Sunday, September 2, 2018

Journal 2085: Game Face On


Journal 2085: Game Face On
Edited by: Gelai Alera

Instead of Sea of  Clouds, It is the Bluer than Blue that I saw that time. So beautiful! 
The small barangay of Ambasing, sitting below the mountain, behind me. 
Tall pine trees evverywhere. 

I woke up at 4:00 a.m. on my second day for the sight-seeing of the astonishing Sea of clouds at Kiltepan Peak. I incidentally joined two couples who were also going to the same place and luckily, we shared the transportation cost totaling P500.00. It turned out to be an unfortunate moment of waiting since we were not able to see the well-known sea of clouds, so we just decided to go back to the town center. I tried my luck to check whether the destinations were available for tour and the favor was on me since the suspension of tours were lifted on exactly the same time I inquired. So the whole day was really exhausting but unforgettable for all the places I went to (with my tour guide Kuya Duvan). 

Our first stop was the most visited site—the Sumaguing Cave. It was actually my first time to try on a multi-activities adventure. I did spelunking, rock climbing, walking, swimming and sliding, all at one place! I was on my “let’s do this” mode and the challenge was 100% accepted. My favorite part of this first site was when I had to climb a tall rock with strong stream of water rushing against me! And there was this one epic moment when I had to go down from a slippery rock taller than me and after trying to be as careful as possible, I slipped on it, descending like a child in a slide! Thanks to the water that smoothened my drop without my bones getting broken. Since I was alone in this journey, I shouldered the whole cost of the tour that would normally be shared by a group of four persons. But then, one good thing about being alone is my tour guide became my personal second-hand of capturing those beautiful, instagrammable, and epic moments of the experience.
Pause for a while

The Walls inside the Sumaguing Cave
Our only light inside.



-_-

Me: I'm-afraid-to-die-inside-this-cave-because-I-just-carried-away smile 

It is where the Queen and King are hiding behind, according to Kuya Duvan

And if you can't find the light around you, then let yourself be the light. 
When all the stress and problems temporarily fade away.


I felt like I came from the deepest part of Sagada and got back to era of civilization! 

The next sites were totally breathtaking and challenging! So let’s recall it from the beginning. Still with Kuya Duvan, I went, for my second time, to the Church of Saint Mary the Virgin and took some photos inside and out. This was followed by a long trek where we crossed the town’s cemetery, with few SAF 44 members buried on it. Kuya Duvan shared to me that instead of using candle as part of their offering to their loved ones, they use Saling, a piece of red wood with different aroma compared to a normal wood. After a series of ups-and-downs of uneven stairs, we reached the Echo Valley! And yes, it really reverberates back when you say something out loud! Since I was already there, I took the chance to shout all those things I wanted to say. My heart was exploding with mixed emotions—both emptiness and serenity. It somehow took a piece of thorn nailed on my chest after saying everything I wanted to say. 
This is the original bell used by the church to call the attention of the people, way back in 1950.

Outside the Church of Saint Mary the Virgin.

How to start your adventure trail? 

Then we continued the trek where my unprepared feet were greeted by a cycle of sticky muds, gushing water, prickly grasses, and spiky rocks. We reached the hanging coffins and it was creepy and at the same time bizarre to see coffins dangling at the side of the gigantic rock formations. It’s kinda awkward when Kuya Duvan took a photo of me and I couldn’t prevent myself from smiling (since it was not exactly the perfect spot for a “say cheese” pose with coffins hanging behind me). 
Close your eyes, make a wish. 

The old way of burying the dead of our ancestors. 

When you are both tired and excited. 

After a couple of minutes, we continued the bloody trekking which I thought would be easy since I already defied a series of challenges until I realized that the real game started only after we passed the hanging coffins. So just to mention a few of it: we crossed a muddy narrow trail of the forest with hanging vines and tall grasses around, followed by a river with water current that can take you away from your position! It was quite exciting and frightening for me because I had to walk with my bare feet against the freezing water. 
Thinking if I can do it.

