Haven in the Urban Jungle

This summer has been one of the most stressful for me. I can’t really say there is a single isolated cause. Job, school, daily news, bad coffee, nail ingrown, I swear, the list just grows and grows. I can feel the tension all over my body, missed my period for two months (oppps, sorry, too much information) and I died my hair an angry burgundy-gone-wrong. I finally recognized I need a vacation and planned a weekend getaway to see my sibs and friends. Sadly, that trip never happened. I still felt like my muscles were knotted all over so I thought I needed one mean massage.

I then recalled my instructor, who’s a regular spa-goer, mentioning a cool spa somewhere. I can’t remember the name, though. Then my mom’s birthday was approaching and I thought of taking her to a spa date as a birthday gift so I asked Jan if he knew a place where prices are reasonable but the service is excellent. He said, “North Haven.” Ding, ding, ding. Yeah. That was the place my instructor mentioned.

I didn’t take my mom though. I ended up setting a date with Tine instead. It was about time we went out together. We’re in the same city but we rarely see each other to hang out. It was always some quick coffee, all business. It’s the same with all my other friends in the city.

A day before the spa date, Mara showed up. I was having a “tea party” (*cough*) with Hendrix when she texted asking us out for coffee. We asked her to come to Hendrix’s new place instead. I was just too happy to see them and talk to them that I actually considered canceling the spa date with Tine and, instead, ask her to hang out with us the next day. Mara told me not to cancel. She went to the spa with us.

North Haven is not along the main road. It would be a little hard to find if you are new in Baguio. Their signs leading to the place were not exactly very conspicuous. The fonts were too small and not poor eyesight friendly. Luckily, Tine used to live around the area and was able to navigate for kuya Ben who was driving then and who also has an eye problem. We made it there without getting lost. At the parking lot, we were warned by the parking attendant that it’s full house up in the spa and walk-ins are waiting to be served since some minutes before we arrived. We said we’d try our luck.

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We were greeted by mellow and meditative music as we approached the spa. I was really pleased with what I saw. The place was a dream. The spa looks like it used to be a residential house which was later on converted to a spa. (Now, that was really descriptive. haha. sorry.) It looked so relaxing. We were greeted by a lady at the reception. I then asked if it’s okay that we didn’t make reservations. She said it’s fine if we were willing to wait for 30 minutes. No big deal, our group said, and we were handed a menu-like price list.

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We were all joking in a mix of Ilocano and Filipino that the lady who handed us the price list quickly spoke to us in Ilocano and coaxed us to avail of the package deals. I swear, the massage styles/techniques reminded me of when I was a kid and an elder would have his/her feet or any part of his/her body massaged by the kids (i.e. dagdagay, taltaladtad). I think if you’re an IP from the Cordillera (especially from the Mountain Province), this would be a part of your childhood memories. Mara, who grew up in Besao, even went on to say “Dapat pala dito pumupunta si daddy para hindi na nag-uutos eh.” (Dad should come here instead of asking us [to massage him]).

I think we waited less than 30 minutes. Mara and I tried their Fresh Green Tea Body Scrub while kuya Ben and Tine opted for the Cordillera Bliss package. Nyong, kuya Ben’s little brother, originally chose one of the non-package which he later upgraded to something similar to the Cordillera Bliss package.

We were first ushered to the changing rooms. They provided robes, slippers and disposable undies. We had no clue the disposable undies had sizes. In the interest of not giving too much information, I’ll leave you to decide how well that turned out. We were next guided to the sauna where it was first revealed how clueless we really are with spas. There were five cups of water, five wet towels, slices of lemon and a cup of gooey stuff which, we found out later, was actually hair conditioner. There was also a bucket of water with a dipper placed beside a pile of stones. We were all like, “Para san ‘to? Anong gagawin dito?” (What’s this for? What are we supposed to do with this?)

Kuya Ben finally had it with our questions and went to ask one of the attendants who patiently explained to us that the cups of water were for drinking, the slices of lemon were for rubbing on your skin, the towels were for cooling down and the conditioner was for the hair. Ah, okay. We would later find out from Nyong that the bucket of water was for creating steam. You pour some water onto the stones and, voila, steam is created and heat increases. Ah, okay. To our total envy, Nyong told us he went back to the sauna when no one was using it and while we were being scrubbed upstairs. Hence, he found out what the stones and bucket of water were for.

