Day 5 (02 Nov) - The cold air caught us by surprise. Unprepared, our body shivered as our speech quivered while walking away from the terminal. I kept calling home to find a place to rest only to find one just a few paces away. It's not much but it's convenient and we planned to be outdoors most of the time anyways.
Sleep was elusive for me though. I couldn't breathe through my nose and using my mouth instead caused my throat to itch. At half past two, thankfully drowsiness and fatique won over.
I set the alarm to go off at 6 so we will have ample time to bathe before breakfast at 7.
By 9:15 and after a few wrong turns from the cathedral, we got ourselves aboard plaza/kias/pma (ours is the last stop)puj. Terminal is located at the far end of the Burnham football field. Fare to our destination is 18.50
At 9:20 and 9:25 the jeep passed by the Camp John Hay entrance and Baguio PEZA respectively.
When visiting PMA, there are two things that you shouldn't forget, "Bring Identification" and "Do not wear Slippers". Else, you will be denied admission, as what happened to Annie. Arlen and I hiked the way up which took us almost an hour stopping by the memorials, picnic groves, aviary (which looked neglected), wishing well. Fact is, we took the longer way and we didn't know that PUJs can take passengers as far as the second entrance.
There were still a lot to explore but we were pressed for time. We were due to check out at noon.
After checking out of the inn, we went to Jack's along Session and had had the Jack's special for lunch.
Traffic was bad on our way back. It was almost dark when we alit at the dangwa terminal, missing the stop right next to the public market that we had to walk our way back. There Annie got her local garlic while I got some Kalinga oranges (for my vitamin C boost) and a bag for sis (Php 130).
We had Mcdonald's for dinner and stayed there until it was time for the last full show. We chose "Praybeyt Benjamin" over "Puss in Boots (budget issues). The fun part of it did not hold for long I actually dozed off (and snored audibly) for most of the movie.
It was raining when the movie ended. We were the last non-employees to leave the building. We were at the wrong terminal. Pasay-bound buses are located elsewhere.
Before hailing a taxi, bought a combination of peanut brittle and "lengua de gato" (7 for Php 100).
While in Baguio, relieving one self has never been an issue. Clean toilets are strategically located almost everywhere. Just look for the blue and white structure.
Sleep was elusive for me though. I couldn't breathe through my nose and using my mouth instead caused my throat to itch. At half past two, thankfully drowsiness and fatique won over.
I set the alarm to go off at 6 so we will have ample time to bathe before breakfast at 7.
By 9:15 and after a few wrong turns from the cathedral, we got ourselves aboard plaza/kias/pma (ours is the last stop)puj. Terminal is located at the far end of the Burnham football field. Fare to our destination is 18.50
At 9:20 and 9:25 the jeep passed by the Camp John Hay entrance and Baguio PEZA respectively.
When visiting PMA, there are two things that you shouldn't forget, "Bring Identification" and "Do not wear Slippers". Else, you will be denied admission, as what happened to Annie. Arlen and I hiked the way up which took us almost an hour stopping by the memorials, picnic groves, aviary (which looked neglected), wishing well. Fact is, we took the longer way and we didn't know that PUJs can take passengers as far as the second entrance.
There were still a lot to explore but we were pressed for time. We were due to check out at noon.
After checking out of the inn, we went to Jack's along Session and had had the Jack's special for lunch.
Then we hiked back up past the Terminal to SM. Unlike it's other branches where people mill to cool off, people seem to go there to get warm. The building is designed such that the mountain air freely goes in and out, completely eliminating the need for an air-conditioning facility. Two sides of the building on two or three floors feature viewing decks, which showcased the magnificent city lights at night. We stayed only until we got enough information on how to get to the strawberry farm in La Trinidad, Benguet. A taxi conveyed us to the "terminal" which is just right next to the city hall. Unfortunately, strawberries are not in season December to March) A kilo costs Php 400 (so I only bought 250g, just enough for an after dinner dessert). After a few photographs of the farmers tenderly and lovingly watering and weeding the plots, we visited some souvenir shops nearby. Their wares are a lot cheaper than those sold in Baguio public market. I got mom a cardigan (Php 180), bonnets for da (Php 20), phone accessory (6 for Php 50).
Traffic was bad on our way back. It was almost dark when we alit at the dangwa terminal, missing the stop right next to the public market that we had to walk our way back. There Annie got her local garlic while I got some Kalinga oranges (for my vitamin C boost) and a bag for sis (Php 130).
We had Mcdonald's for dinner and stayed there until it was time for the last full show. We chose "Praybeyt Benjamin" over "Puss in Boots (budget issues). The fun part of it did not hold for long I actually dozed off (and snored audibly) for most of the movie.
It was raining when the movie ended. We were the last non-employees to leave the building. We were at the wrong terminal. Pasay-bound buses are located elsewhere.
Before hailing a taxi, bought a combination of peanut brittle and "lengua de gato" (7 for Php 100).
While in Baguio, relieving one self has never been an issue. Clean toilets are strategically located almost everywhere. Just look for the blue and white structure.
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