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You’ve been warned a thousand times by salty Philippine island veterans to avoid visiting Siargao at all costs – unless you want to risk catching the infamous “Siargao Curse.” But like any good explorer, you shrugged it off as superstitious nonsense. Until now.
“I came to chase waves during my gap year, but four years later, I’m still stuck on this ridiculous island,” laughs Australian Josh Parker, sipping a Red Horse beer with his feet kicked up at a seaside haunt. “Bangka boats, coconut trees, and perfection every way you turn – Siargao hooked me bad.”
Parker is just one of many wide-eyed foreign travelers who fell under Siargao’s hypnotic tropical spell. They arrived for a short holiday but years later find themselves spiritually unwilling – or perhaps cursed – to leave.
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“The locals warned me about getting ‘Siargao Stoned,’ where the island’s energy infuses you with this higher consciousness and never lets you go,” explains Inge Mertens, a Belgium vagabond who extended her trip by over a year. “I’m starting to think they weren’t messing around.”
Just ask Canadian Andy Thompson, who has been delivering cheese sourdough pies at a Siargao pizza joint for over five years after his “two-week vacation” ended up on permanent repeat. “There’s no towering skyscrapers, no traffic, no stress – I finally found the off-the-grid utopia I had been searching for, so why would I leave?”
Many blame their downfall on the unparalleled quality of Siargao’s array of wave utopias, from the famous barreling beast known as Cloud 9 to incredible off-the-beaten-trail novelties like Helicopter Whalesbone. “It’s a surfing nirvana that lets you get tubed into oblivion all year-round,” says American Kelley Garcia. “How could I ever leave that behind?”
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But even land creatures quickly find themselves falling prey to Siargao’s devilish siren song. “One minute I’m going for a scenic motorbike cruise through the palm forests, the next I get distracted by wild dolphins playing offshore and totally lose my way,” said French fire-dancer Sabine Calvert. “This place casts some powerful juju that causes you to lose all sense of space and time.”
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Some foreigners claim to feel a distinct life force flowing through Siargao’s pristine shores and lush green inlands. “It’s like the longer I’m here, the more the island’s energy aligns and calibrates my inner spiritual compass,” said oracle reader Ziggy Jeffries. “You start putting down roots you never knew existed.”
One thing is clear – Siargao has a way of entrapping its visitors under its “curse.” Like a modern-day Circe beckoning her latest round of victims, Siargao has already worked its island voodoo, rendering you powerless to resist its euphoric trance.