Crossing this killer river was the best! Challenging, thrilling and amazing!  

Too dark inside

Black and white

Photo taken before I slipped (for the second and third time)

My legs were shaking, which added to the challenge since I was also having a hard time looking out for my feet’s next landing. Thanks to God I safely traversed the river! But it didn’t end there (there’s more)! There’s another river with much stronger current than the former—the river is connected to the underground river where we headed next. It was where we needed to climb on the muddy steps where I accidentally slipped (again). Happily, I managed to reach the top with my hands covered entirely by sticky mud. After we reached the main road with my breath almost running out, we had to sit for a short break at the roadside. I had my Sky Flakes crackers and Kuya Duvan enjoyed his three-piece-chocolate-cookie biscuit.
With Kuya Duvan! 

If I can, you can do it too !

Finally, as we continued our walk, we took the main road and we reached the entrance to the Bokong Waterfalls after 20 minutes. The trek going to the falls was pretty easy, with cemented tramps connected to a small forest where we entered into. Getting a glimpse of the cascading waterfalls and hearing the sound of its splashes from afar got me excited to go as near as possible. It was truly a beautiful, chilly, and wonderful creation of God! But then, since I don’t know how to swim, I just sat a few meters near it and enjoyed the water flowing against my submerged legs. The trek going back up was quite long—we walked past a red bridge where I took a few instagrammable photos. And then we crossed wide rice terraces fields, stepping higher and higher until we reached the end, and finally climbed atop going back to the main road.
Photo from the top! 

The smile caused by this beautiful falls! 

Wala eh. Mag isa lang ako eh. 

Another challenge accepted! 
Thank you Kuya Duvan for making this experience extra amazing! <3 

Journal 2084: Extra Rice Please


Journal 2084: Extra Rice Please
edited by: Gelai Alera

A vacation will never be complete without food trip! So, I walked across the place to look for something to try eating. The meals around Sagada cost from P140 to P200 per plate, ranging from savory silog varieties to sizzling-plate dishes. My brunch was great—thanks to the cute Siberian dogs roaming around the restaurant and the breezy weather that suited the newly cooked rice and meat.
Sizzling pork with egg at Sagada Bistro
After arriving in Sagada, checked in to an inn, I went straight to this slabhouse for my Brunch. 

I also tried the specialty of the famous Yoghurt House—banana granola and strawberry preserves with yoghurt! The sweetness of the crushed strawberry matched the sourness of the yoghurt, with extra pinipig sprinkled on top that made it more enjoyable in every bite. 
Remaining photo taken of this sweet dessert at Yoghurt House (kinda blurry huhu)

The best way to enjoy the rest of my rainy Monday afternoon is to eat a dessert in their veranda! 

I also came by the notable Gaia CafĂ©, where the movie That Thing Called Tadhana was filmed. It opens at 9:00 a.m. and closes at 6:00 p.m. and I am pretty sure that you’ll definitely include in your itinerary to try their best-selling vegetarian adobo and tomato onion pasta. I also tried the peanut butter banana sandwich with matching hot chocolate drink served with muscovado sugar, which was one hundred percent delicious and perfect for a great view and cold weather.
I got too early at Gaia Cafe. Very unique and crafty inside and out. 
Everything are homemade. Their chocolate drink from tableas with Muscovado sugar (left) and Camote Fries with Muscovado sugar sprinkled on it. 
Peanut butter- banana sandwich. my love. 

I also stopped by the Sagada Lemon Pie House to taste their distinguished lemon pie! You could actually feel a bit of sourness of lemon that matched the soft and saggy sweet peaks on it. I ate fried chicken as my lunch on my third day. 

While waiting for the fried chicken to be served. 

O MY PIE! LEMON PIE!

Prices range from P150-P200, with their menus good for all times- breakfast, lunch and dinner- so you can stay hear as long as you want! 

