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Chillin’ at Villa Escudero

Villa Escudero straddles the border of Laguna and Quezon provinces south of Manila. The entire place is owned and managed by the Escudero family. The motif includes rural life in the Philippines, Castilian and turn of the century collections both local and foreign. You have to see it yourself.

Since 2008 when I last visited, they no longer allow cameras into the pink church/gallery of collections. The collection contained in the church/gallery is virtually a hodgepodge. Stuffed animals and petrified butterflies and insects above, life-sized Catholic saints below. However. it’s not accurate to say they’ve put the heavyweight articles on display on the first floor and the lightweight ones on the balcony, because there’s a vintage deep-sea diving suit and helmet which resembles an astronaut’s gear rather than a diver’s up there. It looks as if it might weigh a ton (Sealab 2020, an animated TV show decades ago, had this aqua gear).

The pink church looks Castilian, but the garden in front of the church seems Victorian in contrast.

The carabao, named Madonna, pulls this thing on which guests travel from one area to the next in this vast place. Guests are assisted by Filipino-costumed usherettes.

One of the usherettes sat beside the guitar man who played familiar Filipino folk songs, some I learned as a kindergarten student. You half expect these two musicians (the usherette sings the melody) to play Filipino love songs and then end up surprised that you know the tune and some of the lyrics of their songs, so I ended up singing second voice.

You get to Villa Escudero presumably hungry so they have a Filipino buffet al fresco dining, feet dipped in water falling from a man-made dam. Some tables are sufficiently covered by leaves of trees, but the part where a waterfall forms, is uncovered. The current from the waterfall is gentle but the area is very slippery so it makes sense actually to wear aqua shoes to lunch.

The right side is where the one buffet table is situated, so there’s quite a long line, but you can go back to the table for more food. No spoons and forks, you get chopsticks. You may also want to bathe beneath the waterfall, or skip doing that and just opt to go swimming in their pool.

We went rafting in the man-made lake that fed the waterfall. It looked easy to maneuver the bamboo rafts, but the execution was harder than we thought. Technique was still necessary to be able to paddle away from the platform and get the raft back. The men who handed us paddles and life jackets did not provide the technique so we had to figure it out before we melted under the heat of the noon sun.  Oh by the way, those lakeside huts are for rent in case you want to stay longer than the usual day trip.

P.S. I’ve watermarked my photos here with O.V. as the owner of these images for my Villa Escudero blog.


The Stilts, Calatagan


My sentiments and my family’s exactly. We traveled south of Manila by the dozen. To enjoy nature and the company of one another.


Our first shelter once we got to the resort, wasn’t on water. The cabana’s name was Destiny. Apart from a three-bedroom with AC and three-baths, it had a porch with a hammock where one of us slept through the night, two sunbathing chairs, a parking space, another shed for dining. Overlooking the water directly, it had its own bamboo gazebo. But there’s more in that cove, they have mangroves! Natural assumption, they’ve got fresh seafood. And we were treated by mom to some seafood and grilled pork and chicken for her birthday dinner at the dining shed.


We woke up curious about the breakfast buffet. It was a long walk getting there. But worth it if we wanted to beat some of the guests to the pool and the poolside chairs. The long path was full of flowers. And we had a great time discovering that The Stilts woke up like nature on steroids.


Sure it was a long walk, but the entire place has you reading many stuff if you stop and read the writing on the wood (book excerpts by many authors are everywhere). Paulo Coelho as it turns out, actually loves his daily long walks.


While most of us stayed on the garden path, my aunt and I strayed and walked on the beach, inspecting the reddish coral debris and the multi-hued sigay shells. So much shells to look at, so little time. They kept on calling out to us to catch up or I don’t know, miss the breakfast buffet? We just enjoyed the beach walking barefoot, no one was running or playing about yet and it was so tranquil. I didn’t want to miss breakfast, at least not their coffee, which I was satisfied to find out was the Batangas barako brew sort.


While looking at seashells on the shoreline, we found the boat anchored and behind it, the cabanas on stilts. I have to admit to you, because they had AC, initially, they looked kinda stiff up there. Not relaxed as opposed to Destiny which was our cabana for the meantime because an entire troup had most of the stilted cabanas for a wedding event the previous day. The wedding entourage meant there would be a drone above us. Bummer. I hate the sound of drones and their unwelcome intrusion to one’s head space. Also they could knock you out if they fell.


