View over lower Banaue town and the Immaculate Conception School. On the day I arrived, Teachers's Day celebrations were in full swing.
Ba-An (81). “These? They’re chicken feathers,” she said when I asked about her headdress. “Sometimes I tell people it is tradition, but really, we just started doing it a few years ago!”
A friendly nonagenarian near the Banaue rice terraces.
“Photo? Who is taking a photo?” said a frail voice belonging to Bah Gu-An (96). She was blind. I wasn’t sure how to communicate as I normally would; I held her hand and felt her squeeze back.
After the rain from one of the highest viewpoints in Banaue Valley.
I rode to the top of Banaue by motorbike and sidecar before hiking all the way back down. Along the way I met this man wearing a headdress that featured the real heads of a long-dead bird and monkey.
The same man and his monkey headdress. He was happy to have his portrait taken after I told him how interested people would be to learn about his culture.
Batad Village, the centerpiece of the world famous rice terraces.
Just some of the mesmerizing nature of Batad valley.
One of the last things I did at Batad was hike to Tappiya falls and swim in its powerful swell. The choking pollution of Manila would all too soon be a reality.