sagada. ~300 kms. north of manila. 300% colder than manila. sweet.
1st stop in Bulacan, after some three hours.
didn't get to take pictures in Vizcaya... too sleepy. Before we know it, it's Bontoc already! Bontoc-Banaue boundary is the coldest, I'm tellin' ya.
fighting off the cold?
matet's matching winter collection
saktong-sakto. sarap.
did i say it was cold?
bontoc proper
... and then sagada
Echo Valley
locals' cemetery
small resto just below our house. oh france, kelaaaan??
cooking oil peacefully waltzing in dreamland
first dinner, with chef Gie
uhh first breakfast courtesy of chef Gie again
emo resides in Sagada, too.
view from inside :)
aww
off to marlboro country
the trail is too muddy so we go back and just...
receive whatever sweet & green produce Sagada has to offer :)
lach, receiving lectures on how to... uhm, consume said produce. intently.
lach, applying what she's just learned. dutifully.
eman does not want sweet & green produce.
eman wants alcohol.
emo resides in Sagada. I think I already said that
view from inside part 2
our last day is composed mainly of: walking, eating, walking again, drinking coffee, smoking cig and the aforementioned produce, walking.
and overdosing on the kawaii qualities of all the fat and lazy dogs there
after that, we leave sagada
and go to where the pinoy version of murakami's hard-boiled wonderland is: batad.
we met quite a number of Europeans, including one crazy Belgian in the name of Lowie. (Hey you Lowie! You still owe us 500 Euros dammit). Now sing, Joyeux anniversaire!
not much pictures in Batad. mahirap mag trek ng may malaking camera! i'm no hiker period.