Where was I? Breakfast buffet. It was a fair table spread. But I just wanted to post this photo of their Batangas barako brew and the yummy noodle dish lomi, because while in Batangas, these are basic in Batangas cuisine. I also scolded myself for immediately commenting that the flowers on the dining tables must be fake. Turns out I was so wrong. Anyway, the barako brew is a strong type, so I guess all that coffee energy got me tangled into the morning impromptu free rhumba course from my aunt right beside our table. Because they were playing fast music! Barako coffee or no barako coffee, I always have a hard time keeping up with her impromptu ballroom dance lessons.


The pool was right beside the buffet pavilion. Water’s nice, warm and truly bluer than blue. It made the white flowers beside the pool seem blue as well. This was where most of us spent the day and even when it was raining, we played Word Factory beside the pool, under the shade.


We eventually got our very own cabana on stilts, named Happiness, for the late afternoon till the next day. It also had a hammock, as it turned out. And three bathrooms. The family area was all white, the couch and pillows white as was the dining nook which had a slim couch tucked under a wooden dining table and a long bench on the opposite-where we continued our Word Factory game till close to midnight. The Stilts do not have television. We didn’t die without the TV fare.

P_20170718_183224_1Watching the sunset together was better than hoping for HD TV. It changed hues, all the colors of jewels right there on the stilts. Don’t change that channel!


So, if I had a quote I wanted written on one of those wooden readables, I’d write: “Life is still good whether you’re down or atop the stilts.” – O.V.

P.S. O.V. is my acronym, and it’s also what I watermarked my photos on this blog with.


Look! The boondocks in Bontoc are alive

P_20170309_164431On my maiden sojourn up to Sagada, on the 10th hour of the epic bus trip up Mountain Province, I woke up to this surreal fog-covered, dream-like area. There was a pit stop, and the bus pulled over a vegetable slash convenience store that served hot coffee. It was freezing when I got off the bus to see what was veiled in this mist. But I was tentative, what if I was unknowingly walking straight off a cliff?

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Fresh broccoli is dirt-cheap in Bontoc. A kilo goes for less than a dollar, or Php 40. The freshness of the produce there is unmatched anywhere else in the country, owing to the crisp cool climate. The veggies they grow and sell are carrots, cucumbers, cauliflowers, lettuce, etc. And when you live in extremely rugged regions like Bontoc, you can’t climb terraces or slopes without consuming vitamin-rich fruits and vegetables. I will also offer an observation that the locals’ complexion shows how veggies make their faces glow.

Anyway, Bontoc was more of a pit stop than a destination on my recent trip, but, I gotta share here some wonderful photos I took that left me in awe of this vast realm of rice terraces, raging rivers and fog-covered mountain roads. I call it an enigma. Not the name of the place, because Bontoc simply comes from the word buntuk meaning a place surrounded by mountains. You can feel the power of the place. Bontoc, unlike the nearby environs of Sagada, Benguet and Banawe may not be talked about often, but just skimming the ridges of the place, really gets you into a Marlboro country slash Lord of the Rings mood. I did say Bontoc is an enigma, so I’ll end the text here, like I won’t talk, so you can see Bontoc for yourself.






Sagada: So good, I gotta plan my return


After 12 hours on a cold bus, the photo above, taken while we were inside the moving bus, was what greeted us in Sagada, up in the northern hinterlands. We survived zigzag-induced nausea, and butt cramps from the looooong bus ride. But hey, many of the passengers were already speaking to tour guides right after we registered and coughed up the environmental fee at the Sagada Tourism Office. Me? No.