After the sauna, Mara and I were led upstairs while kuya Ben and Tine were told to take a shower. We were made to lie face-down on the spa beds and pretty soon, we could feel them scrubbing. I loved how the green tea smelled. It’s something very close to Elizabeth Arden’s green tea scent. They also covered our faces with honey and placed some more conditioner on our hair. I have zero experience with spas before that particular spa day so I just said “yes” to everything including my butt getting scrubbed too.

We were then asked to take a shower after they scrubbed us all over. I felt like every inch of my skin was so smooth when I was washing the scrub away. I was so amazed. After the shower, we were led back to the room and were given a massage. Holy crap, that felt good. My masseuse must have felt I needed to get those muscles un-knotted so she twisted and pressed real hard. Oh, yeah. That was just so good. They would ask us from time to time if the pressure is okay. The pressure was just what I needed to relieve my muscles from stress.

I had a hard time keeping my foot steady though when they were scrubbing and massaging it. I’m ticklish particularly on the flat of my foot. I held on real tight on the bed to keep my foot from kicking my masseuse.

Oh, we were served tea. Lots of it. Lemon grass tea. I was kind of reluctant to drink some, initially, because the ones I’ve tried were just too strong for my taste. Well, the ones we were served was not strong at all. I think they laced it with honey or something. It actually tasted very good.

Overall, it was an A-okay experience.

If you’re in Baguio and you feel like pampering yourself or you just feel like loosening knotted muscles, try North Haven. You’ll have a kick out of the amazing view of the city lights at night. They also serve food but we didn’t have time to try them. Nyong said he had some burger or something while he was waiting for us to get done and while talking to one of the spa guests who was way older than him. That kid is really something. He is street smart.

***There are two branches. The original (where we went to) is in Guisad.

Address: #21 Avelino, Baguio City
Phone:(074) 300 5022
The other branch is in Casa Vallejo just below SM.

Baguio’s Most Haunted: Not Anymore

Every Halloween episode on Philippine TV features a Baguio ghost story. Almost everyone in the place has a ghost story to tell and they don’t even have to camp overnight in old ruins to be haunted. The place is quite old and there were a lot who died on two significant occasions in the city’s history that would warrant the lingering presence of restless spirits. There was that episode in World History when the Japanese and the Americans brought their war to the city and there was that devastating 1990 earthquake. Hell, yeah, it makes Baguio the perfect place to hunt for ghosts or for ghosts to haunt.

I myself got curious about those stories so elaborately told on TV every November 1st where people would be shown screaming and running from something unseen and psychics would be shown either talking to the dead or giving their analysis on orbs and impressions on talcum powders. I am drawn to the supernatural. Unfortunately, the supernatural is not drawn to me.

So this year, I decided to poke around two of Baguio’s most featured haunted areas: Diplomat Hotel and the White House. History in a nugget: Diplomat Hotel used to belong to a faith healer known as Tony Agpaoa. The place has a long history that traces back before the World War II bombings. After Agpaoa died, the place shut down and was left untended. Years later, people would claim to experience some ghost sightings around the area. The White House is owned by a prominent Baguio family, the Laperals. My friend pointed out a case assigned to us in class where one of the Laperals was a party. It’s an interesting family but their house gained more interest among ghost hunters because of the ghost stories the caretaker experienced in her years of looking after the house.

Nah, I will not retell ghost stories here. It’s a shame I can’t though. I was hoping I could when I went to visit these famous ghost sites. As I mentioned earlier, I went with three buddies to try and experience what these ghost hunters experienced.

We first went to Dominican Hill. There are jeepneys going up to Diplomat Hotel but it stops just outside the old hotel’s gates. You can also take a taxi, any Baguio driver would know where Diplomat Hotel is. While we were on our way there, my expectations were heightening. Fog thickening as the jeep approached the place. I thought it was perfect for a ghost-hunting experience. It was chilly and the place looked somber. Disappointment followed shortly. They were renovating the hotel and they closed the staircases leading up to the big cross where the most supernatural experiences were supposedly felt. No ghosts made their ghostly selves be seen or felt to us that day.

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As soon as we realized no ghosts were going to introduce themselves to us that afternoon, we headed to the White House. By that time, my camera’s battery ran out of charge and no one else brought a camera. Our camera phones weren’t photo-friendly too. I saved whatever amount of charge I had to take pictures of my friends. The afternoon sun was glorious that day. There was a Bamboo Exhibit going on in the White House so the place was open. I don’t know about the other people who went there but we were there, primarily, for the ghosts. The exhibit was just an added bonus. The artists who made the art exhibits were brilliant. The designs were intricate and imaginative. The ghosts, however, paid us no mind as we roamed around the White House. I fell in love with one of the bedrooms. It was so well-lighted by the afternoon sun that I thought it was a perfect place to study. I didn’t feel anything unusual except for the stuffy air in one of the bedrooms despite having opened the balcony doors and windows. No exciting pictures because the camera died so let me just show you a glimpse of the house’s fireplace and how you can do creative shots with it.

