For our last full day in Ilocos, we went to Vigan. Leigh informed us that ever since it was declared as one of the new seven wonder cities of world, tourists were relentlessly flocking particularly on weekends. Good thing that we decided to go on a Monday, hoping that there’ll be less tourists when we arrive there. As we were already coming from Laoag City, we just took the bus from Partas, which has trips to Vigan every 30 minutes. We paid Php 137 to the ticket station and waited until 10 am before leaving. The travel took around 2 hours. It would have been faster if there were no road construction during the trip. Only one lane was open on some points and we had to wait it out before we had our turn. It would also have been quicker if some of the motorists were attentive and disciplined to strictly follow the change between the red/green lights.
We woke up quite late today. My legs ached a bit from yesterday’s biking and I even had to use Omega painkiller on my legs. After our lunch, we’ll be driving a lot to first visit Dingras, and eventually to a cultural park south of Laoag. Tita Doris had been wanting us to visit Nueva Era Eco Cultural Park.
It has been almost two years since I last visited Laoag City. However, instead of taking the bus from Fariñas in Sampaloc, we opted to take the plane from Manila to Laoag City via PAL Express. We booked the flight last December 30 and it cost cheaper than Cebu Pacific (which was a surprise). The same roundtrip flight for both of us were around Php 10,500, while the same route was for Php 6,800 in PAL Express. O_O It was our first time to both take PAL Express and visit the Centennial Terminal. I underestimated the traffic situation as I thought it would only take us 20 minutes to travel from Makati, but in fact, we traveled for about 45 minutes. We were still early, though, and we still had time to correct our return flight schedule.
Earlier this week, there were rough talks between Papa and his siblings whether we would be going to Pangasinan for All Saints Day. It was not only until a couple of days later that the plan was finalized, but the exact time of departure had been uncertain. October 31 was not declared a holiday, and it meant that we (Mon and I) would have to come all the way from Makati after work because I thought that we would be leaving at 4:00 AM.
On our way to Marikina on a cab, we were eventually told that we won’t be off until 9:00 AM the following morning. When they said 9:00 AM, I knew that it meant 10:00 AM, which I did not mind at all because I was hoping to sleep longer. I had already prepared myself to sleep during the long ride to Pangasinan, but to lie down on a bed will always be way better.