I have memories of being there with my family when I was in high school. Those were the days when the family took care of all the planning and spending while we kids follow their lead and enjoy the trip.
Nobody told us our driver was a rootin tootin cowboy. Guess that explains the bumpy ride.
Baguio is overcrowded. The road heading to the city was packed with vehicles. The traffic is comparable to that in Manila.
Brain and gut-flavored taho. Kidding! It’s strawberry.
We visited several tourist traps.
Japanese-themed structure in the middle of the park.
We went into a dark cave. Luckily, I have my trusty flashlight with me.