.

-        Twisting string and selling it to travelers. Unless you’re Argentinean and wear fisherman pants and have dreadlocks, in which case this would actually be a feasible source of income

-        Use your artistic talents and play music, DJ, trade murals at hostels for accommodation and food.

-        Sell organs.

Any of these would’ve made more sense than trying to bring a coffee machine, grinder and premium grade coffee to a remote island but remember we’re not going for the sensible option. Come up with an idea that’s going to be really difficult to establish and to maintain, this way you’ll always have things to keep you occupied. Like when customs destroys 20kg of your coffee because you didn’t have a form that you didn’t know existed because the last two times you sent coffee the form didn’t exist.

Step three- Who me, prepared? Ha  

Now that you’ve decided on how you’re going to fill your days in on the remote island paradise go out and spend all your money on the necessary equipment and get rid of any of your possessions that won’t be of use where you’re moving.

From most important to least important. Stickers? Check! Facebook Page? Check! Expensive machine that will have more setting that you don’t know how to use than ones you will know how to use? Check! Training and experience? Ahh come back to me on that one.

Step four- Jump in the deep end

If you’ve made it this far there’s no turning back. Well that’s a lie actually, you can pull out at any stage but you’ve done the hard work already so why pull out now. Moving day. Take a mate, it’s more fun that way and they can carry stuff. You’ll be bringing lots of stuff so bring a strong mate. Once you arrive however long you’d planned to get things up and running, triple it, quadruple it, add a couple of months. You chose a remote location that means when you’re missing an important valve for a piece of equipment you’ve got you can’t just run to Bunnings Warehouse, no, you need to take 3 ferries, a taxi, and bus and caribou to pick up another one, this takes time.

Step five- Learn to swim

Start winging it. You’ve heard the expression fake till you make it, well you’re in the thick of it now. You’ve got your machine, you’ve got your coffee beans, you’ve made the epic two day return journey into the City to buy everything you forget to pack or your poor selection of travel buddy wasn’t strong enough to carry 4 surfboards, 30kg of coffee, all of your clothes and 20 coffee cup… useless. There’s nothing like learning on the fly, though perhaps making more than a total of 10 coffees prior to opening a cafe wouldn’t have been such a bad idea but whatever, I’m pouring love hearts in my coffees now (with the occasional phallic looking shape... accidentally)   

Step six- Find your island family

Find amazing people to help you out. Three months into this experiment I was thrown a bit of a curve ball. I got an opportunity to head back to Australia and take on a role that has me travel around the east coast and present to teenagers, encouraging them to get out of their comfort zones, travel to challenging but inspiring parts of the world and start doing things for themselves that they’re a little unsure they’ll actually have the ability to do. Sounds like a familiar story. Essentially I’m telling kids to go out start their own Fili Beans Espresso. Well not exactly but I do ask them to spend their hard earned money one of the most challenging though equally beneficial experiential learning courses they’ll ever experience at that age.  

The thing is I need to spend a fair bit of time in Australia to be able to do this; I’m just not convincing enough presenting to a thousand kids over Siargao’s 3G skype link. Luckily for me one of the islands charms is that it’s full of great people willing to jump into the cafe and lend a helping hand when I have to head back to Australia and without the support of these superstars and the guys down at Harana I would’ve had to pass up on the opportunity in Australia.

So there you have it. If you've been wondering why I've been posting so many photos from Aus or why you haven't seen me down at Fili Beans for a little while, that's the reason. The coffees are still flowing, the vibes are still awesome around the bar and the Espresso Martinis nights (now Saturday) are still a hit. The last 6 months have been an absolute adventure with so much to be gained from the experience and so much still to learn and while hindsight would have me do some things a little differently next time around, there's no way I'd want to have missed out on the roller-coaster that got me to where I am today.

*Anyone who read this and took everything as legitimate advice please disregard steps 1-5.

 

Here’s a little bonus section of things I’ve learnt moving to Siargao. Enjoy

1.      When choosing what to do on an island that parties every single night, keep in mind what time you’ll be starting in the morning. 6am starts after waking up for the 3rd night in row on the bar at Barrel Chicken is not ideal. Luckily we make great coffee to get me started.

2.      Glitter face profiles are the best, tee-bagging profiles are not.

3.      There’s a reason setting up a life in a developing world country is cheaper, ease and convenience are not the reasons.

