Baguio Trip Day 2

This is the second part of my Baguio blog post.

The next morning we woke up early for the ride to the strawberry farm. While waiting for the others to wake up, we wandered around the front of the lodge, where many pine trees grew. Little baby pinecones hung on the branches of the pines, inspiring me to take some home as souvenirs. We looked around the bases of the pines until we found two fallen pinecones – a long and fairly big one for me and a tiny baby pinecone for Mom.

Pine Trees 1

Pine Trees 2

After our pinecone-picking and once everyone was up, we got in the van for the ride to the strawberry farm. We stopped at a fast food restaurant for breakfast, where I had another cup of hot chocolate that was just as bitter as my last one. This restaurant was very close to the farm, so in no time we saw a sign with an arrow that said “Strawberry Farm.”

When the van pulled into the area that served as a parking space, I couldn’t see the farm. What I could see were a small market and the dirt parking area. Once we got down, we saw that the farm was on land lower than where we were standing, which explained why I couldn’t see it earlier. We went down and came across a farmer who would serve as our guide. He led us to his farmland, which was almost at the boundary of the farm. We walked alongside a shallow ditch that wove in between the columns of crops until we reached a patch of strawberry plants with many red strawberries. The farmer taught us how to harvest the fruits – by holding the strawberry up and severing its stem with our nails, always being careful not to crush the strawberry. Another farmer came and handed out woven baskets to be filled up with freshly picked strawberries.

Aside from the soil covering the roots of the plants, a long black trash bag was placed over them, leaving only the leaves and the fruits poking up through holes in the bag. Across the shallow ditch there were also other crops that weren’t strawberry plants planted in the same way.

Since I had my own basket, I wove on my own through the narrow path between the rows of crops, looking for the ripest, biggest, and reddest strawberries I could find. After some time, when I had myself a basket that was almost full, I noticed a strange-looking strawberry. It was twice the size than a normal strawberry and looked distorted somehow. I picked it, hoping it was one of the twin strawberries that I had heard of. Once all of us were ready, we began to hike back to where we came from. On the way, we passed a farmer hunched over some crops. I took the chance to ask her about my weird strawberry. To my dismay, she said that it was a wide strawberry but not a twin one.

Strawberry Farm

Strawberry Farm

Strawberry Farms 3

Strawberry Farm from Afar

Strawberry Farms 2

Me with My Strange Strawberry

Strawberry Farms 4

View from the Strawberry Farm

Back at the entrance, we had our baskets full of strawberries weighed to see if they reached one kilogram. Our guide was very generous and even added several more strawberries to the baskets, making them weigh over a kilo. We also tried some of what we would call “dirty ice cream” near the exit. We call it dirty ice cream because it was sold on the street and not at an ice cream shop or supermarket. Nevertheless, it tasted as good as the ice cream we usually bought at malls – maybe even better. The real strawberries they added were a nice touch. It was so delicious that my younger cousin had five cones!

We then went to the marketplace I mentioned earlier, which turned out to be a very long row of stalls selling items from broccoli to t-shirts. There were also many snack items (or “pasalubong,” as we call them) for tourists to bring home. As we went around, Mom explained that the fruits and vegetables sold here in La Trinidad were cheaper than what we could buy at home or in Manila. This is because aside from the additional cost of shipping, there may be one or more middlemen in the trade who would raise the price for profit whereas here the crops were grown close by, so customers didn’t pay much for shipping. Also, any farmer who harvested his own crops could just set up a stall and sell them, making the goods very cheap.

One of the things I was keeping my eye out for in the market was a pair of gloves. It was getting rather cold in Baguio and we forgot to bring any gloves. But as we neared the end of the line of stalls, we still hadn’t found any. When we asked around, the vendors only pointed in the direction of the end of the market. On the way to the last stall, we bought a crocheted strawberry wallet that I really liked. Once we reached the last store, we still hadn’t found any clothes store that sold gloves until the vendor told us that there was another marketplace across the street.

The few stalls outside the street sold mostly clothes. And to my delight, they also sold knitted gloves! We also got a crocheted strawberry pouch that you could hang around your neck and a snow tiger hat. The hat looked like a snow tiger stuffed toy that you could wear as a hat. On the way back to the van we passed the long line of stalls again, where we bought some pasalubong to bring home. These included strawberry jam and peanut brittle, both of which I was excited to try.

Our next stop was one of our last ones. We were going to Tam-Awan Village, which I had heard nothing about. Mom and I guessed that it would be a village with some natives to show us around. When we got to the entrance, though, we saw that it was less of a village and more of a hike. We climbed up a steep dirt staircase until we came to some flat ground where there were some nipa huts. We had to take off our shoes and watch our heads as we came into a hut. Inside was a collection of paintings. For some reason the rest of my family was in a hurry, so my mom and I didn’t get to take a close look at all of the paintings.

Next we sat down at a table in a bigger hut that served as a restaurant. Right outside the entrance were some dancers who would show the audience some native dances. Apparently we were watching from the wrong side because they were facing an audience across from us. There were also a few paintings of people hung on the walls of the restaurant that we were able to take pictures of.

Tam-Awan Painting 1

Tam-Awan Painting 2

While waiting for the food to arrive my mom and I decided to walk on the trail and explore. My cousin also came along with us and we began the long hike to the very top of the trail. On one side of the path we could see a dense forest of trees. One our other side we could look down and see how far up we were. At the bottom was a pond where many koi fish swam. For some reason koi fish seemed common in Baguio. We hiked and hiked, occasionally passing a small nipa hut that seemed like a checkpoint.

