Batanes, Day 1

I was at the state of just taking it all in. I believe I was the earliest to arrive at the Domestic Airport, since I did leave home literally a day before, at almost midnight, since I was not sure how the commute situation will be. I’m glad I did though, because I only got to board an FX taxi about an hour later, realizing the provincial buses were not plying their route at that time anymore, and I had to ride a jeep to get near the Malolos/Guiguinto area, where I was hoping early Monday Manila-bound passengers were in my same situation.

Anyhow, the realization that I was finally Batanes-bound came through when I only got my ticket. This was a trip that I was just invited to, unaware of all the other details, but the date, and that I’ll be with bloggers. While lined-up at the check-in line, Markku and company gave me the quickie orientation: this was an Epson-sponsored event, and we’d also be with some press people.

Plane flew, plane landed a bit more than an hour after, and the weather that greeted us at the Basco Airport was glum. Screw glum, I exclaimed, I’m in Batanes.

Early Morning in Basco

Our temporary residence for the trip was the Batanes Seaside Lodge and Restaurant, where we were initially served tinapang flying fish. The place was currently being rennovated (read: pounding hammer noise), and that the flying fish was actually bony, but screw all that, I muttered, I’m in Batanes. After settling in to our rooms, and a brief explanation by the Epson crew of the photo contest theme, we were off to a guided trip around Basco.

First stop, an old church around the town proper.

A Church in Basco

I don’t know if I was too giddy, or just plain careless, but this was about the time I dropped my Horizon 202 panoramic camera on the chruch’s concrete floor: the leveler became a cluster of bubbles, and the advance mechanism has gone cranky. Thankfully, several rolls later, it looked like it was back to its original, fixed state.

Next stop, a few rolling hills, where the scene was breathtaking, and the wind ready to screw the bones off its sockets.

Rolling Hills of Basco

Then a lighthouse, where you have a pretty good view of the town.

Lighthouse

A place called Marlboro Country came next, where a sign on a gate noted that this was a protected area. Again, the ocean wind beat on us like the fragile humans we are. The carabao herds didn’t look too friendly either.

Marlboro Country

We were then off to a place called ghost town, which -if I remember right- was a place that experienced brutal tidal waves once, and its residents decided to relocate.

Around Ghost Town

No, the place wasn’t stranded. This was around the time I realized my DSLR and my limited photographic skill cannot do justice to the scenic places around, but if I had people to shoot, I’d probably be able to find my groove again.

Basco Dad and Kid

Mid-to late afternoon, we had the unattended Honesty Coffee Shop, another church, and the oldest house in Basco on our list. Go through the rest of my Day 1 DSLR images here.

The days-end was spent back at the hotel, with a product presentation of Epson’s printers, and a print-all-you-want-in-A4 session. And while most decided to pop a few beers right after, I decided to hit the hay early.

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7 thoughts on “Batanes, Day 1

  1. chaii layosa says:

    i’ve always wanted to go to BATANES. nice shots. did u go to the HONEST coffee shop or something?

  2. rain says:

    Thanks! Yep, I did 🙂 There’s a link to the Flickr set in the article 🙂

  3. liz says:

    nice shots 🙂 it’s really beautiful! there’s something about Batanes that scares me though (after watching the movie haha)

  4. rain says:

    Thanks liz. I haven’t seen the movie, considering that the room we stayed in was reportedly used by the Batanes lead stars. Maybe I should 🙂

  5. markku says:

    I like this group of shots, pang travel mag. 🙂

  6. rain says:

    And they’re all in B&W now! Sorry, couldn’t help it hehe

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