Dasol, Pangasinan
November 7, 2011
Day 3 - Part 1 (Celebrating My 26th Year)
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Gentle hues... Quaint appeal... Hypnotic charm... The beautiful scene that greeted us on a road trip in Dasol, Pangasinan. The picturesque mountains and river are enough to make the perfect compostion. Add to that the glowing dawn and you got yourself your very own Monet. .Classic. |
We left the town of Alaminos abound a non-aircon bus headed for Burgos.
It was past 4 am and the familiar morning frost was a relief. When we boarded the bus, almost all heads looked up at us. Curious stares and silence followed. They were probably wondering where we were heading, carrying huge backpacks at that ungodly hour.
I looked around me and saw a handful of locals who were quietly sited in the back rows. From the large baskets they were carrying, I could only guess where they’re headed. I smiled thinking how early morning starts in this part of the country.
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Pain and pleasure as they say... Going to Tambobong after a night of rain is no mean feat. Most part of the road was submerged in flood... mud... rocks.... So prepare yourself to be tossed if ever you decide to go on a rainy season... Nonetheless, the rural scene is still breathtaking. Would you agree? .Rustic. |
It was a smooth 30-minutes ride to the town of Burgos. I can’t remember how many times we’ve reminded the bus conductor to drop us off at the unfamiliar town. Fortunately, the locals were very accommodating in guiding us where to go. It was still dark when the bus dropped us off at the outskirts of Burgos Market. After acquainting our eyes with the eerie darkness, we immediately searched for a tricycle that would take us to the town of Dasol. Thirty minutes more of haggling with the driver and practicing our acting skills, we found ourselves traversing the unpaved road to the quaint seaside village of Tambobong.
Speaking of Tambobong, the road (or the lack of it) going there is literally a pain-in-the-as. Pain in the ass especially if you’re seated at the back of the tricycle where the metal railings are banging every part of your body… The fact that it rained hard the night before, flooding the road and causing the decrepit tricycle to be stuck in deep mud for a couple of times, was already a challenging effort. Enduring it for more than an hour is definitely not a walk in the park…
Realization: The difficulty of acquiring something makes that something more appealing.
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Almost 1 and half hour of rough road... putik, baha, bato... Kakarag-karag na tricycle... Magnificent view of rural setting and sunrise... Amazing vista of Zambales and Bataan mountain ranges... Fresh Early morning Breeze... Ricefields, rivers, trees... Non-stop shutter of lens... The Road. Dasol, Pangasinan. |
(to be continued...Day 3 - Part 2)
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