Ever since I have first set my foot on the turfs of Baguio in February, I have always loved the place. Maybe I really do have a strong penchant for cold places.
Hence, when Mama and I were planning what we were going to do together while they are here (for my graduation), I suggested that we should go to Baguio. I also remember her telling me last February that she would like to accompany me to Baguio when they come over for my graduation, so that we can tour the place together. That was when she took pity of me since I was not able to visit the tourist spots on my first visit. And that unfortunate predicament took place because my friend Jason Paul “Jap” Nishiguchi, who promised to go with me and show me around on my first visit to Baguio, decided not to show up on the night of our travel — without any sort of notice that he’s not coming, without any explanation or apology afterwards, and without hearing from him that night even when I called him a gazillion times and even when he assured me earlier that day that he was all set for the trip.
That’s how Jason Paul Nishiguchi rolls.
And yes, I do not hate him. I hate what he did because I had to travel alone to Baguio (believe me, ‘traveling alone’ was not my issue; it was going to a place so deeply meaningful to me for the first time, knowing it will be life-changing, and
wanting needing any of my persons to be there). So this is simply a smear campaign… a childish attempt at vengeance and justice.
And by the way, as a sign of repentance for his sin(s), Jason Paul Nishiguchi has already vowed to treat me sometime this month to an upscale all-you-can-eat Korean restaurant, upon my suggestion of course. If he will not bail out on me on this one, then I might just be able to award him my forgiveness. (Taray noh? Haha) We shall see.
So going back, we pushed for our Baguio trip. I, Mama, Papa, my uncle, Auntie, and her sons were supposed to go. But on the eve of the travel, one of my aunt’s sons had a fever so they decided not to go. Only 5 of us (including the hired driver) pushed with the trip.
Here are our pictures in the Philippines’ summer capital:
Papa, Lonewulf, and Mama
Mama, my uncle Manny, Papa
Pampanga breakfast stopover
First Stop: Holy Land
We all thought it was a religious shrine of some sort. When we got there, we realized it was like a theme park.
Mama said she learned about this place on the news and she wanted to visit it. So visit we did.
But then we learned that the entrance fee is P350. So we decided to just wait in the car. Mama went in the theme park alone.
Next stop: Baguio Botanical Garden
Me wearing an Ifugao native costume
Some more pictures in the botanical garden
Good thing we had a tour guide who volunteered to take pictures of us. 🙂
Papa and I were too lazy to get out of the car at this point, so we just sat and ate corn. Mama and her brother though went for a quick photo op.
Mines View Park
Spectacular view of the mountains. I was not able to locate mining sites though.
This is Mama attempting to murder the pink pony. Lol. Just kidding.
After the exhausting many hour trip, we rested in our rented apartelle.
It was spacious and I liked it a lot. There was a shower with heater, refrigerator, kitchen utensils, a cable TV and a good WiFi connection. I can practically live in this place forevah.
The view from our balcony (overlooking Baguio City). Noice.
The evening view.
When we were trying to locate the apartelle, we encountered a very steep slope that almost gave Mama and Papa a heart attack (figuratively, of course). So the original plan of going to the market and buying food to be cooked was cancelled.
Mama just purchased canned goods and noodles from a sari-sari store nearby, much to my and my uncle’s dismay.
No adobong pusit, no ginisang kalabasa, nada. 😦 We ended up having these for dinner. The misua was Mama’s attempt to console me. She knew it would make me smile from ear to ear. 🙂
Philippine Military Academy
I tried to contact a classmate from MS Finance who was a PMA graduate to see if he was there. Too bad, he was able to reply only after we had left for Camp John Hay.
Also, we were not able to take pictures of Camp John Hay because there was an event going on, a marathon or race of some sort.
Our last stop before we left was the famous rock lion in Kennon Road.
We had fun with the hats so we did not take ’em off. Lol. Each cost P100, but we were able to haggle P260 for the 3.
Lunch stopover somewhere near Urdaneta. We were all craving for bulalo.
So into a bulalohan we went. 🙂
And of course, to cap this entry, here are my compulsory I-am-so-bored-here-at-the-backseat-so-Imma-take-photos-of-meself shots.
Baguio was a really nice place. How I wish Metro Manila is as cold as Baguio.
I enjoyed the city even more because I was with family. Hey, I realized this was the first time that me, Mama, and Papa (that is our entire family, by the way) went for a vacation all together! 🙂
Hrmmm… Now I want us to go to more places! Let’s see… how many months or years do I have to skip eating to be able to purchase three plane tickets to Hong Kong…