Caving in Sagada

You have to Two options, A.) a short one (Php400/person) where you walk 45min to the cave and you crawl the limestones for about 5 hours or B.) a longer and more difficult version of option A (Php500/person) where you end up in another cave.  Both are worth doing, depends on your stamina.  I hated the stairs at the end of the tour though, it effin made me tired.  You will hate it too— after sliding on limestones, crawling and squeezing into small holes, hanging on ropes, and playing in the water (yep, there’s an underground river somewhere).


For your cave tour in Sagada, go to the Tourism office and pay an environmental fee of Php30.  The sweet lady at the counter will assign you your guide.  If you are lucky, like us, you get to be invited to a bonfire in a local farm where they will cook pinikpikan, a local chicken dish of Sagadian, for you.  So be nice to your tour guides, they have access to unlimited supply of lettuce and more *wink wink Continue reading

Pinto Art Gallery, Antipolo

leah valleWhen I was in Banaue, a sweet couple told me of this art museum in Antipolo.  Thus, when I reached Manila after my Baguio trip, I arranged a mini-adventure to Antipolo.  When I entered the art museum, the portrait of head hunter tattoo artist the people of the north call Wang-Ob (Fang-Ob for the city dwellers) welcomed me.  I was not disappointed.

How to get there:
Get you ass to San Juan, Antipolo and ask the trycicle drivers where Pinto Museum is.  DSC_0353 Continue reading

Japanese Tunnel and the heritage of Mintal, Davao

The alarm didn’t go off as expected.  I have to be up by 6:30am to get ready for the 7:30am call time, as set (and firmly he did) by our team leader.  In case, you are wondering who, it is the travel teller that’s gonna lead our pack today.  Like drugged sacrificial lambs, all participants for the Davao Bloggers’ Tour individually arrived at the already packed Matina Branch of McDonalds.  People, grouped in shirts of the same colors (sky blue was the most dominant), was loudly preparing for cheers I could not remember being instructed.  Turned out they were ADDU college students, and my group, instructed to wear a red shirt for the activity, seamlessly fitted in while the others (we are four different groups) were looking like high school misfits with their mix and match shirts.  Oooh they would have rolled their eyes had I brought my sticks for our mini flags (chattee got her boards ready for it). Too bad, it would have been an overkill– and I meant that as a compliment.  Anything fun and outrageous is forgivable this day.

Perked up (be it caffeine driven or not–doesn’t matter), we sped off to our first stop, the Japanese Tunnel.  It’s along diversion road. I initially thought Japanese tunnel was located in Samal.  Good thing nobody asked me.  I would have confidently led them to a different place… Continue reading