Our adventure started with a ten-hour bus ride from Manila to Banaue.
Except for the extreme cold, the ride was pretty uneventful. My siblings and I
fell asleep the moment the engine started and woke up to the voice of the
conductor crying, “wake up! Wake up!” and the patter of the rain against the
window panes. We were five minutes to the town proper of Banaue then.
The bus dropped us off at the tourist center where the officer was peddling
day tours to Batad. All we wanted was a ride to the Batad Junction, the
trailhead to the village, so we banded with a Filipino couple and several
French travelers and rented a jeep that took us to the Junction. The narrow, gravel
mountain road to Batad reminded me of Prithvi Highway, the one that we took
from Pokhara to Kathmandu, with its landslides, blind curves, sheer drops,
hairpin turns, and lack of guard rails.
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