I found myself hurrying up, or rather down, because the Main Road was inclined towards the Municipal Hall and Tourism Office. I wanted to get to my home in Sagada, inspect my rented room, make sure that the bathroom had hot water, that the bed had a quilt, and that I had a nice view. Alas, the mayordoma of Lodge Labanet failed to send me a confirmation of my reservation online, but when I found her at the front desk, Auntie Dora explained she got a very bad signal from her telco and couldn’t send me a reply. She disclosed that all over Sagada, the internet was slow. Understood. I spoke to her in Ilocano, which I learned to speak since childhood. Auntie Dora smiled upon hearing me. Perhaps she was sharing this light moment with me because the horde of guests were either still asleep upstairs or the new ones haven’t arrived, so she had time to listen to me. Then she called on one of the chamber ladies to show me to my room just a flight upstairs. When I saw the bright and neat room, I nearly collapsed on the giant bed with my backpack. I had slept on and off during the trip, I desired the big bed. My room had two chairs, a wide cabinet for clothes and a sturdy table for writing, if any writing was going to get done. Then I ran into the bathroom, there were no toiletries provided by the lodge, but I bring my own always and I just need hot water so I switched the faucet on, then the shower, water felt so warm. I checked if the flush worked and it did. I had everything I hoped for.  And then the chamber lady showed the door that led to my balcony and I shrieked telling her in Ilocano how pretty my room was. She left as I put my bag down, locked the door behind me and then returned to the front desk to Auntie Dora, paid her in advance and quickly asked her where the nearest breakfast place was. I needed coffee so badly, the dizzy spell from the zigzag roads was making my head hurt. When I dropped by Sagada Weaving, the warps and wefts of their colorful weaves on the bags, table runners, wallets and pouches reminded me of the zigzag roads on the way to Sagada.



17239632_10210397051657501_1440505721038295415_oSagada has so much food choices. Majority of it, of the garden variety: Oranges, strawberry, blueberry jams and preserves, strawberry, blueberry, rice wines, blueberry and banana muffins, pink-purplish mountain rice, blueberry yogurt, lemon pies, peanut and sunflower seed brittle, vegetables like broccoli and cucumber are cheap and fresh. Sagada tea and Sagada coffee, their brisk sellers. Everyone in Sagada wears thick-hooded jackets, and it’s a perfect place for coffee-bingeing. I sat finishing my delicious breakfast at 9:30am and the weather was a mere 14 degrees C. Sat for a good two hours sipping hot coffee, while I imagined many tourists had already taken off uphill or deep into the forests for their adrenaline fix. I watched the street below the restaurant and the people trudging up the street.


Walking is more like hiking up here in Sagada. The sky seems so near, yet still so far. So I guess, in this cool temperature, one seeks the sun, the openness outside. Breathing in the fresh air, looking at how nature is very expressive all around you.


I entered the Church of St.Mary, and since it’s my first visit to Sagada, I make a wish-the wish is immediately granted as I sit in silence. It’s so peaceful.


The sunset is peaceful. And a harbinger of colder temperature, 12 degrees in the evenings. All sunsets are amazing to me. I say goodbye to the sun, for meeting me up in Sagada.


This shot was taken before nighttime out on my balcony. The air has grown chilly, so I must put on a second pair of socks, my bonnet, wear my fleece jacket and pull its hood over my bonnet, and wrap my fleece blanket around myself. The local dogs, and I see more dogs than people in the middle of the day in Sagada, make their final barking concerts that incredibly echo all around. And I grab my chocolate drink packet from my bag so I could sip something hot before cocooning myself in bed like Goldilocks, tired to the bone. But in contrast to her, I got to sleep in the biggest bed.


And I admit, I never put the alarm on to wake me up at four or five on any morning while in Sagada. I knew that the Kiltepan sunrise worshippers were doing just that and freezing in their knickers as they rode out to await the famous Kiltepan Point Sunrise. I knew there would be quite a number of them up there while I lay sleeping until I wanted to wake up at 7:30am. So I went to the Tourism Office at 8am, and with only two Tourism guides,the other one drove our van up to Kiltepan. When I got there, I was the only tourist and there were no photo bombers. Perfect!


Just look at the view from above. Manong, the one who drove the van, said he was pure Igorot, one of the many northern indigenous tribes. We both spoke Ilocano and I told him I respect the indigenous people. I said to him that I grew up spending my summers in a nearby province where the indigenous were called Itnegs and Tingguians.


Conquering Kiltepan Peak was the highlight of my Sagada adventure. I initially wanted to trek to Lake Danum, but I had to listen to my body, which suggested what I needed was a lot of introspection (sleep). Plus, I couldn’t resist meditating (just sitting) and reading  on the balcony with that beautiful view.




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