4.      People who drink coffee are the best. I love my coffee bar chats.

5.      Buying things in a country like Australia to be served up on a remote island is not the most economic way of doing things. Luckily I get hooked up with the legends at Social Espresso and the payoff is we serve up what's fast becoming known as the best tasting coffee in the Philippines (according to our fans on TripAdvisor).

6.      Coffee brings in people from all over the world to sit and share their stories. 

7.      Sometimes fulfilling the role of Barista has you venturing into other professions; psychologist, mediator, match-maker, life coach, tour guide or travel agent just to name a few.

8.      Before you agree to take home a retarded abandoned puppy from the bar you were drinking at all night you should sleep on it first and not at the bar.

9.      Wet seasons are like German Sausages… the Wurst. Although rainy weather is good coffee weather.

10.   It’s not unusual to be sat at a table and there’re 5 different conversations going on in 5 different languages.

11.   Work Place Health and Safety… Ha, good one.

12.   If you have a mozzie bite, infected hair follicle, scratch or reef cut below your knees, 3-4 months is standard healing time, if you don’t lose the limb.

13.   If you pass out at a party 1 of 4 things will happen- you’ll wake up to an entertaining profile pic, you’ll have a lot of new male matches on tinder, you’ll be dropped in a pool, there’ll be photos circulating of close encounters with other islanders’ genitals.

14.   Optional clothing items include shoes, flipflops, undies, shirts, shorts, all at the same time. Only non-optional is a hat.

15.   Going with your gut feeling good way to make judgement calls.

16.   Living on an island with about 20 surf breaks heightens happiness exponentially

17.   Philippines has some of the most spectacular sunsets around the world. Capturing one of these while returning from a sunset surf will fill you with elation

18.   The encounters with people in these destinations is more often than not the reason for our attachment to it.

19.   Doesn’t matter where in the world I live, take away my ability to jump on a plane and travel anywhere I want at any time and I can guarantee you I won’t stay there long.

20.   Espresso Martini nights are the best. Whoever decided to mix an espresso shot with Kahlua and vodka then call it a martini even though it doesn’t resemble a martini in any way was an absolute genius.

A Day In The Life

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5:00am- This where the day normally starts. Well this is where the intention lies with beginning every day. I’ll be honest though, most Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays I fail to drag my arse out of bed and instead allow last night’s poison to rein supreme causing a quick little swipe of the alarm and another 90 minutes of some much needed beauty sleep. On the remaining four mornings a week, provided there’s a little swell about, it’s time to get up, grab the board and head off for surf check at one the three breaks that can be paddled out to without a boat ride eating into my surfing time.

 

7:00am- A quick outdoor shower in the gardens of Harana and a change into some fresh threads to begin the day of a café owner, which is predominantly consumed by drinking way too much coffee, talking way too much shit with customers and spending way too much time looking as relaxed as possible.

 

7:10am- Dora’s (my Nuova Simonelli coffee machine) been known to take a little time to warm up in the morning (much like many previous female companions in my life), so first thing’s first, flick on her switches and give her about 20 minutes to slowly wake up while I head down to the market to pick up supplies for the day’s brewing.

 

7:30am- After a quick bite at the neighbour’s house (a little outdoor eatery with a selection of meat dishes, veggie dishes, fried eggs and an array of other fresh fish and tasty bites that make for the perfect breakfast and costs about 60php) it’s back to the café to start pulling the first shots of the day. It’s usually the smiley faces of the Harana guests that appear at the counter first. They’ve seen me switch Dora on 30 minutes earlier, only to then be left in the land of confusion, depression, and disappointment, otherwise known as “The Land of No Coffee”, so it’s understandable that they set upon me like wild dogs to lonesome gazelle, yelling their orders with a quiver of desperation in their voice, all insisting there’s no rush and to take my time.

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8:00am- Once we’ve got through the morning rush, which on a busy day can be upwards of 15 coffees (don’t judge me Australian café owners), it’s time to sit back, relax and wait for the regulars to start flowing in for the rest of the morning. The familiar faces start rolling up on motorbikes for their morning brew, ready to share the stories about anything and everything; the wankers that were dropping in on them during their surf, discussing the book or the blog they’re currently writing, telling stories of growing up in foreign lands or filling me in on what it was that brought them to call Siargao home. Of course it’s not all one sided and I get asked to share my stories which I’m more than happy to accommodate, a mix of all the usual questions; where are you from, where have you travelled, was that you that dropped in on me yesterday, what’s it like being ginger? People come to Fili Beans for all sorts of reasons; some just come for the amazing tasting coffee, others to order the usual, have a quick five minute catch up then head up to Harana for brekky and then there’s the ones who will stay and chat for hours, yes literally hours, and the longer they stay the more I like it. 

