So it wasn't as straightforward as Chris and I thought, to just get a bus from Alaminos to San Juan.
Our first bus, air conditioned, but standing room only, took us over an hour, to Dagupan. Since we were standing, we were unable to eat our breakfast, that we had bought from a street vendor in Alaminos. So boiled eggs and rice soup in hand, we swapped from one bus to another in Dagupan, but this time it was a 4x2 (4 seats one side, 2 seats the other), open windows, very crowded, rickety old bus. Squished up against the side, we did manage to quickly eat our breakfast, and another hour or so later we arrived in Agoo.
Dropped at the side of a main road, we assumed we just had to wait for another bus with a sign heading north. After a few buses whizzed by, soon enough one stopped for us, headed for Candon, which would pass through San Juan, where we were headed. Luckily, it was a nice modern AC bus, and was pretty empty.
San Juan is a surfing town, just north of San Fernando City. The bus dropped us at the main surf beach, where we grabbed a quick bite to eat and had a quick look around some of the accommodation. Nothing looked great considering the price they were asking, and the beach was full of kids in surf school. Having read that further north was another surfing beach, quieter, but not much else there, we decided to risk the journey.
We hailed down a jeepney, clambered aboard with our backpacks, and jumped off 3-4km further north.
Right near the beach front was a lovely resort called 'German sunset beach resort'. Chris had found it through Tripadvisor. The rooms were like stone ovens; boiling hot and small stones for the floors, walls, and a brick bed. Unusual, but had character.
Absolutely boiling, we rushed down to the beach and ran straight into the sea. For once the sea was actually refreshing. We spent the remainder of the afternoon walking along the beach and back via the road to see what was around - not much! A few derelict hotels, one or two expensive resorts, and a few stands.
Having received some easter money from Chris' mum, we decided to treat ourselves (as it was Easter Sunday), to dinner at our resort, which was a slightly pricey German Filipino restaurant. I opted for a small steak, with chips, and a pepper mushroom sauce. It was such a treat and went down extremely well! Chris chose spicy shrimp, since we were on the coast. It was nice but nothing special.
We washed our dinner down with a nice cold glass of red wine. We are starting to get used to cold red wine, and surprisingly it's nice, a bit like drinking sangria.
Since it was Easter Sunday, we went on the hunt for some chocolate. Having seen a small shop not far from our resort, we wandered down to take a look. The lovely old lady running the shop had one choice of chocolate bar, so we went for it, and also a litre bottle of red horse (the local beer). We took the beer down to the beach front, and sat drinking and talking, as the waves crashed at our feet.

Apparently the best time for surfing was between 6-10am. So by 9am we had hired a surfboard and were out in the sea. Taking it in turns we managed to both catch a few waves. The waves weren't big, but enough to have a practice and some fun for an hour.
Back for a rinse off and try to work out how to get to Vigan, our next destination.