Horses are replaced by rusty four-wheeled vehicle fit for mountainous terrain. And it is a MUST that you ride on the roof, unlike some Manila-based yuppies who prefer the seats inside. By the way, the whole place stinks of dead meat, like you’re in some forsaken wild, wild, west. Creepy but exciting, nonetheless. Go north, Go Middle Earth.
When I saw this from the horizon going to Middle Earth, it looks as if I returned to Cameron Highlands in Malaysia last year. But no, it looks like it from afar but is more wonderful. After 12 long hour drive, and intermittent sleep, the entrance to paradise is within reach. Go North, go Middle Earth.
When Kalye Bumatay becomes too hot to handle…when some people gives you pain in the neck…when Manila weather is undefined…when your eyes strain from PC monitor…when too much city life chokes you…what to do?
Go somewhere green, somewhere cold, somewhere far, somewhere fresh, somewhere north. Go Middle Earth.
