I feel like talking about the town I was born in to my post today. So here we go :) I was born and raised in a small town called Sagada in the Northern Region of Luzon. I belong to the tribe of the Igorots. We are called the Head Hunters of Northern Luzon.
Back in the days just like the Native Americans they scalp the head of their kill for us we take the head. That is the reason why they call us the Head Hunters. A mark that somehow people think we still practice.
When I was young I cant wait to get out from this sleepy town. I wanted so bad to finish high school so I could go to the university. I wanted so much to have the city life.
When I finally had the so called city life, Even moved to China I realize that the small town where I was born is actually better than the big cities. I can't seem to cope up with the fast life. These days I pray so hard that may God gave me a chance to retire in that old sleepy town where everybody pretty much know everyone.
somethings I took for granted :(
Inside the Sumguing cave.. somehow it use to be a playground for us
That far village straight at the far end is exactly where some of my friends were born and raised and we need to walk this fields just to go to high school. 4 years and I cant just imagine how I did it :)
A view that can tranquilize you
the hanging coffins in the high rocks of the Rocky Valley