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.