Recap:Sagada Chronicles: Day Two, Unleashing our Extreme Sides
Sagada Chronicles: Day Three, Coming Home
The fourth day had arrived. It was initiated by a text from our guide Sotero saying his invitation for us is still open. Remember the wedding that he invited us to? This day is their preparation day! Kuya Sotero stopped whatever he was doing and fetched us all the way from our inn. Genuine kindness! To think he's doing this for free - just for us to experience their culture.
As we arrived, the scene surprised me. They were butchering pigs. I'm an animal lover but I was just a guest. I had no right to be squeamish, and besides, I eat pig! This is really what they have to go through to be eaten. It was just sad. You know, to watch your fellow pig be stabbed in the heart, be burned, be opened up and then be chopped, knowing that you're next. Sigh.
|8 huge pigs were butchered|
|The groom. He's not allowed to help. His friends and relatives say they can handle everything for him.|
|Firewoods. A whole lot of firewoods.|
|Not for the faint of heart. Blood gushes out with every last breath the pig takes.|
|A local kid worries while the pig cries out for his dear life.|
|Friends and relatives, armed with their own itaks, come here to help .|
|I got nothing but respect to these people still practicing Bayanihan up to these days.|
|Heart is heavier than the bag.|
We had to go home not because we're scared of my mom, but we did not have their blessing anymore. We waited for the bus. And waited.... and waited.
It was past 10am. We realized we actually missed the bus this time! Oh well. We just waited for the 11 am bus. And waited... and waited. No bus arrived.
We went to the Municipal Hall and asked the personnel there. He said there was no 11am bus going to Baguio. The next one will be at 1pm! How did we spent those last two hours? We saw people riding on top of the jeepneys and thought that would be fun, so we went to Bontoc! Plus, we heard there would be a local festival there so we better check that out.
|They call this Topload style.|
|With a friendly German lady.|
|Hello Baguio, Goodbye Baguio.|
We got home around 12am. Snap back to reality. After we showed our photos to my family, my boyfriend went home immediately. He still has work at 8am the next day. As we kissed goodbye, we shared a little smile. That was enough. Our little adventure will definitely have its sequel, soon.