I was standing on top of the hill and saw a wide world of green, lush grass and felt the rushing of the wind against my face. My hair went crazy but the gush of wind felt good. Suddenly, all my worries were washed away. I wish I could have this rolling hills at my backyard that I could run to anytime I need space and some time to be alone (sarap mag-moment sa lugar na ‘to!).
On top of one of the hills, you'll get a glimpse of the Valugan Beach (boulder) also known for its boulders, huge rocks at the shore.
During our first day in Basco, the weather wasn’t as good as we’ve expected it. And for photo enthusiasts like Jay and I who hiked all the way to the top of the hills against the strong winds with our big cameras and tripods, the weather was a kill joy. We brought filters but it didn’t bring much vibrant to the very sad sky. The sky was as dull as a lazy cat meowing on a Sunday morning.
This is one of Jay's photos. He dramatizes the scene a little bit by using a filter (ND8). Making the sky and the view darker than the usual.
So what we did was just to enjoy the view. “God, the place was terrific,” I silently told myself. Everywhere I look, I only see beauty. The strong wind is a good ally if you don’t go against it. It carries your voice and your deepest thoughts somewhere. Somewhere at the top, the view of Mount Iraya was once again visible even with the dark clouds covering its tip. A heavy rain was about to pour.
Mount Iraya once again! :-)
A farmer prodding his cows for greener pasture. The cows are fat in Batanes, there are so much grass to graze.
Tall grasses, lush vegetation, wind...what else can you ask for? Even the rusty barbed wire looks great from here.
Deb is having her moment too, looking graciously at the sea. Who is she thinking, I thought.
One last pic before we hit the road. Here are my companions enjoying the wind on top of one of the hills.
Then we go back were we came from. A new batch of hikers are about to come up.