Philippine Travel Notes

When it was time to move, the kind owner of Yzza’s Eatery left her cashiering table and went out to the roadside to personally pick a trike who could take me to the windmills and back. Hmm, that was sweet of her. The trike ride from the highway to the beach (yes, those windmills are on the beach) was rather bumpy. The road we took was just a narrow pathway which driver says was a shortcut. And it is not easy for a passenger of an Ilocos trike to be in such a situation. Its too cramped inside that your head touches the roof so that at every movement of the tricycle you risk bumping your head on either the roof or the metal posts of the cab. Ah, I transferred to ‘back of the driver’. Splendid with a views! So we arrived at the beach, click click click and that’s it, time to go. Really?! Nah, I stayed for more. Although it would have been nice to talk to someone in the know about those gigantic ‘electric fans’, but there was no one around. Workers and their engineers were out somewhere st

I was poised to walk the 1km roadway going back to the highway from the Cape Bojeador lighthouse. On a noontime! That’s how I went up there, so it was natural that I do the same going back down. Even if I did not want to cuz its not as if there’s any commute from up there hehe. How I dreamed of having a skateboard at that very time hehe. Imagine, rolling and sliding on a perennially descending good concrete road?! Wow! Okay, as if I know how to ride that thing hahaha! But I was not even 10 meters down on my descent when a trike came from behind and stopped beside me. The smiling driver said “tara sir, ihatid ko na kayo sa baba”. I asked “magkano”. He said “fifty pesos lang”. I said no and continued my walk. He asked me “magkano ba”? I said I actually don’t mind walking but if he will charge me twenty pesos, I’ll hop in. He said “thirty” and okay, I agreed hehe. Hmm, that should have been expensive, but what the hell, my stomach was grumbling! During the ride, I learned from this driver