Yesterday we took the bus north to Sagada. The trip is only 150 kilometers, but because of the incredibly steep and winding roads it takes around six hours. For much of the trip we were surrounded in thick fog and could only see the occasional black and white silhouette of a pine tree. From time to time the fog would lift like the red velvet curtain at the beginning of a play and reveal mountainsides covered with magnificent pine forests, or, more often, the giant, emerald stairs of vegetable or rice terraces. Once I saw a giant billboard listing the ten commandments lest some traveler forget them on his or her journey and fall into sin. We passed places where part of the road had fallen down the hill leaving a big gash in the highway. There were also places where the rocks from recent landslides needed to be lifted from the road for our bus to pass.
When we arrived in Sagada we found a quaint touristy town that reminds us a bit of Waterton. There are nice restaurants, great scenery, and souvenir shops selling locally made crafts. We found a very nice guesthouse to stay in, and we plan to spend a few days here.
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