|We rode a bus back to Laoag at 6 AM. The journey took almost 2 hours from what I remembered.|
|We had breakfast here at Macy's, a diner below the Tiffany Hotel where we stayed on our 1st day.|
|A long jeepney ride took us to Paoay: came for this authentic Ilocos empanada.|
Watching the process of making this dish, from start to finish, is a such a delight; almost like magic. I only hope I liked its taste as much as I was entertained.
|Truly note-worthy constructions we saw around that day|
I lost track of the exact time we got there but from what I remembered, Paoay felt to me like a place under a perpetual slumber. I haven't been anywhere near as peaceful as this part of town. Perhaps, I've never been anywhere far enough. Or maybe it's the weather and locals decided it was too hot to go outside. Most probably, it's that part of the day for siestas. I couldn't tell. One thing is clear, it's a quiet, comforting, little town. And the stillness of it all brought an immediate need to escape lest I disturb it.
|Our mode of transportation|
|Malacanang of the North|
Behold, the late President Marcos' residence. Home of very spacious living rooms and chairs so old they prevent you from sitting on it. But I did. Hehehe!
|At one of the bedrooms in this mansion|
There's a 30 pesos fee to get in. You could tour the entire house in less than an hour. It's mostly dark inside and only a few photos turned out from my lack of attention to camera settings. Most of the things you'll see there are old (and needs repair/salvation) yet you'll leave with the feeling of wanting to live in such splendor. At least I did. For a short while.
Another long, wordless ride to Batac and we caught a bus going to Vigan. We slept mostly and woken up by the conductor announcing we have arrived. It was 2 PM according to my notes. Stories and photographs to follow.