The 8th Wonder of the World! Banaue!

The main reason for me coming back to the Philippines was to see the rice terraces in Banaue. Last time it wasn't in our itinerary, but I had seen pictures and heard stories about it so I knew I had to go. The main problem is getting there: even though it isn't that far, the bus ride takes some eight hours from Manila and all the buses are at night. These are not big, comfortable nicely air-conditioned buses. No, they are cramped and dusty and almost impossible to sleep in. I got a couple of hours of sleep, but when we finally arrived in Banaue, Catie and I were exhausted.
Upon leaving the awful buses, we were greeted by a handsome and friendly tour guide. For quite a cheap price he led us on an amazing tour through the rice terraces. He brought us up to the terraces and, on the way, we met some of the locals who you can see on the left. I don't really like taking pictures of people I don't know, especially when they are older and obviously from a very different culture, as I feel like a voyeur. They however prodded us to taking a picture and then asked for money. Fun. After snapping a picture we continued to the main attraction. As old as Christ, the terraces cover some 4000 square feet. I wish my step-dad, a hydrologist, could have been with us because the irrigation system was amazing. The one problem was the weather. Since we only had a day, we had to make do with a lot of fog, some light rain, and really muddy terraces. I wouldn't have been surprised if someone had ever been seriously injured on these treks since we were walking along these narrow stone and/or mud walls with a rice paddy on one side and a steep incline on the other. Catie did actually fall in at one point, but luckily we both came out of our three-hour trek alive (though muddy and exhausted).

Can you imagine walking on this for three hours? In the rain?

LOVE IT!

Last Day in the Philippines: the Beach and Clark Airport

Catie is amazing to travel with. We took a bus from Banaue back to Manila only to take another bus to the Subic Bay area for some beach time. Even though this meant a second night of hardly any sleep in a row, my travel buddy had such a positive attitude. Since we were exhausted, however, we spent the day on the beach reading. It was a lovely beach and I'm sure in the summer it was quite popular. In February, however, we were practically alone.

If our day was relaxing, our night was anything but. We had to fly out at 6:30 AM from Clark Airport which is near Angeles City (about an hour north of Manila). We arrived there to find the grungiest and seediest place I've ever been to in my life. Clark was once an American air force base so prostitution was, and still is, quite rampant. With the soldiers gone, however, the DOMs (dirty old men) came out to play. Every bar was a strip bar, and all the couples were old, old men and beautiful young women. I guess if both the man and woman are happy with what they are getting I shouldn't complain, but it was just not the best place for Catie and I; we definitely stood out. We were the youngest travelers there by far, and Catie was the only foreign woman. We still wanted a good time, however, so we spent the night at a karaoke bar, drank a few beers, and slowly became more and more confident with out singing abilities. I wouldn't recommend going to Angeles to anybody unless they need to fly out of the airport early in the morning. Or if you are a DOM.

Deaf Party in Manila

Catie and I didn't head out of Manila as quickly as we originally planned because we were invited to a Deaf party that a Gallaudet University student had prepared. The food was great and we had a good time playing a dice/gambling game for nickels and dimes. Our hosts were wonderful and from my experience I have to say that Filipino families are amazingly warmhearted.
Part of the meal included balot, which is a fertilized duck egg. It doesn't sound that appealing, right? It really doesn't taste that great either. I imagine if you ate it often you might come to like it, but its ghastly appearance and awkward texture (the duck by this time has formed feathers) makes for a not so delicious meal.

What a good guest

The party lasted until the afternoon and we ended up just driving around in the car for a while before buying tickets to our next destination. The last dinner in Manila was at a cute Chinese restaurant (getting ready for Hong Kong!). Manila has a pretty large Chinese population, and their Chinatown is pretty decent. It reminded me, oddly, of Boston, which has a pretty decent and fun Chinatown. Why isn't there one in Seoul!

Arriving in Manila

Back in October I spotted crazy cheap one-way tickets from Seoul to Manila. They were two dollars before taxes, and with taxes they were only about forty-five bucks. Catie and I snatched them up thinking even if we didn't end up having the right time for vacation in February, it wouldn't have been that great of a waste. Luckily, our vacations lined up and after some further planning we decided to go to the Philippines for four days before continuing our adventures in SE Asia.
I have a good friend in Manila that I met through BH. His father owns some chicken factories so we like to joke that he is the chicken prince. Part of being the chicken prince is apparently having a private driver, so Catie and I were picked up by the prince at the airport and brought to his brilliant apartment after a traditional Filipino meal.

Sour soup and oh so delicious sisig

Although Filipino food does not top my list of favorite ethnic cuisines, I love the sourness found in a lot of the foods and calamansi has to be my favorite citrus fruit. In the Philippines, they tend to use the unripe and green calamansi, which tastes like a slightly sweeter lemon. I love it on everything!
After dropping our bags off at the princes' palace, we continued our journey to Intramuros, the old Spanish town which I visited back in 2010. Intramuros means the area within the walls surrounding the historic center of Manila where, in comparison to other European colonies, all sorts of ethnic groups lived and worked. The weather was amazing, and after the brutality of a Seoul February it was just a pleasure to wander through the beautiful park near Fort Santiago, which was used as a prison for that Filipino national hero Jose Rizal. Part of Fort Santiago is a museum dedicated to the life and works of Rizal who was both an activist and writer. To the left, you can see Catie and Ace walking in the last footsteps of Rizal toward his execution in December of 1896.
Intramuros is also the location of a bunch of historic churches and some pretty great architecture. Although I had been to this part of Manila before, it was great to explore it once again.

Catie with a cannon in Fort Santiago

San Agustin Church (a UNESCO World Heritage Site)

The adventure around Intramuros over, we hopped into the private car and went for some pineapple-infused chicken at our friends place. Delicious. The evening was a little lackluster with a visit to the Mall of Asia (gigantic but a mall is a mall) and a fractured view of a huge firework event: Korea vs Malta. The show was alright, but in order to get a good view you had to pay a heavy price for front-row seats at a nice restaurant in the mall. Being cheap travelers, we watched it from a more obstructed angle. By this time, Catie and I were exhausted and headed home to some warm beds and a great sleep.