I have memories of being in this city with my family back in high school. I have fond memories of eating fresh vegetables, riding horses, and walking the hilly streets. Those were the days when the parents did all the planning and spending while we kids follow their lead and enjoy the trip.
Baguio is crowded. The road heading to the city was packed with vehicles.
Japanese tori gate in the middle of the park.
We went into a dark cave. Luckily, I have my trusty flashlight with me.