Thank the universe that most things in life are not meant to last. Like this godawful year. A few days before 2014 ended, I went to Sagada with a couple of friends, hoping to let go of the pent up anger (accumulated in Q3 and Q4, thank you very much) that’s been incapacitating me. Unfortunately, a retreat isn’t enough. And I figured, the only way I’ll ever fix this sorry state, is by going away. For real.
So this 2015, I am determined to go, no matter what the cost. Yay!
Now on to happy thoughts! Here is what transpired in my recent trip. Sagada is one of the few municipalities in the Mountain Province, popular for breathtaking views of rice terraces, caves, hanging coffins, coffee, and most of all (well) weed. Going there was quite an adventure. Our bus stopped at Benguet, and from there we braced for another three-hour jeepney ride with two viewpoint stops.
We stayed at the Rusty Nail Inn for three days–and despite a few challenges like a fluctuating water supply–the experience turned out pretty well. This is the view from the inn’s cafeteria. On our second day, I spent about two hours looking at this, while drinking local wine and smoking, until it got dark.
But I think the highlight of the trip is caving. None of us (in our small group of four) has done it before so we were all noobs . weaklings. We went to the Balangagan Cave, which is one of the fairly new (and ‘easy’) destinations, opened just last November. They say that the difficulty level is 4/10 versus the more popular Sumaguing Cave at 7/10. What the hell. It was tough enough and I almost died, and I probably stepped on a lot of bat shit. So when they say ‘easy’ don’t take it to heart.