Southwind and 88hotsprings were not the gifts. They're surprises to augment a postponed trip. The real birthday gift D gave me was our trip in Baguio.
Preceeding this trip was a solemn wedding that D and I witnessed. The bride and groom were to head in Baguio too; but, we have to be there ahead of them.
The long land travel was fun but it was exhausting on his part; and late at night we reached the Summer Capital of the Philippines, Baguio.
We were greeted by a chilling wind that penetrated to a not-so thick warmer that I worn. He covered me with his jacket that gave me comfort. I was never bothered with cold environment; but Baguio as always brings me to another world. Even at night Baguio is mesmerizing. The pine trees; the winding roads; and the cold atmosphere alienated anyone who lives in a busy district of Manila.
Looking in Baguio and reminiscing the disaster it battled not so long ago gave me the impression of a strong city that rose from whatever nature brings.
There was nothing to do yet at that moment but to enjoy each other's company. The next day would be different as we planned of visiting famous landmarks and tourists spots of Baguio.
Our first stop was Camp John Hay, a former rest and recreation facility for American Soldier in Asia. We roamed around the place and managed to scout things on nearby stalls inside Camp John Hay. The place is nostalgic. Each time I turned my head to other directions; i found scenic view that I have to capture on cam.
Preceeding this trip was a solemn wedding that D and I witnessed. The bride and groom were to head in Baguio too; but, we have to be there ahead of them.
The long land travel was fun but it was exhausting on his part; and late at night we reached the Summer Capital of the Philippines, Baguio.
We were greeted by a chilling wind that penetrated to a not-so thick warmer that I worn. He covered me with his jacket that gave me comfort. I was never bothered with cold environment; but Baguio as always brings me to another world. Even at night Baguio is mesmerizing. The pine trees; the winding roads; and the cold atmosphere alienated anyone who lives in a busy district of Manila.
Looking in Baguio and reminiscing the disaster it battled not so long ago gave me the impression of a strong city that rose from whatever nature brings.
There was nothing to do yet at that moment but to enjoy each other's company. The next day would be different as we planned of visiting famous landmarks and tourists spots of Baguio.
Our first stop was Camp John Hay, a former rest and recreation facility for American Soldier in Asia. We roamed around the place and managed to scout things on nearby stalls inside Camp John Hay. The place is nostalgic. Each time I turned my head to other directions; i found scenic view that I have to capture on cam.