I left the Angeles City bar filled with 16 large screen TVs, hordes of depressed Seahawks fans wearing their Seahawks jerseys to catch a moto-trike to the Dau Bus Station where I was hoping to catch the next bus to Baguio. As my luck would have it -----and not the Seahawks----I immediately boarded a Victory Liner bus with movies and WiFi to Baguio. Most of the journey was fairly fast and level until we began to climb the Cordillera Mountains.
I ended up taking the KMS night bus leaving at 7:30 pm. Since it was only about 4 pm, I had enough time to check out the festival area with all of the food and vendor stalls and the downtown park. After dinner, I went back to the bus station, but they had no waiting area and a sign that said that "No drunks allowed on the buses". I quickly found out because next to the bus station was a country western bar. For two hours, I was entertained while sipping a San Miguel.
The KMS bus was quite a let down after the Victory Liner. Many of the windows were sharded or patched with duct tape. They over sold the trip so a number of passengers had to spend the night sitting on small plastic chairs in the aisle ways.
Again the drive was a twisty one with several stomping of the brakes and honking of the horn on this night ride through mostly wooded areas. I wore my bandana over my head and I think I must have slept a bit and was glad to final arrive at about 5am in Banaue. Fortunately one of the restaurants was open so I had a couple cups of coffee before the Sanafe Hotel opened up. I booked two nights there and had a good breakfast of an omlet and coffee and was able to get in my room right away.
After buying my return ticket on the Ohayami night bus for the 5th of Feb., I continued walking up to the viewpoint where I was planning hike down through the rice terraces to Banaue.
I continued up to the Viewpoint where there were a cluster of "my best friends"---Ifugao native women---who would pose for a donation of 20 to 50 pesos. They were a happy lot despite their bent over condition from toiling in the rice fields all their lives and their mouths were a mess from chewing moma--betel leaves--that gave their mouths a reddish appearance and apparently rotted out their teeth. People seem to chew this mild narcotic all over the place. In town they have fines for spitting the reddish juice on the pavement. It is pretty disgusting.
With great confidence I headed down what Lonely Planet showed as a single trail only to end up dead ended several times in peoples home compounds filled with growling dogs, or snorting pigs. It was also very slippery from the recent rains. The final straw was when a little kid started throwing rocks at me. I had to admit that I was truly lost. I backtracked back to the Viewpoint and returned to Banaue.
When I left the restaurant it was raining hard. I just hoped that it would rain during the night and clear for the following day since I was planning to visit the Batad Rice Terraces---a UNESCO World Heritage Site.