|A good view of odd rock formations at the forest|
Unlike most people who had exciting itineraries with their vacation in the Northern Philippine municipality, I took to Sagada one sunny August for a much needed respite from the daily grind of work. This is why for my first visit (Yes. I will be returning soon for a different purpose next time), I chose the very secluded Rock Inn Resort as my accommodation. It's situated in the middle of the Sagada forest, away from the busy activities in Sagada's town proper where all bus commutes from Baguio end.
The 6-hour trip from Baguio City's Dangwa Terminal was already a treat because I was able to see breath-taking views of Benguet's farming mountains from my non-air conditioned bus. The European tourists inside the bus were also as astounded as I was by the beauty of the mountainside. Ours was the first trip of the day which left the Baguio City station at 7:15 am.
|Aboard GL Transit; At the resort junction|
On our way to the resort, the manager shared that she had a friend from New York stay at the inn one time but had a hard time adjusting to the total silence. I experienced this for myself but the effect for me was a healing kind of peace and quiet. Rock Inn rooms do not have television sets or radios to let guests commune with nature instead.
|The inn smack dab in the middle of the quiet forest|
I appreciated the long trek from the inn to the highway because the pathway was surrounded with trees and the weather was pleasant during my visit.
I was able to spend a few hours walking around the town center where the action was. I ate a slice of lemon pie which tasted nice. I also sipped the traditional Sagada hot chocolate drink (make sure that it’s not Milo before you order). I also tried the yoghurt treat that’s famously served there.
Fortunately, I was able to sample the Cordillera Region's famous Pinikpikan dish (chicken broth) at the inn. The version served to me, however, also had pork in it so it was like tearing into two separate dishes in one.
Leaving the town of Sagada was not difficult as buses were dispatched by the hour. The last trip was at 3:00pm that time because it’s highly dangerous traversing the highway along the mountains in the afternoon. As a matter of fact, I saw nothing but fog when I was leaving the place. The low visibility in the mountains made me very nervous returning to Baguio.
All in all, I visited Sagada for the first time to commune with nature and I got what I set out for -- nothing but peace and quiet.
|The view from my room|
|Sagada town proper|
|The entrance to my Rock Inn room|
|Orange juice produce straight from the inn's orange farm|
|Rock Inn's orange farm|
|The quaint outdoor bar of Rock Inn|
|A Sagada resident who offered her tour guide services|
|The pathway from the highway to the inn|
|What me and my European bus mates marveled at|
|Going home, this was not visible anymore from the bus due to the fog.|
|A typical house in the farming mountains|