These were edited late last year when I was trying out digital conversion from colored RAW files to black and white. I’m not that happy with the boat photos yet; I’ll try to work on them again when I have a bit of time to spare. 🙂
My computer has been rather rudely reminding me that I need to do some maintenance and clean up; it’s been freezing up and refusing to budge if I have more than a few sites and apps open, so I’ve been digging through my digital baul* weeding out old files that I no longer need. I found a stash of photos from way back when Multiply was still a thing (remember them?), and I’m thinking of uploading them here to back them up. I’ll have to get permission from some of the people in the shots, though, so it’s going to take a while.
For now, I’ll leave you with this collection of vakul weaving photos, still from the Batanes collection. The vakul is a traditional headdress that the Ivatan people wear to work in the fields. The vakul is sturdy enough to keep them dry during the rainy season, and comfortable enough to keep them cool in the summer. It takes the weavers up to a week to make a single vakul, depending on its size.
*Baul is the Filipino word for a chest in which to keep one’s things.
Found this while cleaning out my hard drive. I miss the sunsets in Batanes. 🙂
The unseasonably hot and humid weather plus the fluctuating electricity did have one positive effect: we had more opportunities to interact with our fellow guests who, like us, could not sleep soundly because of the heat. This was how we met and became travel buddies with RC, an outdoor buff and mountain climber who was traveling solo and staying at our lodgings. R., A., and I had just come in from a tour when we ran into RC at the veranda. We asked him and a couple of other travelers to join us for dinner and a chat while the lights were still on.
R. and A.mentioned to the others that they had plans to go hiking up Mr. Iraya the next day. They’d asked me to go along, but my bad knee precluded hiking anywhere for that long. They were worried that I’d be at loose ends for the rest of the day despite my assurances that I could entertain myself quite well for a few hours, so they tried to come up with alternative activities for me. RC mentioned that he was going to Valugan Beach at 4:00am to catch the sunrise, so R. and A. encouraged me to go with him. I said I was game if I woke up in time.
Of course, the electricity decided to cut out again at around 1:00 am, and the heat was making it impossible to sleep yet again. Rather than spend the time futilely tossing and turning in my sweat-soaked bed, I ended up half asleep and scrambling over boulders at 4:30 in the morning, wondering if I was going to slip and end up breaking my neck in the pre-dawn dark. 😛 Luckily, the view made up for the early call time.
RC was so absorbed in getting the perfect shot that he set up his gear a little too close to the water’s edge. Of course, that’s when a friendly wave decided to come up to say hello…
…and drench him (and his non-waterproof camera) from head to toe.
And in case you were wondering, nope, the camera didn’t make it.
Found this while reading on the net:
To me the sea is a continual miracle,
The fishes that swim—the rocks—the motion
of the waves—the ships, with men in them
—what stranger miracles are there?
We decided to spend sunset on our last full day in Batanes at the Vayang Rolling Hills. It was the only tourist spot that we hadn’t been to on Batan Island; we’d kept putting it off because, for one, as R., one of my travel companions said, “All of these hill views are starting to blur together in my mind. That’s the trouble with rushing through the sites the way we have. We should take a step back.”
Keep reading after the jump.
Inaugurated in 2007, the shelter port was built to protect Batan Island’s boats from the area’s mercurial weather. It has since become a popular stop on the South Batan tour. Since many of the South Batan tours are squeezed into half a day, most visitors to the island only see the top view of the port from the road winding along the mountainside. I thought it would be worth checking out the port itself so I took a tricycle from Basco and spent a good part of the afternoon there.
Keep reading after the jump.