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I just got back from a three-day-long trip to the mountains. A friend of my dad was going up there to check up on the villages hit by the landslide and visit churches, and he took my dad and I with him.
We drove up to Baguio the first day, then drove up the side of the mountain to Benguet. It’s best not to think about landslides while you are doing this. It is also best not to think about the foot-wide space between your tire and a drop down the side of a cliff.
We drove to a tiny village in the fog and spent the night in a tiny hotel on the top of a mountain with no heat and where the waiters and staff (including the security guard) were also the ethnic dancers. That was the coldest night I have ever experienced. Ever. I mean, Manila never really gets cold, so we were quite unprepared.
The next day we visited an old airstrip and drove up to Sagada, where we went into a cave and visited some old tribal burial places.
I’ll post a detailed account on my blogspot. There were a lot of strange experiences, like a chicken falling out of the air, the nastiest siopao ever, and pancakes at 7,400 feet. There were also rusted gates, sheep, and looking down at little villages tucked into valleys, and a river and sunsets.
Also, people kept giving me coffee, and I can safely say that I have used some of the worst bathrooms ever.
Ever.
