What is physically tiring?
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I woke up as Jear rustled about, checked the time and realized it was before 5:30 am!!!
Out of habit but with less enthusiasm as I stayed till midnight watching the closing episode of Temptation Island, I then invited myself to joining him walk around the beach.
Barely gargling and without washing up I hurriedly followed. The moment we stepped out we were already getting sentimental and gaga over taking pictures. I was uttering my silent thanksgiving prayers while inhaling in the morning air and smell of sea water or Jear?!
It continued to amaze both of us to watch the crashing of the violent waves on the rocks and corals as the tide was still high. A jacket helped protect me from the great crisp morning air.
Several videos and pictures later we opted to get the Ilocandia breakfast from the hotel's restaurant.
Andy opted to skip breakfast and was in his usual autistic state.
We then quickly packed and prepared for the tricycle(a motorcycle with a cart attached to it) who was picking us up for the Southern Pagudpud tour. Boy was I excited!
As Jear was adamant in sitting at the back of the motor driver which was more spacious compared to the horribly cute and uncomfortable tricycle cart, I took the spot even before the driver wheeled it around to depart.
Stopping from time to time to take great snaps of the Cordillera, South China Sea, and rice fields ready for harvesting, we finally reached the first part of our tour after 30 mins...the Windmills!!
Having no known windmill locations in the country other than here in Pagudpud, it was a thrill to finally see it up close. The electricity coming from the 20 windmills as we found out are sold..to neighboring cities I guess, as the city itself already had sufficient power. Interesting.
As Jear and I were shooting away with our cameras, Andy walked to us with a huge stick, scaring me looking like Moses ready to part the red sea, or stab us. This he autistically used to draw whatever symbol on the sand.
I got frustrated that he could not get a perfect shot of Jear and me holding hands while doing a jump shot so here I am bitterly including it in this blog.
With just a few equally excited students we were free to romp around in leisure.
Swapping with Jear in the motor's backseat, we went on to the unexpectedly most gruelling part of our trip, going to 'Kapurpurawan' meaning white.
Without an idea of what this was all about we were faced with a horribly rough road (imagine this while riding the cute tricycle) that almost tipped over our vehicle at various points.
After getting off the tricycle and walking through a grass clearing we were faced with what looked like Mordor in Lord of the Rings. A long path of hardened corals on the left and patches of grass growing on God knows what on the right, all interspersed with flowing water and crevices.
The name of the location was taken from the huge white rock that was at the far end of the wasteland. Jear was unstoppable, without wasting a moment nor looking back he trekked the long, difficult and dangerous walk through the sharp corals. Andy, after taking a few pictures amazingly followed on, leaving me to figure out whether or not it was worth seeing the rock up close.
Halfway through I so wanted to quit, seeing the 2 so far ahead and finding navigating through the corals too tiring and dangerous as a slip could mean a really bad injury. This task was not made easier by just wearing flip flops so if you guys decide to take this adventurous trip better be smart with your footwear. I had to concentrate on where to pass as there were gaps in the corals that you had to jump over or avoid, washing my muddy feet from time to time in water with microbes I did not want to think about.
Being the last in the amazing race, Jear waved at me from atop the huge rock and finally got to climb up after a few minutes. The rock was more fun and easier to ascend. After helping Jear find an easier way to reach the top for a great shot, we took our time savoring the prize and viewing the entirety of Mordor.
Reaching the top I realized, I almost missed this had I chosen to cower with my tail behind my legs from the challenge of walking towards it!! I honestly learned a valuable lesson there.
This is definitely not a touristy area so better be careful as one wrong move might as far as I think seriously cost you a part of your limb.
The walk back was a far easier task, after discovering that the grassy path was the better way. Washing off our feet quickly in the watering holes, fearing a few men with fishing spears who were calling out to us (no idea why!) we finally reached the tricycle and went on our last stop.
The Cafe Bojeador lighthouse built in 1892 was the last on our list.
We took a few minutes to bond with other tourists taking shots in the small area while cooling our faces in one of the broken windows. What was sad about the place was how dilapidated it was, with the museum having broken glass displays and being terribly musty making me opt to just peek in, and a fly swarmed toilet, wishing the caretaker would do his job better for this interesting tourist spot.
The tricycle then dropped us off by the main road and helped us get a shuttle going back to Laoag that lasted an hour then grabbed and munched on a few snacks on the 2 hour bus to Vigan.
First thing we did upon reaching Vigan was grab lunch at the closest fastfood from where our bus dropped us off which was Jollibee, at 4:30 pm! Andy quietly but famishingly gobbled on his burger as he didn't get any breakfast (poor thing!) I on the other hand rushed off to the toilet with my towel and facial wash to freshen up.
A storm was starting to descend on this historic city and our short tour was more for trophy pictures more than sightseeing.
I did get hilarilously wet with Jear while descending one of the bell towers as I remembered too late that I had my umbrella in my bag. Andy and I also finally got to take our first calesa (horse carriage) Php150/hr ride, hurrah!! and I was able to buy the sausages, popped corn (chichacorn) and rice cakes I so longed for which were the regions specialty.
After walking a bit to view the old houses we finally took the bus going back home. This our butts had to endure for another 8 hours, ugh, and another 1.5 hour for me as I lived farther than the 2 from Manila.
This day had been by far one of the most exhausting days I'd ever had in my travelling life but I would have definitely not missed it for anything.