At around 2 or 3am, we sped down a dark and misty uphill road to chase a beautiful sunrise view on top of a mountain. There were no street lights but the driver was able to navigate with ease.
Jeremie and I sat in the front seat and had a conversation with the driver. He seemed to have a distinctly American accent for someone who grew up in Sagada. He said that there used to be a lot of hippies from the US who traveled to Sagada in the 70s.
Things I learned from the driver:
- Most people in their community believed in animism. This is the belief that when people die, their spirits roam with them in this world.
- Non-locals can't purchase property in Sagada. This is to ensure locals can own property in their own land. However, some outsiders purchase property through marriage. I have not, however, verified if this is accurate or not.
The place suddenly felt too crowded as soon as more vans arrived. It was getting really hard to move without bumping into people.
Disappointment number two came when we realized there was no sunrise. It was too cloudy. I bet we weren't the only ones disappointed.
Our next destination was in an orange farm known for orange-picking. Unfortunately for us, they ran out of oranges for people to pick. Great.
Nothing seems to be going our way, so we decided to drop by a restaurant for breakfast.
Afterward, it was time for a 2-hour morning hike
No sweat. We started like this and ended like fish-out-of-water
We learned our lesson the other day and got a guide from the information booth.
Wait for me guys! I think I might get an award for being the slowest trekker. I have this fear of heights and this theory that my clumsiness will eventually kill me. Seriously dumb ways to die
We reached the waterfalls. We didn't swim though. We just looked at the crowd and headed back up
It was exhausting and sweltering, but we survived the hike