Reflecting on the end of BST1, choosing emergency medicine, keeping travel alive, and proving that medicine and life can coexist.
Reflecting on the end of BST1, choosing emergency medicine, keeping travel alive, and proving that medicine and life can coexist.
Journal entries from my fourth quarter in my first year of basic emergency training.
Back from the Philippines, I return to work renewed, complete my first BST year, pass my ARCP, and bring home one unexpected souvenir.
My final day in the Philippines takes me through Intramuros by bamboo bike, from Spanish walls and Rizal history to ghost stories and goodbye.
My final morning in Siargao brings a perfect sunrise, wild surf, one last motorbike ride, and a bittersweet goodbye.
My final Molchanovs Wave 1 day in Siargao brings rescue skills, baby freediver certification, a north-island road trip and a stormy sunset fail.
My third day in Siargao brings open-water freediving, a 12-metre descent, a road trip, and a sunset bridge farewell.
My second day in Siargao brings Cloud 9, a rough surf lesson, the International Surfing Cup and the start of my freediving course.
My first day in Siargao brings lost luggage, the return of Baby Jesus, old Utila friends, a beach rave and the start of a new adventure.
Finally free from the storm, I dive Moalboal’s Pescador Island and the legendary Sardine Run before ending the day with hostel chaos.