Would have been more exciting with fire in it (wink). Nah, I love this friend. She's almost as crazy as me although I'm maybe five kinds crazier. =D
Would have been more exciting with fire in it (wink). Nah, I love this friend. She’s almost as crazy as me although I’m maybe five kinds crazier. =D

No ghosts. Maybe next Halloween, huh?

There’s always something wild and unusual to do in Baguio. It’s never boring in this pine-scented (at least in most areas) city. I grew up in the city and up to now, in my 20+ years of existence (okay, I’m exaggerating here, it’s not that long), I can still find new adventures just around. Ghost-hunting, food trip, trekking, art admiration, massage/spa hopping, and a whole lot more.


The Lake Within a Lake

Some time last year, my officemates saw this promo of inn in Tagaytay. Since we didn’t have a department outing that year, and we thought we might not have another one for next year, almost everyone availed of the voucher. Just so we can go on a trip together.

The planning took time and caused much stress, and in the end, only half of the original number made it to Tagaytay. And only half of that went hiking to Taal, which is supposedly the main activity of the trip.

Day 1 : Tagaytay

We stayed at D-Zone Backpackers Inn located in Silang, Cavite, a kilometer from Tagaytay Rotonda. As I said, the reservation itself gave our organizers too much stress. (There were several bad reviews about the inn from the Internet in the firs place.) We originally wanted to get the fan rooms only, but apparently, they only got a limited number of fan rooms, so we have to upgrade to aircon rooms. We settled the matter when they agreed to give us AC rooms for half its original price. Check-in was around after lunch but I had to do something in the morning so I couldn’t join the first batch of people going to Tagaytay. Instead, I  joined the second batch and we took a bus bound to Batangas, that takes the Emilio Aguinaldo Highway route. We were already at the terminal in Pasay by 2pm but left at past 3pm because there are too many passengers. To our surprise, we were dropped off just few steps from the inn. It still puzzles us if the conductor really knows the inn or the bus just stopped when we started making our way from the back to the front (just so we’re ready to get off anytime).

The first batch were already in the inn, taking a rest, because they already went for a walk and some sightseeing. We were hungry, but we only snacked because we assumed we’re all gonna dine together once everyone arrives.

Shortly after Abel and Marco arrived, we went to Olivarez to look for someplace to eat dinner. We settled for Papa Prito. At first I hesitated because I thought the place is just another Andok’s or Mang Inasal, but it got Abel’s seal of approval so we went in anyways, and voila! It is a pretty cute place! And the bulalo and tawilis are quite good! We only had three buckets of light beer and had to go back to the inn early because we’re going hiking the day day.

The next day, I started to feel sick. I blame the the too strong air conditioning in our room. Apparently, we all felt the extreme cold, but nobody dared to adjust the AC because, you know, everyone thought they’re the only one feeling cold, yun pala lahat naman.

Day 2: Taal

We couldn’t avail of the free breakfast included in the voucher because the inn’s canteen opens at 8am, so we had bread for breakfast instead. Then we all hopped in to Abel’s car, and went to look for a boat that will take us to Taal while waiting for our other companions. There was a small chaos when this man who claimed to be a legit (DoT approved) tour guide was telling the one we hired to back off because he’s a colorum (not recognized by the tourism office). It didn’t help when the other group already got someone to take us to Taal. I wasn’t sure what the guides talked about, but we all headed down to Tanauan, a one-hour ride from Tagaytay. Although I learned sometime ago (last year :p) that Taal is in Batangas, I was still amazed when I saw the road saying we’ve arrived in Tanauan.

A back and fort boat ride usually costs P1500 (6 persons in the boat), but because we needed a couple of boats, the guides gave each for P1300. Boat ride was about 30 minutes, and you know that little hill in the middle of the lake overlooking Tagaytay? That’s not Taal. We thought we’re going that way, too. Apparently, it’s just the side usually photographed, but the lake is located in a different part.

