Monday, August 29, 2005

Indiana Jones moment in Balatok



From Baguio, we took a 45 minute jeepney ride to Balatok. Honestly, I went to the mines not knowing anything. I certainly didn't know that we had to wear the heavy hard hat and uncomfortable boots. Although I didn't voice it out that day, I was nervous exploring unfamiliar territory. I thought that they would take us to the actual mines. Well, they did, but the mines we went to was not a working mine anymore, so it was relatively safe.

The guides carefully explained to us every step of the whole process. First was a showcase of mining machines and tools used in the old days. Apparently, the original Balatok mine company was started by a Spanish firm when they discovered gold in the area. It closed some years ago, and later reopened to be a 60-40% co-ownership thing between residents and the company. I forget her name now, but our tour guide is a third generation employee of the firm. She related that back in the old days, there was a school and a housing complex for the families of the employees.

Entering that deep, long, extremely dark, 500-meter cave was a new experience for me. It helped that they installed a blower inside so it was very cool, but the ground was slushy and muddy so I had a hard time walking.

My biggest fear at that time was that part of the tunnel will cave in while we were inside. Images of movies where people got trapped inside the tunnel for days before being rescued came into my mind. I gradually forgot my fear as we went along, listening to the cool hum of the blower at the far end of the tunnel and taking in all the new sights and knowledge that day. The coolest part for me was when we were inside the lunch area for miners, and they actually blew a dynamite and we personally felt how strong it can be (the whole mine shook). Still, most mine workers don't like putting earplugs as they consider it bothersome (mga pasaway). I also learned that in an actual working mine, there was no blower so the temperature inside is hot, so most miners wear nothing except underwear, while another worker douses him with water using a hose.

At the far end of the tunnel were the carts used to haul all the debris from the digging. We rode that to go inside once again, where I felt like Indiana Jones, and couldn't help but hum the theme inside my head....

I highly recommend those going to Baguio to ditch the usual tours and pay Balatok Mines a visit. Entrance is just P250, including the boots and hard hat rental. Oh, and they give you a certificate of completion and a cool badge engraved with the visitor count. I was visitor no.80, 448...

A close look at mining operations


sabi nga ni armi...3 Ds daw..dark, dangerous and dirty....







sifting for gold dust

Balatok Mines Tour



Balatok Mines employees

The ajoshis waiting for the dynamite blast experience

Posing with two ajoshis who joined us in the tour...


Tantanantan, tantanan (indiana jones theme)...our first time to ride the cart used to haul debris...

Thursday, August 25, 2005

Next stop: Lourdes Grotto



According to our research, it will take 252 steps to reach the top of Baguio's own Lourdes Grotto, located at the Dominican Hills. But when you are actually there, climbing steep stairs while lumbering 3 days worth of clothes in your backpack, it feels more like 1,000 steps...

More Tam-awan pics

With Ate Cathy and the artist called Paeng (a.k.a. Billy Crawford of Tam-awan)


(l to r)
art for sale, Ifugao house with 2nd floor, fertility pole

Tuesday, August 23, 2005

Tam-awan Village Trip, Baguio City

Tam-awan Village, Baguio City
19 August 2005


Inside the Ibaloi Houses
Tam-awan Coffee Shop & Store

View from the top...

Gallery

We took advantage of the long weekend, because Quezon City Day fell on a Friday, and being Quezon City girls, we didn't have work. Our original plan was to make a pilgrimage to Our Lady of Manaoag in Pangasinan. However, at the last minute, we decided to head to Baguio first before proceeding to Dagupan late Saturday since it was just 2 hrs away. This makes sense because times are hard and bus fare is expensive, so might as well maximize it.

Arriving at 6 am on August 19, we headed to session road and ate heavy breakfast in the only resto open, Chow King. Armi and I had earlier agreed that we would only go to the lesser known Baguio tourist spots, so first in our itinerary was the Tam-awan Village.
Tam-awan is a haven for local artists, with a gallery, coffee shop cum gift shop, and authentic Igorot and Ibaloi huts that they also rent out. Paeng, one of the local artists, gave us a tour of the whole place. Thankfully, I had the good sense to wear rubber shoes, otherwise, it could have been another one of my klutzy trip experiences.

We also met Sultan, another local artist, and Ate Cathy, the accommodating and friendly coffee shop/souvenir employee. Ate Cathy answered all our questions, no matter how stupid and trivial they were. Tam-awan holds regular art classes, and helps out local artists by mounting shows and selling their art. Its serene environment attracts artists because it induces their creativity. Paeng, for example, is actually from Q.C., but somehow ended up being one of the in-house artists when he moved to Baguio to study.

Among the things you can enjoy in Tam-awan, aside from staying overnight and taking up art lessons, is to have your sketch drawn by a local artist (payment is whatever amount you want to donate). We also saw some GSM Blue and dayap under one of the Igorot houses, so I guess you could drink with the artists too. Or touch the fertility pole if you want to get pregnant (for females only ha, this is not applicable to gays..fertility pole po it, hindi miracle pole).