|Original Itinerary (Was it followed? Nah!)|
We arrived at Baguio around 5 in the morning. We had our cold lugaw and a little Baguio-lovin' reminiscing before taking the bus going to Sagada. We lived in Baguio together before that's why it's so dear to us, but that's another story. The road to Sagada will always be a bittersweet experience. Bitter because of all its twists and turns and when you're quite unlucky, you'll land on a bus having it's seats still covered in plastics which will make your ass slide every twist of the road. Like what we had. I was wearing a skin tight leggings which translates to a slippery clothing when in contact to a plastic seating. It made me sleep less because of the balancing I had to pull off. Well, the sweet side of that was the view. I just adore the mountains and the marvelous terraces our ancestors made for us.
After our lunch, we went straight to the SaGGA office to meet with my contact. Unfortunately he wasn't available so we got assigned to another guide, which I did not regret for even a moment. His name is Sotero. He was older than the usual guides. He told stories about the places and their culture. I thought that was just their usual spiels. Until we really got to know him. He was one of the most genuine person I ever knew. He helped us go through the Echo Valley. It was a place where you'll get to hear your echo once you shout. We had good laughs on how he mimics the shouts of other tourists.
|My Cristo Redentor Pose at the Echo Valley|