Back when we’re still planning the hike, our officemates instructed us to not hire tour guides or ride horses because it will just cost us a big deal of money, and hiking up to the lake is easy. Once we got at the jump off, we refused all offers for horse rides and guides, but this one person was persistent so we gave in and paid (P500) for one guide for all of us (which we only saw walking with us for the first 5-10 minutes of the hike). Some of us rode a horse, too, because they weren’t sure if they would make it without one. An entrance fee of P50 is something you really have to pay though. It’s collected once you register at the Tourism office at the jump off. If the locals in the jump-off tells you you won’t reach the crater if you don’t get a horse, just ignore them. Hiking to the top was peanuts. I’m not even an active hiker or mountaineer or something. The hike wasn’t difficult, but the trail is dusty, and mostly shade-less/bare. The only thing you have to beat is the heat, so wear proper clothing and bring water. It’s better to wear slippers or sandals because sand gets into the shoes which will make walking uncomfortable.

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We reached the viewing point of the crater lake in 30 minutes. The top of the hill/volcano is the only place where tourists are allowed. Some time in the past going donw the crater lake was allowed, but it no longer is today, maybe because the volcano’s very active.

I’m not sure if it’s because I’ve seen the Pinatubo crater lake up close that’s why I wasn’t so amused with Taal crater lake. Although the water pallet is the same –deep green from afar, aquamarine when you’re nearer. From the viewing area (top), you can see smokes coming from the ground and from the water itself, ang init siguro ng tubig.

We didn’t stay that long because we had to catch the inn’s check out time to avoid getting charged extra. The hike back only took us 20 minutes. After drinking some refreshments, we left the island and Abel drove us back to Tagaytay. From cold to hot and then cold temperature, everyone felt a pang in the head right after we got off from the vehicle. We were given an hour extension (without charge) so we can clean ourselves before checking out.

We all had lunch at this restaurant beside Papa Prito where the budget meals come with unlimited rice, and they serve free unlimited Bulalo soup! After buying pasalubong and everything, everyone headed off to Manila.

Tiring trip, and it actually made me sick, but then again, a great experience! Thank goodness for these fun people I work it. I wish for more adventures to come for my birth month!


**Some photos from Jane, Abel and Billy.

Food, Places

Food in Bloom


Good Taste is the default choice for the very late lunch. Not that anyone would resent that. When it comes to eating out with a large group, Good Taste is really the first thing that comes to mind. And I’m happy because I missed their food! Oh, and they have a new branch now in Legarda, that’s where we ate. (No food porn here, it seems that nobody in this group is used to taking photos before eating.)

After the eats, we parted in groups, agreed to see the Amungan at 6:30 pm. Amungan is a play staged annually by Pagta, an organization based in UP Baguio which our block or mostly members of our block PIC is a member of. Back in college, this event would keep us busy for a good 3 months or so.

I was with the gypsy/non-Baguio residents group (with Dona, Lian and Mara) because we have nowhere to go. Bangs (who adopted Dona and Lian) had a class and left even without having lunch. We didn’t want to just barge in to her house and leave our things, especially it’s only her Dad who’s home. We left our stuff in SM instead, then accompanied Mara to Porta Vaga for her hair cut. Went back to SM and had coffee before heading off to CAP Building just across the street for the Amungan.

I couldn’t understand some parts of the play because they used mixed Cordi dialects so I just kept myself entertained by watching out for this actor everytime he comes out. This bebeboi is cute, isn’t he? lol cougar tendencies!

After the show, we amazed the other older alumni of our presence (yeah yeah our batch is still solid as a rock after all those years, hehe). We didn’t stay long after the show, just snapped some photos and went off. The 4 of us went back to SM for our things, leaving the others to decide where we’re having dinner. After some time, they finally vouched for Pizza Volante, the new one located near Wright Park.

Again, no food porn here. But I ordered the salad with roast chicken and blue cheese dressing, and everyone mocked me for that. What is a couple of days stuffing myself with highland goods. Everyone else had pancakes, except Bangs who had a rice meal. Them people just love carbs so much. Word, haha!

I had to do away with my usual choices when eating in this restaurant, which is either pasta, pancake, or beer, chos. Despite all those horrid stories they had to tell me about people they knew who ate healthy but eventually got sick. YOLO, blah blah. I didn’t really mind because I enjoyed my salad.

We stayed in the restaurant for a while, waited for some people, waited for them to finish eating. Then this band started performing. Perhaps due to lack of things we could talk about, we started focusing on them. We asked for them to play Skinny Love which Joel and Lian had been LSS-ing since lunch. We even gave them a P20 tip (hehe) but they never played any of our requests. It’s alright, they did a very good cover of Angus and Julia Stone’s Big Jet Plane anyway. They played a lot of Coldplay, which I didn’t think fit because it sad music + Baguio weather isn’t a good combination.

