Banaue in the northern part of
As a young boy, I was taught more than once by my grade school teachers that it is “The Eighth Wonder of the World. I would often gawk at pictures of it that look like steps in green mountains going to the heavens. If its pictures could be so enthralling I wondered how much more if go to see it. So, I vowed that I shall visit the place one day. But I only got the chance to see it when I was already working. Taking a leave from work for 2 days that straddles over the weekend, I took a 10 PM bus from Espana, Manila and alternately watched the DVD movie shown on board, slept (when I could) and took refreshments during stopovers (which are adventures by themselves).
I hailed a tricycle to bring me to the town center where I was told I could get a cheap accommodation. And true enough, without even reserving a room from
On with the plan despite a fitful sleep on the bus! I spent that day hiking the mountain trails, visiting some museums and old traditional Ifugao houses. People were friendly and helpful. The children would greet me and ask for candies. A hike along the road leading to several viewpoints afforded me priceless sights of this ancient, human-made structure, part of a sprawling rice terraces system that straddles different provinces in the
I was there during the planting season and was mesmerized. So, I could only imagine and pine for its glory when the rice paddies are filled with golden grains ready for the harvest!
A talk with some locals surprisingly gave me an instant introduction to the place's history. One even invited me into his family house to see pictures and mementoes of Banaue's past, and of a people that depends so much on nature's harshness and bounty.
The next day, I went to Batad, a spectacularly tiered and amphitheatre-shaped terraces with a small village down where the terraces begin. I went through a 12 km jeepney ride which was not for the faint of heart. It was bumpy and tremulous. But the jeepney driver showed great dexterity in navigating the narrow passages especially where we met cars and buses going the other way. At times, I felt that one wheel of the jeep was over the ravine, and just one strong kick would send all passengers and baggage into free fall. But picturesque mountains, verdant valleys, rivers and waterfalls continued to captivate all my attention. So, worry and fear were easily replaced with excitement as nature’s wonders unfold one after the other which became even more apparent when I began hiking, up then down, toward my destination.
At Battad, I was really amazed by the sheer beauty of its terraces, the warmth and hospitality of the villagers, the simple but creative culinary fusion in the food served at local eateries (e.g. pizza topped with cabbage, tomatoes and cheese, spiked with local herbs and spices), the small stone and wooden benches offered to weary hikers while cooling our feet, the friendly and helpful guides, the distinctive flavor of tapuey or rice wine, the allure ofTappia Falls, the tall sampaloc trees lit by fireflies like a living Christmas tree at night, the long and winding hikes in and around the terraces, and countless other wonders along the way. To top it all, I had the privilege to stay in one of the traditional Ifugao houses that still stand proud, blending well with the splendid view. It is designed well for the cold climate of these northern
I still carry the memory of that trip fresh in my mind, savoring it while promising I shall go visit it again!
Our first featured guest in OUR MELTING POT is fondly called Bex. She is originally from New Zealand but works in Korea as an English teacher. She visited the Philippines last month and left us a lot more impressions than we expected.
But Bex who has round, beautiful eyes that looked strict at first has a light, bubbly, spontaneous, no-big-expectation persona. To me, she perfectly represents a true traveler, in contrast to a mere tourist. She immersed herself in the culture and adopted to the same beat of the locals almost immediately. In her first taxi ride within Manila, Bex was asked how many years she's been in the Philippines. The taxi driver's eyes were wide with amusement when she responded: 5 hours. :-)
Going back to Bex's impossible itinerary. She intended to cover Corregidor, Villa Escudero and Pagsanjan falls in her 3 days in Manila. For any one of those 3 pit stops, the journey was to be made in the morning on her last day in Manila, before flying to Boracay at 16:30. Corregidor, fortunately or unfortunately, did not materialize but on her trip to Pagsanjan, she took an exciting turn to Los Banos and Mt. Makiling. Thanks goodness that her last day in Manila didn't bring her feet to far away places. But in all the time she was here, she was able to visit all the big malls: Glorietta, Greenbelt, Powerplant. She had gone to Intramuros, Coconut Palace, Ayala Museum and the Hobbits Bar in Malate (which we only heard for the first time from her). Bex experienced street dining with us at Som's. On her last day, at 12:50nn, she appeared in the hostel, left in a jiffy to squeeze in a local movie at 13:10 which she thought was hilarious. She wasn't probably at the edge of her seat even as it was important to be riding a cab by 15:15, but we were. We just telephoned the hotel managers in Boracay to inform that she was arriving late in the night. We didn't know what happened after until we met in facebook this October.
So, let's sniff a portion of the conversation she had in facebook with a friend as it would tell us some of the meaningful and exciting THINGS TO DO IN MANILA or IN THE PHILIPPINES.
September 29 at 11:50am
Grace Schafer