>I can’t edit out all my photos of Batad, I just can’t. You will have to bear with a million photos for now.
Batad has the famous amphitheater-style terraces, and is only accessible to trekkers because there is a steep path into the village.
Here is our Tricycle driver, who we met on our first day in town and is fond of text messaging us every morning at 6am to ask if we would like to go on tour that day. Filipinos are not shy to text message you at the crack of dawn. It seems to me they are all happily up at 5:30am. The tricycle, if I haven’t mentioned already, is a cheap and noisy way to get around on a converted motorbike.
Once we got there I was surprised to find out we then had to take a jeepney to the absolute top, “The Saddle” I think it’s called. This was an expensive, long and bumpy ride which will save us an hour of hiking in the heat. When I say expensive, I think the total for that might have been just over 10 dollars, more than twice of what we paid the tricycle.
The sad thing about the rice terraces is that the young people don’t want to work them anymore. It’s more lucrative to drive a tricycle, work in tourism or in the big city then it is to work the rice terraces. For this reason they are more affected by things like floods and giant earth worms. Yes it was also our fault, for traveling there and adding to the tourism. So let’s enjoy the pictures. In them you will notice that some of the terraces are overgrown and crumbling.
We start our walk down into the village, about an hour. 15 minutes into it we see a procession coming up the hill. 2 guys holding a woman in a bamboo stretcher were carrying her out of the village for medical attention. There was one other guy following, to switch out with the 2 guys carrying to give them rest. Sherwin wouldn’t let me take a picture. It looked really difficult to carry that woman out of there. It turns out she probably had something like appendacitis or a painful uti.
I noticed later that although the upper terraces were in dissaray, the terrace by the path was nicely kept. I wonder if they stay there all day waiting for tourists to pass. There weren’t many today, though I did notice on the registry there were some girls from BC just like me.
Again, money was produced for some photos, although this time we had only 20 pisos. This seemed to be enough. I hoped he did’t compare notes on the price with his wife on the rice terrace later.