A couple of times Mom pointed out a flat area of ground and thought that it was the end of the path. It was funny whenever we found out that there was more walking to be done and even if Mom told us to turn around and climb back down, my cousin and I both still wanted to continue. We got our way and we reached a small clearing where there was a metal pole with chimes hung on it. There was also another narrower path that we hadn’t been to but since even I was tired, we rang the chimes for luck and went down the steep staircase.

The climb down was harder than the hike up. There were several times where the step was higher than usual and instead of gently stepping down I just jumped down. After some time I discovered that the easiest way down was to go quickly and just jump down the tricky parts. This lead to me being ahead of my mom and cousin by many steps. I would run down the trail and pause for a while until they were fairly close before continuing down. Later we found out that we had gone the wrong way. We were supposed to go up a gentle uphill path and then go down the hard staircase.

Before returning to the hotel we went back to the market outside the boundary of the strawberry farm. This market was a walking distance away from the few stalls that sold clothes we had visited earlier. We were able to buy another animal hat for me (this time a duck) and a couple of gifts for my friends which I’m not going to reveal because they might be reading this and I want it to be a surprise. This was our final stop for our outing.

I had lots of fun during my first stay in Baguio. There were many sights to see, and I’m sure we didn’t get to see all of them. This trip was a truly memorable time of my life. I’m very excited for the next time I will visit Baguio City.


Baguio Trip Day 1

I know that this isn’t one of my usual posts, because it isn’t about Minecraft or cats, but I still want to blog about a very memorable journey my family and I went on. Since this is going to be a very long post if I tell my story in one go, I’ll be separating it into parts. This will be part one.


On January 2 to 4, 2015, my family went on a very special trip. This trip is my very first trip to Baguio City! I was very excited to go, seeing as Baguio is one of the coldest places in the Philippines and I’ve always loved the cold.

My mom and I joined my uncle, aunt, cousins, and grandparents on the six-hour trip to Baguio. When we finally started the climb to the city, I was surprised by how long, steep, and winding the road was. It seemed to alternate between going uphill and downhill, much like a very long roller coaster. Soon the road only went uphill and we were amazed by the view we saw.

The mountains that from afar looked like big masses of land were covered in a forest of trees. They appeared to blend perfectly with each other, creating a beautiful mountain range. I didn’t think I had ever seen that many trees all in one place. The pale blue sky was cloudless save for a single white cloud that seemed to make a border between the mountains and the sky.

We continued climbing what seemed like the highest mountain of all and started to see clusters of buildings on the mountain next to us. Before long we caught sight of a mass of buildings that stood out against the green trees. The mass that was Baguio City looked like it was embedded in the mountainside. After all the hours spent in the van, we were finally close to our destination.

Baguio City was just like a normal city, if you took away all its winding roads. Another thing that made it unique – and the thing that I had been looking forward to – was the cold. Once we stepped outside the van in front of the lodge where we would be staying, I felt the thrill of being in the cold air. Mom was right – it was like being in an air-conditioned room.

Even though the rest of my family was wrapped up in their jackets, I was fine in just my long-sleeved shirt. I did, though, taste some hot chocolate in the restaurant where we ate lunch. Even though my mom had warned me that it would be bittersweet, I was surprised by how bitter it was. Even with melted marshmallows, it wasn’t sweet enough for my liking.

After lunch, we paid a visit to the BenCab museum. The three-story building even had a cafe, a backyard garden, and a pond. I especially liked the pond, with a nipa hut in its center, because of the many koi fish you could see swimming around. The museum itself had many paintings and sculptures, most of which were made out of wood. There were many little wooden statues of men called bululs of different sizes. I was also fond of two cat sculptures, both made by people my mom knew.

BenCab Front

BenCab Front

BenCab (from back)

BenCab Back


BenCab Garden

BenCab Garden

Bulul Wall

Wall of Bululs

Cat Sculpture

Cat Sculpture

Picasso Cat

Picasso Cat

There were also many paintings, a couple of which were made by an artist my aunt knew personally. There was also a separate room labelled “Maestro” filled with paintings made by known artists. I preferred the paintings by the other artists that weren’t part of the maestro collection, though. In addition to these, there were several woven bags and baskets used by the natives of Cordillera.

After our visit to the museum, we were finally able to rest in our hotel rooms. My mom and I had our own little room with two beds, each with its own orange comforter. I thought that the night wouldn’t be that cold and I probably wouldn’t need a comforter, but even in the middle of the afternoon I was able to fall asleep under one.

For dinner we went to a pizza place near the hotel. Since the waitress serving us said that the food would arrive in thirty minutes, my mom and I visited Wright Park, which was right across the street.

The reason I wanted to go to Wright Park was because of the many, many horses. There was a shallow but wide pit where several horses would wait to be ridden by any visitors. A few horses were already trotting around with riders. Aside from the ones in the pit, there were also numerous horses on street level being led by people who would ask us if we wanted to ride. There were even some white horses with their manes dyed pink and a tiny horse that was less than half my height!

I wasn’t interested in horseback riding, though. What I wanted was to be able to be with the horses and pet them. I got my wish – I was allowed to stroke the horses’ manes and heads. Each horse was unique – some had very soft fur while some had rough fur, some had coarse manes while some had fluffier manes, some were very tall while some were short.

Once we got back to the hotel, we prepared for our first night’s stay. We were worried at first because the bathroom didn’t seem to have hot water. The water that came out of the tap with a red stripe was cold. We found out that you just had to let the water run until it became warm. It was a relief when we finally had hot water to warm ourselves up with. Mom told me that the night would be very cold, so aside from the comforter I used a yellow fleece blanket I had brought along with me. However, I woke up once or twice feeling hot. When I took the comforter off, it became too chilly. I ended up just sleeping in the same bed as Mom under the same comforter.

Hotel at Camp John Hay

Hotel at Camp John Hay

So this concludes part one of my Baguio Trip blog. I’ll be posting the next part soon.