Dona started dozing off in the table so we had to leave, and took some time before we decide to just buy some drinks and go to Jom’s place.

Session In Bloom

Another good thing about being in Baguio this time of the year, we got to catch the last day of Session in Bloom, usually the last day of Panagbenga Festival, too. I’m not a fan of Panagbenga, because Baguio during these days is filled with tourists. And by filled, I mean the city becomes too crowded and dirty and hot. But hey, this was first time I experienced Session in Bloom as a tourist!

Last week, while inquiring about the weather in Baguio, I was trying to annoy Bangs by saying I’m gonna do all touristy stuff once I get there. I thought maybe this time, I’m gonna get myself buy something for myself (haha). Because that was something I never got to do when I was a student. Session in Bloom used to just mean shawarma and footlong hotdogs and basura, lots of basura to me. Good thing this year, they have stricter waste disposal measures. The shops don’t even use plastic bags for purchases. Session Road was free trash.

I hoarded hats. This isn’t exactly what I had in mind. I just wanted to buy bonnets and beanies and scarves, but when I saw the lovely (and cheaper, compared to the ones sold in the malls) hats, I impulse-purchased. I wish my friends had been harsher and just told me those hats didn’t look good on me so I didn’t take them. But they were supportive because I kept telling I’m gonna be needing them since I will stop colouring my hair and start wearing hats instead. I even bought a hat for the La Union trip. But anyway, it’s all done. I thought I could just use the hats to decorate my room, because let’s face it, I’m not really gonna wear them, well maybe if I go to the beach or something. And maybe I’ll give a couple to my mom.

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So after the hat and and trying of wigs, the crowd is starting to grow so we turned around and walk up to La Azotea in upper Session. Bangs suggested we check out Azotea Greens Resto & Cafe which is growing popular in the blogosphere. I used to just walk past this restaurant when going to Oh My Gulay, when it’s still located in the second floor of the building. It’s now in the basement where Marian Platz used to be.

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We chose the most laid back area in the restaurant. I would’ve opted for the couch but everyone else ran to that area in the other corner, a Japanese-style diner.

All of us are first-timers so we just relied on what Bangs’ had read and had been told by friends. Also, thanks to this really friendly waitress who carefully described every meal we wanted to order, and suggested items we should try. And so began the story of four girls ordering too much food. Mind you it has only been a couple of hours since we had breakfast (rice meal) at Bangs’.

We ordered Azotea Greens Salad, but the waitress must’ve forgotten to write it down with our orders or they just thought we didn’t really mean to order that much, lol. Upon learning that they haven’t prepared the salad yet, we requested for Cream Puff instead.

When in Baguio, you must eat at Azotea Greens. Really good food! You can read my friend Bangs’ review about the restaurant here.


First of Summer 2013

I’m going on an adventure! This is what I thought when I learned I’ll be traveling to a new place…alone. It’s not the first time, but it rarely happens. I refused to drop by Baguio mainly because the thought of going to a place for the first time excites me. I take pleasure in such simple things.

I’ve been to some beaches in La Union before, but it would be my first time to go to Caba. Mind you, I’ve never even heard of this town before this trip. A friend from Australia is coming over and asked us (his blockmates) to plan something. We originally planned to go to Pugad Adventures in Pugo, La Union. But at the last minute, we changed plans because we thought it would be more practical to go to this resort in Caba instead.

I went straight to Villa Navarro from Manila. The travel time was cut short because it was easy to slip out of the metro since it was only Thursday. I barely got some sleep because I was seated beside this man who shared his life story to me. A sad one. And he showed me a real-life Quentin Tarantino kind of film. While showing this gory video from his phone, he asks, “Haan ka nga maaryek?” (Aren’t you grossed out?) I said, no. But I really wanted to say, damnit, you already showed it to me. I already saw the blood and all. Why don’t I just finish it til the end. That robbed me off of some precious sleep time. I had to pretend I had to sleep just so he stops talking. The younger me, would’ve chosen to stay up and listen to him talk about his life because it could be a material, for… you know, a story. Those days when I used to want to be a writer.

