“Just drive first. We’ll figure out the “where” later.” Those two sentences pretty much sum up our road trip back in August this year. We didn’t know where to go at first, but we ended up in Ilocos and got lost a few times–it was great.
First stop was Vigan, Ilocos Sur.
Kalesa. You can take a tour by riding one for 150 pesos. We chose to walk. Walking on Vigan Heritage Village is divine–no matter what the weather is.
Souvenir shops that sell all kinds of things line up at the alley. From old wood furnitures…
…suns with different faces (dunno what they are for)…
…and even bottles.
There are also several chairs lined up at Calle Crisologo. Too bad you couldn’t sit on them because they’re wet.
Speaking of rain, it was pouring really hard when we went to Ilocos. It was difficult to take pictures. Either the lens kept on getting wet or I was stuck under a roof of some random old house. I still managed to take pictures, though.
The rain stopped once in a while.
Leaving Vigan sucks. There’s no other way to put it. I wanted to stay longer and take more pictures. I badly wanted to see the Calle Crisologo at night, too. But, that didn’t happen. Apparently, for a trip with no itinerary whatsoever, we had a very tight schedule. The plan was to go to every beautiful place possible in Ilocos for two days.
So in Ilocos Norte we went.
Paoay Church is magnificent. Pictures don’t do it any justice. I promised myself to go back there in a much better weather.
The front door was closed.
Next stop: Pagudpud.
Bantay Abot Cave.
This view is hidden. You have to climb up the cave to see this.
The Blue Lagoon beach in Pagudpud, ladies and gentlemen.
I only managed to take two decent pictures in Bangui. I was also hoping for more clouds.
By the way, we bought the cheapest umbrellas sold at Two Brothers in Vigan. They were worth every peso simply because the colors look wonderful on camera.
White rock formation. People weren’t allowed to go near the rocks, and we don’t know why. Maybe to prevent any accident because they were slippery or something.
I caught a glimpse of the Heritage Village at night before we went home. Oh, the joy!
Those two days were fleeting. I wish we had more time. More time to eat good food, talk with random strangers, walk on unfamiliar streets, take pictures. I wish we had more time to get lost in Ilocos. Well, maybe next time.