A Stroll Around the City of Pines, Baguio

Going places has always been a dream of mine. It may even sound too ambitious, but I've made it a goal to travel to all 82 provinces of the Philippines and, of course, internationally. It might seem obvious, considering I've dedicated a page to this goal on my blog. I thought it would be hard for me to figure out where or how to start. However, I realize that the difficult part will be doing things alone.

That's why the month of May was very fulfilling, as I finally embarked on my (not so very) first solo trip. I was quite unsure when I would be able to go on another solo trip, so I took a few more days off after the concert. I didn't really have any itinerary for where I should go for my remaining four days in Luzon. However, since I attended the concert with my new friend Gen, who's from Benguet, I decided to tag along with her when she went back home.

Since a lot of things went out of hand before this Luzon trip, my Benguet trip was cut short, and I only stayed in Baguio for 24 hours. Not much time to explore, but definitely more reasons to be back soon.

After the concert, we rushed back to the Airbnb to retrieve my belongings. We were in a hurry since Gen also had work early the next morning. We are trying to catch the 10:30 p.m. bus to Baguio. When we arrived at the terminal, the Genesis bus scheduled for that time had already departed just a few minutes earlier. Fortunately, there was a Joy Bus liner that had yet to depart. So, we decided to take it, even though it was a little pricey compared to the ordinary bus, which we felt was justifiable since we received a free snack and water, and they even lent us a blanket.

We arrived in Baguio around 3:00ish a.m., which was earlier than we had anticipated. I'm just really grateful that I had Gen with me because at this point the exhaustion and lack of sleep had started to get to me. So, the first thing we did was to eat breakfast at Volante, and gladly we did because we realized that we hadn't had dinner before the concert. While we were eating, I was preoccupied with looking for accommodation as I had not booked one.

Since I was only planning to do sightseeing at the tourist spots Gen had recommended for the rest of the day, I didn't feel the need for me to book an accommodation. However, since we arrived too early and your Tita couldn't handle the exhaustion anymore, we decided to look for a transient house that was willing to accommodate an early check-in. Fortunately, Gen found one. Although it was a little far from the city center, it was still accessible. We took a taxi there, and after Gen made sure I was settled in, she finally went home to rest. That was also the moment it finally sunk in that I was truly in Baguio. I couldn't help but smile; it still felt surreal that I was finally crossing another one off my bucket list.

Here's a funny thing: I set my alarm for 3 hours, thinking it would give me just enough time to recharge for the long day ahead. However, someone didn't hear the alarm and woke up after 6 hours! Now, the itinerary Gen recommended is completely out of order. Good thing I wasn't feeling anxious about it, but I was lowkey worried because I didn't know where to start, and I didn't also want to bother Gen while she was at work.

I reminded myself that I was there to relax and enjoy, so there was no need to overthink if things didn't go as planned. I got up, took a bath, and dressed up. I was even brave enough to ride a jeepney without knowing where it would take me. It was definitely the most spontaneous trip I have ever done.

Luckily, I wasn't taken far. When I saw the Burnham Park sign, I decided it would be my first stop. I didn't have any expectations since I had already lost half a day. So, I decided to do a city tour instead. I walked around the park and was glad I had practiced how to take good 0.5 photos beforehand because, girl, it saved me. This Gen Z way of taking photos is perfect for a solo trip like this one.

I brought a tripod with me, but I wasn't really confident to take it out in public. So, I was about to settle for 0.5 photos. While I was taking a photo, a guy passing by seemed to be in a rush. I didn't mind him, just like the other passersby, but he stopped and approached me, asking if I would like him to take my photos. At first, I was hesitant because my pessimistic side was kicking in. I didn't know this guy—what if he pretended to take a photo and ran off with my phone? All the worst-case scenarios played out in my mind.

On the other hand, the optimistic side of me was also trying to convince me that it was alright. He might be a good guy just trying to help. With a little hesitation, I gave him my phone, thinking he would take 2 to 3 photos, which was fine with me since I'm not very good with the camera. It was an awkward interaction because my introverted self gets to me most of the time. But girl, he delivered. He took enough photos for me to have options.

Afterwards, he sprinted back and was about to cross the road but got caught in traffic. I was going the same way since I saw an obelisk and was curious about it. However, I noticed how beautiful the entrance (where I had exited) with a sign saying Burnham Park, so I stopped to take a 0.5 photo. The guy saw me again, stepped back, and offered to take my photo there. My gears were turning, but I trusted him this time. I'm glad I did. Just look at the photos he took!

And to that random guy, thank you not just for these photos but for helping me loosen up and feel confident. Because of that brief interaction, I was able to fully enjoy this whole trip. A big THANK YOU to you.

Right after I finished my walk at the park, I looked up on Google to find nearby spots I could visit, and since I'm fond of museums, that's where I went. A few minutes' walk (or hike) from the park is the Baguio Museum.

I presented my ID and paid an entrance fee of 100 pesos. This four-story museum has been segregated into four levels: the basement, where the art exhibits are located; the first floor, serving as the entrance, which houses the information center and showcases the rich culture and heritage of the Cordillera Region; the third floor, dedicated to the history of Baguio; and the fourth floor, which I'm not really sure about, but it seemed to showcase pieces of furniture made in CAR.

As I explored each level of the museum, I marveled at the displays, ranging from ancient artifacts to contemporary artworks. I couldn't help but admire their culture and heritage, showcasing how they have thrived with what nature has given us and maintained their traditions as time evolved without forgetting their roots. The museum's vibrant displays and insightful narratives captivated my imagination, deepening my appreciation for the region's diverse heritage.

