Surf Baler
The Smile cover girls can’t help themselves. After a day of mock surfing for the camera, they are itching to do the real thing. In our photo shoot’s last setup, our two surfi ng sisters, Camille and Ging Santiago, run down the beach with their surfboards in hand. Once the final shot is taken, they plunge intothe water — styled hair, make-up and all — and gleefully paddle out to sea to meet the incoming swells.
The rest of the Smile team — us concretes hoed landlubbers — watch them from shore with more than a tinge of envy. Far away, the girls straddle their fl oating platforms, their shapely silhouettes set against the afternoon sun. When swell meets surfboard, they turn into human torpedoes. Their arms paddle furiously to pick up speed, and at precisely the right moment, they stand on their boards and then they ride a massive wave that sends them hurtling forward, zigzagging for a few breathtaking seconds. Afterwards they splash ashore, and, still smiling like kids, they promptly run back to do it all over again. And again.
The Smile cover girls can’t help themselves. After a day of mock surfing for the camera, they are itching to do the real thing. In our photo shoot’s last setup, our two surfi ng sisters, Camille and Ging Santiago, run down the beach with their surfboards in hand. Once the final shot is taken, they plunge intothe water — styled hair, make-up and all — and gleefully paddle out to sea to meet the incoming swells.
The rest of the Smile team — us concretes hoed landlubbers — watch them from shore with more than a tinge of envy. Far away, the girls straddle their fl oating platforms, their shapely silhouettes set against the afternoon sun. When swell meets surfboard, they turn into human torpedoes. Their arms paddle furiously to pick up speed, and at precisely the right moment, they stand on their boards and then they ride a massive wave that sends them hurtling forward, zigzagging for a few breathtaking seconds. Afterwards they splash ashore, and, still smiling like kids, they promptly run back to do it all over again. And again.
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| Aurora, Baler |
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| Aurora, Baler Camille and Ging may be young white-collar professionals from Manila, but practically every weekend, you’ll fi nd them here, pursuing a sport that seems more fi tting for Hawaii’s beaches than this old colonial town of Baler, on the coast of Aurora in eastern Luzon. Looking around, though, we see they are far from alone. About a dozen other surfers are blissfully zipping the waves. On the sand, squads of newbies are getting basic surf lessons from a sun-bronzed pro. Further back on land, there is a row of surf shops, restaurants and dirt-cheap surfer shacks. Despite the traditional fi shing village nearby, it’s clear that this is the domain of the shirtless,Aurora. Photo and article Source: Balikbayan Magazine |
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