I arrived in Caba at half past 5 in the morning. The bus conductor even instructed this girl that also got off at Caba Plaza to assist me because I don’t know the place. But I didn’t want to inconvenience anyone so I just pretended to be waiting for someone at the shed. I zombie-walked down the highway. Sheepishly walked to the gas station hoping there would be a snack place where I could stay for a while, but it didn’t have one. I hesitated to go straight to the resort thinking it might still be closed at that time, but tricycle drivers said it’s already open. I even hesitated talking to the drivers because I wasn’t sure if they speak Ilocano. In some places, when the locals learn that someone is new to their place, they charge higher than the usual. Luckily, they were honest people. Living in Manila has really tainted my thinking.

The guard at the resort let me in and talked to me and let me roam around the place until his shift was over. I would’ve preferred to get some more sleep but the resort officially opens at 8 am, when the front desk person arrives.

The resort was all mine. I took a walk up to the northern end of the beach. By the time I arrived back at the resort, the staff were already there, and upon learning that they already have a guess, cleaned out a room for me and let me get some rest, even though check in time is not until noon.

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I wanted to take a dip in the pool as soon as I got settled in, but the front desk person assumed I wanted to rest, she didn’t give me a pool stub when I asked if I could use the pool already, hehe. I didn’t insist and just went to our rented room, read until my eyes grew tired. I was just few minutes into slumber when the first set of people from Baguio arrived. Then we went to the market for food. And cooked lunch.

The balikbayan wanted all-Pinoy food, but we couldn’t really cook in the resort. We’re free to use the griller and stove but we had no utensils, so we just opted for everything grilled, and easy-to-prepare salad.

We immediately went swimming after lunch (I mean, them swimming, and me dipping). We had the pool to ourselves (I think there were only two groups checked in to the resort that day).

We went to the shore, stayed in a cottage for a while, but didn’t go into the water because of the scorching noontime sun. We could go again tomorrow morning, we thought, then went back to the pool.

In the afternoon, five other people from Baguio arrived. And they immediately rummaged the leftovers. I, together with the early batch, was already done with the waters and I was prepping myself for a nap, just to avoid the grilling session for dinner, haha! But then we missed the sunset because of that. 😦

The sun had already sunk deep into the horizon when Lian and I got to the seaside. We just contented ourselves taking ‘motion photos’ from her cam.

After some hours of taking turns in the griller and chopping veggies and fruits, we had dinner. But not before Jom’s prolonged version of the Grace which instantly caused lols even before it’s over. (Some of us are evil like that. I’m looking at you Lenz.) But then who would’t lol with the line, “Please bless this rice to make us nice.” Though he also said something about praying for each of us. Instant redemption!

After dinner, we just sat outside the porch, chatted, watched some TV and took a bunch of photos. A little later, decided to start with the drinks. That Patron and Bacardi 151° really brought out the wild and crazy in people.

After breakfast the next day, we all went back to the waters, dipped in the sea for less than five minutes, and went back to the pool because it’s more fun in there, hehe. Bangs would’ve preferred to stay in the open water longer. We left for Baguio after lunch. Took the bus to Bauang (around 30 minutes trip) and thank goodness from there, we found a van that took us to Baguio, we needn’t ride different buses.

Wearing jackets... in La Union.
Wearing jackets… in La Union.

Best Cities to Get Lost In


Looking for an adventure? Getting lost in another city always brings an adventure and leaves either good or bad memories. But adventure always comes with travelling to a place you’re not familiar with. This list of Best Cities to Get Lost In will could help you plan your next get away!


Get lost in London by wandering and you will be rewarded by grand squares, secluded churchyards and one-off boutiques. Get found by looking for the distinctive London Underground sign and you are back on the track!


Getting lost in Venice pays- the tramp of a thousand tourists yields to tranquil sunlit courtyards and the sound of pigeons’ wings. If you wanna get found, just look for signs and arrows scrawled on the walls and follow them.


Abandon yourself to the disorientation and you might just get off-road enough to find the bewildering side of Tokyo. Get found by jumping on a train back to home base.


Get lost in the suburbs of Australia’s Capital city. Canberra is where the life of the city lies and it is also where the best eats! Get found by asking for directions at a servo.


There are 2 great things about getting lost in Istanbul -the hotels and hard-sell merchants fall away, replaced by tea shops and parks and houses and the city’s roller coaster hills that will reward you with great views and toned up legs. If you want to get back to the tourist centre, stop for a glass of tea and ask the way to Sultanahmet.


Discover temples, sweet shops and silk bargains in the back alleys of this Indian city. If you’ve had much, a bicycle rickwshaw will be only too happy to take you home at a reasonable price.

Include these cities in your bucket list and go make your own adventure! Get lost and find the ultimate happiness.