Then, Banaue

The day started early with a ride to Bangaan, Banaue. My mother in a jeepney is priceless. She looks okay, ya think?





DSLRs take "camwhoring" (I really don't like that word) to the next level. There were more shots, of course. This proved to be the okay-looking one. I think. "Whatevs," says Bryanboy. Gorm looks sleepy. I look like I just swallowed a whole block of cheese.



Years back, I had altophobia. I didn't know anything about classical conditional then, but I got over it soon enough. We made a quick stop at some hanging bridge. I had a grand time jumping up and down to freak my mother out. Yes, evil.





Random terraces. This isn't the one you see on postcards, but it's still as beautiful.









A short stop here.







Look what we saw :-)



Here I am, about to be fed. Can't you see I'm hungry after all that rough road?



ShoutoutZz to the ChuliPazZzz!



The driver, the tour guide, and some person. Nagsabot asa sunod manulis. That's the standard Ifugao home. Co-zy!



The infamous Plaza-Independencia-yaya-pose!





The Bangaan terraces. Still not the one you see on postcards, though. Those houses are an eyesore, I think. Maybe it's the building materials they use. If they stuck to something more 'primitive' or complementary to the greeneries, I guess it'd look better.



Most of the day was probably spent picking on my mother. Here she is at the side of the road, paying homage to her skin.



Obviously bored, I fixed her shawl to make her look like those beautiful Afghan women on Time Magazine (or something like that.) Coolness!