 

11:00am- Yep three hours ought to do it. The “Gone surfing” sign comes out and Dora’s given a little lunchtime siesta while I head off for a surf with some mates. There’s nothing like closing your business for a few hours during the day so you can get out into the saltwater and the sunshine, get a little exercise and get that feeling that only comes with sliding down the face of a perfect reef-break.

 

2ish or 3ish or 4ish- Back at it for the arvo crew. Forget your “café hours”, they don’t exist on the island. Patterns don’t exist here and instead the customers visit the cafe dependent on the swell, the rain, the heat or the party the night before. In the first couple of days of trading I tried to keep the café open as long as possible to get an understanding of when people were most likely to turn up and quickly realised that the best option was to work around the hours that suited me. We’ve got a pretty simple system now; if the Fili Beans Espresso sign’s out the front it means we’re open, if it’s not, we’re closed (or I came in still a little battered from last night’s party and have just forgotten to put it out). That’s the beauty of island life, people appreciate this, they understand I’m here to surf, meet people and make the most of this tropical paradise, not to sell as many coffees as possible. 

 

5:00pm- Knock off time, unless there’s bit of crowd and I’ll stay open until people stop buying coffees. Thursday’s the exception and around this time people will start floating in for the island’s tastiest Espresso Martini (sorry Sam at Viento if you’re reading this but when you write your own blog you can make claims like this). This night all started with a couple of customers requesting the cocktail as a special send-off gift as they were leaving the island the next day. I agreed that I’d happily buy the necessary ingredients and knock out a few drinks if they invited their mates and drew a bit of crowd to make it worth my while. They agreed and I invited a couple of my mates along as well and threw a little notice up on Facebook. Who’d have thought we’d have about 50 people turn up and create a little history with Espresso Martini night running strong into its 6 week and numbers growing every week. 

6:00pm- most other nights of the week it’s either a quick bite to eat with some mates on my way home to an early night in bed or home for a quick a shower then onto whichever venue is hosting the party that night. It takes a lot of self-control (which I’m still on the search for) to remind yourself in a place like this that you’re not on holiday and partying 6 nights a week is not conducive to a healthy life. It’s tricky though when after two months of living on Siargao I’m yet to encounter an evening where there’s not someone’s leaving party, arriving party, birthday party, lay day party, it’s Wednesday let’s party party. It’s for this reason that sometimes you need to slip in ninja mode and just sneak away without being noticed, head home, chill for the night and prepare to do it all again at 5:00am the next day.

The Melting Pot

 
 

Breakfast with a Filipino, coffee with a Lithuanian, and dinner with a group legends from across the globe, each with their own cultures, traditions, languages, and stories to tell from their respective motherlands. Did you know that in Sweden they don’t use one word for “fart" Instead each type of fart has its own separate word (Prutt, Smygare and Brakare just to name a few). What about asking anyone except for an Aussie to pass your sunnies (sunglasses)? You’ll be met with a gaze of confusion while you go through and explain every word in the Australian version of the English dictionary (bottle-o or liquor store, servo or gas station, Maccas or McDonalds). Imagine if every single day you had the opportunity to sit down with a different person from one of the 196 countries on this globe (I’m including Taiwan- Soz China), and through simply engaging in conversation, you were able to learn about history, economics, science, language, religion and a whole array of other useful (and not so useful) facts and skills.

I left Australia 20 days ago and today I sat down and wrote a list of everyone who I’ve hung out with since arriving and had a meaningful conversation with, as well as the countries they were from. Any guesses how many countries were on that list? 20 different countries; in just under three weeks!

 
 

Now I know eventually the rate will begin to slow and I hardly expect that on day 196 a Tuvaluan village chief will walk into Fili Beans Espresso chasing a piccolo latte with almond milk (although that’d be so cool if he did, and totally worth the effort) but I’m excited that the travelers will continue to float into Siargao and when they come in to sample some of the best tasting coffee in the Philippines, I can’t wait to sit down and hear their story.