By the way, special thanks to Isabelo’s Inn for including a free breakfast meal to my lodging! Their sulit rice and savory ulam partners were totally perfect to start up my morning. I had a homemade longganisa with sunny-side up egg on my second day, sweet tocino with tomato and cucumber on my third day, and ham and cheese-filled omelet on my fourth day. 
Their home-made longganisas are definitely worth a try!
The most affordable lunch of all! For just P50.00- perfect for a cold weather! (above)
With matching hot coffee (below) 
Hello, Hello Kitty! 
For those who enjoy having some drinks with reggae music played around, Moon House is for you! 

I was overwhelmed with the variety of food there in Sagada and surely it won’t be a problem to you to look for a place to eat, rather it would be a problem to you which one to try because you’ll definitely want to try every restaurant and bistro house at each corner of Sagada. It seems like every single food is a taste of heaven and splendor.

Journal 2083: Where Do Broken Hearts Go

Journal 2083: Where Do Broken Hearts Go
edited by: Gelai Alera

After long hours of sticking my butt to my seat on the bus with my ears crackling due to the high altitude we were going, I survived the first challenge (of waiting twelve hours) and reached the place of “where do broken hearts go”—the beautiful and serene place of Sagada.

Got lucky to occupy two seats to bend my knees (left) while enjoying the view with my Nova.
"Welcome to Sagada!" (right)

It was kinda amazing to see how marvelous our nature is—wide stretch of rice terraces and soaring mountains hiding behind sea of clouds. The splendor adds to the nostalgic feeling of spending this vacation by myself—a time that I spent contemplating about life and temporarily getting away from the stress of the city. Imagine yourself having a hot cup of chocolate drink while watching how the fogs and clouds dance together in the air. The cold, chilly feeling makes you vulnerably think of spending it with someone who can give you that tight hug and hear that person’s heartbeats. But then, I checked in the reality that I was alone in this journey and I had to make the best out of it!

A good shot of Sagada with clouds and fogs everywhere. 

Calm and green.
Photo taken while waiting for the sunrise at Kiltepan Peak, Sagada. 

Our bus arrived at the beautiful town of Sagada at exactly 10:30 a.m., with pine trees spread across the place and tourists with their bonnets and hand-woven scarves on. Clad with my jacket, scarf curling around my neck and my sling bag with pen, notebook and enough cash, I spent the day walking around the place and taking shots of beautiful scenic views along the area. 

The beautiful Church of Saint Mary the Virgin with its majestic and colorful glass-paned windows, is sitting below the town, with tall trees and flowers dispersed around it.


Excuse my face.
This 56-year old church sitting below the town. 

I went inside and spent a couple of minutes there. The time inside made me look back to how I’ve been—all the sablay and sabaw moments, challenges I lost and victories won, my best and worst times, the people I made upset, friends whom I’ve hurt, and those who both I love and love me. I also reminisced those moments that taught me valuable lessons. I looked back on those days when I did stupid shits and those moments of when I hurt someone. I thought of those moments where it came to the point that the pain that I caused to others also caused me the same, if not greater, pain, for some reasons: first, I keep them to remind myself that all things I do have their respective consequences; and second, I’m desperately trying to put back things that I broke like a shattered vase in to place, gluing the pieces back even it causes me to bleed. It’s also like a rushing rope with my hands holding onto it. I don’t want to let it go because of the fear that I would lose it forever, thinking that the pain is worth the fight since it is still with me. But then, I got to the point where I think, that sometimes,holding onto something does more pain than letting go. So, I tell myself that I have to let go of the thing that hurts me, but never forget what it taught me. Whenever I fall, I must stand up again to continue what fight remains in me. (Well, if you are reading this, I badly want to say that I am really sorry. I cannot undo what happened and all I can do is to be better today and tomorrow.) Likewise, my mind always stumbles on those people that never leave my side. Those people who are there to guide me whenever I get lost and help me to stand up whenever I fall. Those people who can hear the voice inside my heart even when I’m not speaking at all—if you are also reading this, I just want to say thank you and I’ll always strive to be a better person. I stepped out of the church and continued the walk under the pine trees.