Wow, I have not been doing right by you. I feel like I’ve been letting you guys down, not updating my blog more often (and soon enough), so I’m glad to buckle down and do this now. I’d like to start with a bit of honesty: I made these waffles a while back, so it really should have been up months ago. So now that that’s out of the way…
(OK, no more procrastinating. Here’s the last leg of my Sagada trip. Sorry it took so long.)
So I woke up at about 3:30AM, got dressed, got my shit together, and headed down the lobby to check out and wait for our tour driver. Why so early? We were headed to Kiltepan Peak to see the famed “sea of clouds” hopefully roll into view. It’s one of the most popular attractions in Sagada, so getting there early wasn’t just to catch the sunrise but to get a patch of ground not occupied by another hopeful tourist.
If you’ve noticed from my latest posts so far, I’ve been having way too much fun making no-bake desserts. I can’t help it; they’re easy to make and I don’t have to bother with the oven. I suppose I’ll have to tinker with actual baking some time, but for now, here’s another no-bake treat you might want to try out too. (Sorry about the superfluous title; there is no other way to describe these delicious monsters.)
I know I owe you the last part of my Sagada experience, but for some reason, I’m feeling a little burned out about that. I promise I will get back to that, but for now I want to squeeze in a couple of other things first just to change things up and hopefully get myself back on track. I haven’t written a restaurant review in a while, so I’ll start with that.
The only reason why we came here was the place we originally wanted to try was packed and we wanted to try something new. My sister was the one who suggested Papi Chulo’s, a place we were constantly passing to get somewhere else.
(Wow, have I kept people waiting for a long time. I hope I haven’t lost you since Day 1. Sorry about that, but anyway…)
I woke up at about 5:30 so I could get dressed and go out to grab an early breakfast before this morning’s escapade: Bomod-Ok Falls. Despite the burning I was already feeling in my muscles from yesterday’s spelunking, I went out and looked into different convenience stores to find some pandesal for breakfast, then went back to the hotel to have coffee. Finally, 7 came around and so did the empty van, into which the three amigos and I piled, all in the back (remember the girl’s request yesterday?)
So it’s been almost two weeks since I went to Sagada, and as I type this, my account of my first day, I’m still nursing an injury I believe I sustained from the trip. I hope this isn’t going to be a trend for me, gathering painful little mementos instead of souvenirs to remember my trips by (remember my great Bohol burn?). But I don’t want to get ahead of myself, so let me start by actually saying I’ve been wanting to go to Sagada for a long time now, even before that damn movie came out (Filipinos know which one I’m talking about). No offense, I mean I haven’t seen it, but enough with the tired quotes and references already, people! Anyway, as I was saying…
Ever since I learned how to make a no-bake graham cracker crust, I’ve been going crazy with the possibilities this amazing power wields. Should I try nuts this time? Maybe a fruit layer? How about a cheesecake? The answer came to me when my sister brought home a bag of giant marshmallows.
I woke up about 5:30 that morning oddly enough with the feeling of relief that I get to go home today. I say ‘odd’ because I normally feel wistful when my vacations come to an end. Then again, more than a couple of things about this outing did not exactly work out for me, so that’s probably why I was looking forward to leaving.
I woke up at 5AM to get myself ready for the day’s adventure (we weren’t due to be picked up until 7, but I hate feeling rushed). Good thing my headache from yesterday had finally eased; it got so bad, I was seriously considering the night before to skip today’s tour. Fingers crossed, today would be better than the less-than-stellar activities of yesterday.
(So it seems I’ve fallen into my old habit of not updating my blog again. I know at this point you won’t be buying whatever excuse I make so I’m just going to get right to it.)
Caramoan has never really been in my list of must-visit places, to be perfectly honest. To me, Caramoan is what fries are are to an ice cream place: you don’t really go there for it because the place is known for better options, but it’s nice to know you have it around in case you ever want it. But this French fry gained popularity when Survivor filmed a season there, and I have to admit, it’s what piqued my interest in the first place. I’m a sucker for nice beaches, so this seemed like a good place for my last hurrah for the summer.