I woke up. It was the middle of the night. I found myself in my bed, in the alleged birthplace of surfing in the Philippines, in a small place called Baler. Sleepless nights were nothing new to me. In fact, I had been struggling with insomnia for the last couple of years. So I got up to leave the comfort of the air-conditioned room. In the bed next to mine, I left my girlfriend fast asleep. As soon as I opened up the door to the living room, the tropical heat of this summer night greeted me. ...