People come from all over the world, as well as from all over the Philippines to get a taste of life on this tropical island paradise and that’s a massive part of the island’s charm, but it’s hard to believe that a destination that up until a short time go, barely had a sealed road and now plays host to one of highest concentrated mix of international and Filipino visitors I’ve ever witnessed. I’ve travelled on some of the most saturated gringo trails on this planet from the surfer route through Central & South America, to the backpacker hangouts of Europe, and just about every corner of South East Asia but never have I experienced such a fusion of cultures, surfing together, partying together and forming lifetime friendships.

 
 

Maybe the reason attributing to this melting pot of travelers is that Siargao attracts a certain kind of person, whether it be surfers chasing epic waves or intrepid travelers looking to get off the beaten track; or perhaps it’s just more the case that this is one the most amazing, friendliest and pristine parts of the world and it’s simply just worth the visit. Regardless of the reason just know that it doesn’t really matter where in the world you’re from, if you end up here, you’ll have a plethora of likeminded travelers ready to hear your stories and keen to share theirs, and what better place than the beautiful tranquil grounds of Harana Resort, sipping on tasty Fili Beans Espresso coffee. 

Just Relax

 
 

This next blog needs to be prefaced with a slight warning because anyone wanting to read funny stories about me killing it at Fili Beans Espresso, knocking out awesome coffees or following stories of the amazing Philippines adventures I’ve been having on Siargao Island, this one’s not for you. The idea of this blog is to give my personal and honest insight into transitioning from life in Australia to life in the Philippines and while I know it’ll be full of amazing stories down the track this next one taps into my inner hippy a little.

I woke up sick this morning. Not sick. I woke up with a sick feeling in my stomach. For the first time since setting foot on this island I woke up with a feeling of unsureness; was I actually going to be able to make this work? The plan was to surf as much as possible and meet people from all over the world, trading travel stories while making some of the best coffee on Siargao Island. So still with no coffee machine after two weeks and an injured leg keeping me out of the water it’s no surprise that a little self-doubt was beginning to sink in.

 
 

After a quick self-assessment, it didn’t take long to realise why someone who normally deals quite well with stress or slow times, was starting to feel the pressure and struggling. 31 years on this planet has taught me a lot but one of the most important lessons I’ve learnt is that we need coping mechanisms for when things aren’t going to plan.

When the surf’s flat, we go kayaking, when we’re sick or injured, we get comfort from family and friends, or when the pressure starts to build, we take a step back, head for nature and remind ourselves that we’re the ones in control and have the ability to alter the amount of pressure we’re under. The problem was that the environment has changed and I hadn’t adapted yet… until this morning.

 
 

After hearing her praises sung all week from a group of friends, this morning I headed along to Kayla’s class at Yoga Dojo. Even though I was nervous at the thought of reopening my propeller wound with a little too much gusto on the Half Pigeon, I took the chance and had my first crack at seeking mindfulness on the Island and am extremely thankful for doing so.

In what was undoubtedly my most positive and enjoyable yoga session ever, I was finally able to clear the cloudiness of the previous two weeks and not only focus on what I’d come to Siargao in search of, but why I’d woken up this morning feeling so far from it. The problem wasn’t that I couldn’t surf or that I wasn’t making coffee yet, the problem was how I’d been approaching these challenges and the coping mechanisms with which I’d employed; which long story short, was to try and party it all away. This isn’t to say I haven’t been enjoying my time here on the Island, quite the contrary in fact, but what it had meant is that rather than focusing on the issues, I was simply ignoring them in the hope that eventually I’d be back in the water, the machine would be here and I’d be doing what I came here for and life would back on track; I guess it was just taking too long.

 
 

So what’s all of this taught me? Well for starters, meditation, mindfulness and yoga are a great place to start as a way to deal with stress, or the pressures of life when things aren’t quite going to plan. As well as this I understand that when we change our environments there may also be cause to change the way in which we approach our times of stress or inactivity and boredom. What it also means is that once again I’m feeling super positive about the whole experience and can’t wait to get my Simonelli T3 (my machine) and start knocking out some of the best coffees on Siargao Island, get back in the surf and feel the saltwater on my skin again and keep riding the good vibes that come from living amongst one of the friendliest tropical Island communities in the world. 

