Philippine Travels # 4: Oh, the places you can go! (5)

Pagudpod. Best known for its white sand beaches and pristine surroundings, the beach is famous the world over. However, when we got there, we were surprised (appalled is more honest a word, but it sounds too unforgiving) when we saw a great multitude of people and cars. Realizing we preferred silence (or noise in the company of each other), we went to the other side of the beach where only a sparse number of people were wading, mostly because even while the sand was also white, the shore was rocky.

 

I’ve always loved rocky beaches.

 

Unfortunately, we had very little time to spend in Pagudpod. We had to be in Tuguegarao by nightfall (spoiler: we arrived in Ugac WAY past nightfall), so we only had one decent photo… the rest were either hazy or misty. You know how sometimes when you’re drunk or drugged by antihistamines, all of the events of the prior night seem like a blur? That’s exactly how the photos turned out to be. No complaints, though; it probably just meant we were having too much fun that we totally breezed over the fact that there were no proper photographic proofs of our rendezvous. Haha.

 

 

Before Pagudpod, however,

We also went to the windmills, but I didn’t go out of the car anymore. This was the lighthouse I talked about in the previous posts, the one whose imposing walls I climbed which resulted in the death of my phone. I got pretty shaken up after that, but seeing as how there are practically a hundred photos of us everywhere else we went, I guess I got over it pretty quickly. Haha.

 

Oh, also, I wish the Philippines invested more on solar, wind, and water-powered technology. Its geographical location makes it such a good place to make this a reality. Not saying that the Philippines hasn’t thought of this at all, just that it would be better – and definitely more sustainable – to harness the sun (and the wind and water) more. Speaking of, check this out!

 

Pagudpod was the last in our Ilocos affairs, and after a quick lunch and a longer swim, we rode on our cars again and spent the next 7 hours on the road until we arrived in Cagayan Valley, my parents’ hometown, and the hottest place in the entire Philippines. (It probably makes sense now how I managed to survive the Middle Eastern heat — it’s practically genetic already.)

 

(Again, props to Natassia for the colours in this entry)