A van stopped and parked in front of me. Next thing I knew, the foreigners started unloading the van. Opportunity? Well, it doesn’t hurt to ask so I approached the man driving the van. I told him how we missed the last bus to Baguio and how much we need to go right that moment. He said he knows a terminal station at Banaue with the last bus leaving for Baguio at around 6pm. He’s going back that way and he’d be glad to take us there. He added that Banaue is having a festival and he’d know a place where we could stay for the night if we ever change our minds. Have I told you I dream of seeing the Banaue Rice Terraces since I saw it on a postcard when I was young?
Part of our Journey to the beautiful Banaue Rice Terraces was the long van ride, and a couple of landslides which further lengthen our adventure.
When we got to our destination, the sight was simply breathtaking. Yes, it didn’t look like it used to before but it was worth it.
Life is simple around Banaue. The people are very accomodating. Though we didn’t stay for the festival, at least we were able to shop for woodworks. We had it for a good deal, because when we got to Baguio and saw the exact products, the prices were tripled. Also I was privileged to see the Ifugaos with their wooden bikes.
The Ifugaos’ wooden bikes don’t have the usual gears and chains. They start at the highest point of the road and let the bike take them to the bottom. In order for them to use it again, they have to push the wooden bike up the hill again. They seem to enjoy the ride. I wanted to try it to but the bikes are way too heavy for me.
Our driver who turned out to be our tour guide at Banaue was kind enough to show us around and drop us at the terminal station. We were just in time for the last trip back to Baguio. By that time, I was wondering how we would be able to go to Pagudpod. Since this trip was spontaneous, I let circumstances lead us to where we should be.
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