Slice, Dice and Play Nice

 

It’s been pretty smooth so far. Reunited with a lot of old friends on the island, partied a little and will be bidding a pretty amazing crew farewell tomorrow. I've even managed to start getting stuck into some work on Fili Beans Espresso. That’s how I would’ve liked my second blog entry to begin; unfortunately though, smooth is probably the furthest adjective I’d use to describe how things have actually unfolded since departing Australia last Wednesday. It’s been an epic ride though and I’d do it all again 100 times over.

So how’ve things really played out the first week of the move? Well to start with there’s still no machine here, which as you can imagine, is slightly impacting coffee sales. I’ve got all of the important things cranking though; loads of Fili Beans stickers, business cards and cups, but with customs officers asking for more money than what the machine is even worth to release it, it’s meant that partying has taken precedent for the time being.

Instead of knocking out amazing espresso coffees for a bunch of customers, it’s been a week of bad dance-offs, inappropriate conversations, beach skinny dips, bon fires and enough beers to fill an Olympic swimming pool. Add to that a severed artery from what I can only hope was a clean and sterile boat propeller and I’d say there’s room for improvement for the rest of the move. 

What has been a massive success story are the people. The smiles and good vibes from staff at the restaurants and resorts, the locals and expats who’ve welcomed me back to the island with hospitality and friendliness which is second to none, the jovial doctor who kindly sewed nine stitches into the gaping wound in my leg and then joked that my blood soaked pants looked as though I was menstruating. Then there’s the party crew, the guys who cheered on my failed attempt at the worm in a dance off, the guys who cheered on my nudie run on the beach then hid my clothes from me, and everyone else who’s been there for the first week of my move to this island paradise – Siargao.  

Even the 50-hour journey over here, while exhausting and full of plenty of challenges with (100kg of luggage to drag around), had its own certain charm. Waking up at 3am to the sound of roosters on a passenger ferry had me laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation. There was also the excitement of meeting a group of strangers (with a mix of ages and nationalities) on their way over to the island and listing off all of the amazing things they had to look forward to. Then joining them on day trips up to the spectacular rock pools, the palm tree lined white sandy beaches of Daku Island, the numerous reef breaks around the island and the breakfasts, lunches and dinners where we’d all sit around reminiscing about the adventures we’ve had with a bunch of new friends you feel like you’ve known your whole life.

So I’ll be honest, things could have gone a little a smoother but I’m not here for smooth, I’m here adventure, I’m here for friendships, I’m here for the long haul and few bumps (hopefully not into anymore propellers) along the way keeps the ride more exciting.

 

Mr Fili Beans

 

Have you ever watched one of those clips on YouTube where people do handstands on building edges or head off on epic trekking adventures to the North Pole or hurl themselves off a cliff in a wingsuit, and then thought to yourself “I’d love to experience that rush”. It’s normally followed by an immediate inner monologue that promptly says, “but faaark that, I’m way too pretty to get frostbite on my nose. I’ll just start with investing my lifesavings in a cafe in a developing world country and go from there.”

Why? Because we need risk in our lives. It keeps things interesting. It detracts from the mundane and when we take on risks, we produce that amazing little chemical called dopamine that gives off a natural feeling of ecstasy and euphoria. I was craving a little dopamine; I just didn’t want to have to jump off a cliff to get some. So I packed my things…

The idea of this blog is to inspire people to step outside of their comfort zones, take the risks and reap the rewards of a sense of achievement and happiness when you take the leap and chase the dream. This doesn’t mean everyone will read this blog, quit their job and move to a tropical island and start an espresso bar. Some people hate sweating their arses off in the tropics and there are even some extreme cases where people don’t like coffee (I know, weird right?), but by following my journey over the next year or so someone might decide they’re ready to take the leap and do that thing they’ve been wanting to do; get their driver’s license, learn to kite surf, open up a cupcake store or ask out that hot barista at your local café (yeah the ginger one, you know him), because at the end of the day, you only get one crack.

So I’ve quit a job I loved doing with an inspiring bunch of workmates, left my awesome apartment and housemates in Coolangatta, kissed my amazing family goodbye and am about to board a plane to see what it’s like to follow your dreams and set up a life on one of the most beautiful islands I’ve ever experienced in my life; Siargao, Philippines!