Dreams do come true. The farthest (in my mind) because of travel conditions, where life is spartan and with limited access to conveniences in life, I dare to go to Batanes.
This time of year, it is too hot in Sabtang Island, the rocks did not provide relief from the scorching sun.
but the pink sands is a sight to behold.
The Ivatans of Batanes adapted to the onslaught of typhoons and called their place, “Land of the winds”
The native of Batanes, the Ivatans wear Vakul, the head dress for rain and sun.
the rocky cliffs are breathtakingly beautiful.
Sabtang Lighthouse viewed from the boat.
You have to travel in group in Sabtang or it can be lonely.
unless you are with the trying to be Ivatan maiden with Vakul.
local dates which taste just like the Middle East dates can be found in Sabtang Island, it’s the dwarf variety but taste as sweet and the leaves are being processed and made into Vakul.
Goats are scaling the rocks
and scavenging along the road.
The Ivatan village with the typical ivatan houses made of rocks and limestone and thick sewed cogon grass with reeds base as its roof. the stone last forever while the roof from 20 to 40 years.
the tricycle just like the bus uses cogon grass for its roof, it is cooler and cheaper, and won’t rust of course.
The food comes from the sea and easy to prepare with leaves of Breadfruit tree as the plate cover instead of banana leaves. there are few bananas there that I did not see a single banana in four days.
Going to Sabtang from Basco is through Ivana port with the Fallowa boat designed to withstand the undercurrent. it was fun being tossed by the sea unless you easily got seasick.
We asked the Lord’s blessing in Ivana church before going to Sabtang.
It was a glorious Sabtang Island experience.
(next post Batan Island)