The tricycle is the equivalent of a taxi in small villages in the north of Philippines. All the locals use it and it's pretty cheap. It was however quite hard for both of us to fit inside this thing at once, because we're much taller and bigger than most of the locals here.
Our tricycle driver and us on the way to the vista point in Banaue. From there we hiked for about 2 hours through rice terraces and jungle forest.
A breakfast with a view. This is what we saw in the morning from our breakfast nook at the guesthouse we stayed at in Banaue.
Ifugao woman from a village in the mountains wearing her traditional attire. She lets tourists take photos of her in exchange for some small change. Next to her is a jar in which she spits all the momma she chews up all day long.
The guy walking behind Anne asked us many times to be our guide to the waterfall. We kept saying no to him. Anne asked me to describe here my reaction to the guy, which she found hilarious. Here it is: so imagine an 18 year old boy with a really long and thin rat-tail, wearing a machete on his back, who could barely speak any English at all, and was unable to understand anything we were saying. On top of that, he was chewing betel nut, so his mouth, teeth and lips were covered in red saliva. Every time he spoke, you could see his teeth drenched in red saliva. It make him look like a blood-thirsty head-hunter, who was going to take us to a dark corner of the forest, kill us with his machete and suck our blood. How can you look like this and expect tourists to hire you as their guide?
In Vigan, a picturesque village in the northern tip of Lizon, which is famous for its colonial Spanish architecture. The village was not damaged during WW2, so fortunately today you can see how many other villages in the Philippines looked like. I personally like the old Spanish architecture style much better than the new Filipino constructions.
We couldn't resist the temptation to get a ride in a calesa (a horse-drawn carriage).