When I finished my tour at the Baguio Museum, I was feeling lost again as I didn't know where I should go next with the time I had. Unfortunately, traveling to far places was not an option, so I asked one of the staff at the Baguio Museum if there was any other museum nearby. She suggested for me to go to the Museo Kordilyera, which was a few minutes' walk from the Baguio Museum. When another staff member heard our conversation, she provided me with directions to get there. I was pretty confident that I would not get lost since I had Google Maps. Luckily, my instincts were on full alert, and I was able to follow and remember every instruction the staff provided without relying on maps.

I might have misheard the staff when she said that the Museo is near a school because it's actually inside the University of the Philippines Baguio. When I realized it, I was hesitant since I wasn't sure if it was open to the public. When I saw the signage, I approached the guard on duty to ask for directions or how I could get to the museum. They were really friendly; I just had to log on their visitors log, and they guided me all the way to the back where the museum is located. I thought it was just a small museum, but it was actually big, and there was also some construction going on, so it might still be unfinished. The entrance fee is 60 pesos.

As you step into its halls, you're greeted by a rich tapestry of exhibits, each telling a unique story of the Cordillera people. From intricately woven textiles to traditional tools and artifacts, the museum offers a captivating glimpse into the way of life, traditions, and beliefs of the indigenous communities of the Cordillera region. 

I was pleasantly surprised to discover a mini library/store (for UP Press books) inside the museo. There were chairs, so I assumed that we could read there for free, and I did read a few titles, including these two that I had previously come across on my social media feed. Sadly, I didn't finish the Filipino translation of "Little Prince" because of the time. There were other interesting titles too, but buying a new book was not on the list, so I didn't get any.

I still had a few hours before Gen and I were supposed to meet up again after her shift, so I asked Google for my next stop. What caught my eye was the Baguio Botanical Garden. So, from UP, I took a taxi. And can I ask, why do they drive so fast—not just taxis but even jeepneys? My explanation would be because Baguio is situated in the mountains, so they have to accelerate, I don't know. Hahaha, it's just funny to me how I hold on for dear life every time I have to take local transport.

Anyway, as soon as you step inside, you're greeted by an expanse of lush greenery, vibrant flowers, and a variety of plant species that thrive in Baguio's cool, high-altitude climate. By the way, there was an entrance fee of 100 pesos.

The garden is divided into several themed sections, each offering a unique experience. There's a section dedicated to indigenous flora and showcasing plants native to the Cordillera region. Walking through these areas, you gain a deeper appreciation for the region's botanical diversity.

One of my favorite spots in the Baguio Botanical Garden was the Cordillera Village. This area features detailed replicas of traditional houses and clothing from various Cordillera tribes.

I was also excited to wear their traditional clothes. At first, I was worried about how I could hide my dress underneath, but Kuya worked his magic. He skillfully helped me wrap the traditional fabric, making sure I was comfortable and that my dress was neatly hidden. It was an amazing experience to be dressed in traditional attire, adding an authentic touch to my visit.

I wrapped up my visit to the Botanical Garden by buying souvenirs for my family and friends. The local vendors outside the garden offered a variety of handmade crafts and trinkets, each reflecting the rich cultural heritage of the region. It was a perfect way to take a piece of Baguio's charm back home and share it with my loved ones.

I was back again with our mini-game of 'Where the heck should I go next?' However, this time, your tita wanted to take it slow because my feet needed a break. So, I hopped on a random jeepney, not knowing where it would take me.

I couldn't help but feel grateful that I was blessed with a little photographic memory. When I spotted the Christmas tree at the roundabout near Session Road—the one I saw when we arrived in Baguio at dawn—I automatically got off.

I'm fortunate to have spotted the Our Lady of the Atonement Cathedral, so I decided to pay it a visit. Besides exploring museums, one thing I always make sure to do is visit churches. It's believed that when you visit a church for the first time, your three prayers or wishes will be granted.

After my visit to the church, I planned to call it a day and wait for Gen outside. Surprisingly, I found myself feeling a bit bored and decided to continue strolling despite my tired feet.

I headed straight to Session Road, then continued on to Malcolm Square, City Market, Igorot Park, and Melvin Jones Grandstand, where I witnessed students practicing both modern and ethnic dances. Finally, I returned to Burnham Park, where I waited for Gen.

It was past 6:00 p.m. when Gen and I met. We decided to head back to Volante for dinner. Feeling a bit adventurous (and because rice is life), I opted for the Smoked Pork Cordillera style. Although the pork was a bit tough, it was still delicious. Gen, on the other hand, chose lasagna for dinner. We chatted throughout the meal and I was delighted to meet someone as like-minded and open-minded as her.

After our meal, we went to Vizco's Restaurant & Cake Shop for dessert and to try Gen's recommendation, their infamous strawberry shortcake. Gen spoke highly of it, so of course, it's a must-try. And it didn't disappoint.

We also tried their tiramisu cake, but it wasn't quite to my liking. It was okay, just lacking the coffee kick I was looking for.

After the satisfying meal, we made our way to Harrison Road to experience Baguio's night market. As the night falls, the roads close off, and by around 9 p.m., the Baguio Night Market comes alive. Colorful stalls adorn the streets, displaying an array of goods ranging from traditional handicrafts to delectable street food options.

After purchasing a few more souvenirs, we decided to call it a day, though the realization that my Baguio trip had come to an end brought about mixed feelings. During the 24 hours I spent in Baguio, the warmth and hospitality of the locals, especially Gen's, made my experience truly special.

As I boarded the bus back to Manila, I found myself reflecting on the unforgettable moments. The crisp mountain air, the lively streets, and the genuine kindness of the people had left a lasting impression on me. I will definitely be back to visit the places I missed during this trip and also explore the neighboring provinces.

Agyamanak Baguio till next time.