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Stories of town explorations.
"I have to say you need to experience first before concluding and I found out that people at the remote barrios are warm, accommodating and kind."

Seeing a hanging bridge over a great river, well, over a creek will do too, has always been a fascination whenever I travel. I said it is a fascination because I rarely see a hanging bridge since I am a [component] old city dweller wherein what I see everyday are >100-year-old houses and multi-century-old structures, parks and palace. Looking at individuals crossing different types of hanging bridges sparks a different kind of feeling in me. At last, there is something "new" in my sight, not really the old thing I am already used of seeing daily.

Overview

Ambalayat Hanging Bridge
Hmmm, I am very much confident to say that the town of Tagudin should be a must-experience destination when it comes to HisTourism (History + Tourism) because unknown to many, major events in our history which are actually 'firsts' happened here. I will talk more about this for the next posts.

Aside from historical sites in the town, just in case you are already tired of bombarding your brain with thoughts that will compel you to invent a time machine just to be able to understand history and/or going back to school to stare for 1 hour for that boring history teacher, then I can suggest a place for you that is not related to Persian Gulf Wars, rocket science and Ming dynasty.

Location of Tagudin on Map

The people call this as Ambalayat Hanging Bridge, some also call it Ambalayat Foot Bridge. But it is more popularly called as a hanging bridge maybe because motorcycles can also cross the river using this bridge and not merely by foot. (#edmareasoning)

It is located in Brgy Ambalayat, hence the name, the last frontier of Tagudin town at the east. Ambalayat hanging bridge connects this remote barangay to the rest of [mainland] Tagudin. The barrio is being detached from the main landmass of Tagudin because of the Amburayan River that separates it. So don't think this is an island the moment I said that it is detached from the mainland.

It is actually located at the parts of Tagudin wherein mountains start to appear closer and going further at the east would be another mountain town already.

The Little (or more) pain of Going

Road to aAmbalayat
I am sharing this to show you how to go there and to encourage you to think twice. Yes, seriously, in case you  are a senior citizen with osteoarthritis or a good-looking man yet asthmatic exacerbated by off-road travel if ever you are unlucky enough to have that condition.

As I said, just "in case" you want some off-road adventures and careless travel memories, I am suggesting this. But of course, I won't tell you that it is as stunning as the Golden Gate Bridge so I am carefully writing this post so as not to overrate the place.

However, I believe if you have that spirit of a traveler, adventurer, or explorer of just any town, you will love this especially if you want to discover this town deep in your heart.

Before reaching Brgy Ambalayat where this bridge is located, you have to take a mixture of cracked, muddy, and rough road. But I believe it depends upon the season. If it is dry season this is the version: Before reaching Brgy Ambalayat where this bridge is located, you have to take a mixture of cracked, dusty, and rough road. Did you notice the difference?

Reaching Ambalayat

Ambalayat Hanging Bridge
It was an another mission accomplished. This bridge is actually on my list since a brochure of Tagudin tourism has included this as one of the points of interests in the town.

As I arrive at the place where the bridge was located, it was a mix emotion, on my part. It was an instant relief. I tell you the place is so peaceful and relaxing. There was no noise, but there are sounds, lovely sounds of the birds, and the moving air creating friction to tree branches filled with leaves. I saw the river upon reaching the place. It was calm, there was no rush. But during typhoon, practically, I believe it becomes harsh.

Crossing Ambalayat Hanging Bridge

Ambalayat Hanging Bridge
I can say reaching the place is safe. The people won't harm as per experience which is contrary to the belief of many that it is not safe here for strangers.

I don't really know why most people consider remote barrios as dangerous destinations. I really hate this kind of stereotyping. I have to say you need to experience first before concluding and I found out that people at the remote barrios are warm, accommodating and kind.

Tambay Kids along the bridge

Ambalayat Hanging Bridge
I am loving this experience. It was truly fulfilling that at least, I am able to immerse myself in Tagudin and even to get familiar to the town.

As per experience, solo travel is already enough to get immersed and to discover the town by heart.

The people I met

The moment I set foot to this remote barrio, the people already knew that I am a stranger here. Just before I crossed the bridge, I saw a group of men playing card games.

I can hear them talk about me, like "Who is that?" and they look at me with facial expressions that it is their first time to see or meet me. I did interact with them and the people were warm.

One of them was telling that he is thankful that someone like me is visiting their barrio.

A Woman Crossing the Bridge

I went to the other side of the barrio after crossing the 200-meter hanging bridge spanning the Amburayan River. It was about to rain but I still continued the journey. I walked down this new barrio, meeting new faces, seeing new places.

It was great! The unsafe rumor was just really a rumor. I went down near the river and savored the peace and "safety" of this new destination. As droplets of rain fall to my skin gently, I feel like the rain was part of the warm welcome. The experience was very memorable.

Leaving the remote barrio



It was that simple bridge that made way for me to discover the beauty of the barrio and I would not dare say that it is an ordinary bridge.

Without that bridge, I may not be able to meet kind people, to encounter a peaceful community and to experience this very beautiful barrio.

Ambalayat hanging bridge as seen from the other side




Souvenir Photo

No regrets. Going here was not easy, at least, if you are still coming from other towns or other provinces. But I don't care whether or not this place is considered a tourist attraction. Well, I am not about that concept. The mere fact that the experience was memorable is already more then enough :)

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You are reading the Part 4 of our Tagudin town series

Prelude | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
NAGUSTUAM DIAY NABASAM/NAKITAM? MABALIN MO MET I-LIKE.
Stories of town explorations.
"The woods cover portions of the area densely, making the ruins to appear as a valuable part of the thick woods and that the thick forest-like setting has been ordered by nature to take care of this delicate testament of the past, of our heritage, and of our history."

I reached the place with no idea what to expect aside from the given fact that it is a cemetery and it was ruined. I was with a man who has inspired me to travel and to blog so well. I have been chasing after his blog for a long time now and traveling with this man this time stimulated the neurochemicals of my Central Nervous System to send a signal to itch my feet, thus urging me to rub these feet by going anywhere it can lead me.

For this cemetery ruins, an ordinary person or tourist would not or may not care about it. Well, the site, in the eyes of a non-traveler may just be so ordinary, but Kuya Estan (I call him sir in person) was suggesting me to see this maybe because he already knew that I have become his disciple, LOL! I didn't hesitate to say no and it was in fact a shame on me that I have a way better access to the ruins but I didn't know about it. 

Sta Maria Church Ruins

There was no mark of reluctance within me and I was in fact excited to see this site. As I always say, ordinary person would not care about it but deep inside me, this is such a very important landmark that I should not miss seeing.

Kuya Estan has already seen this before and he was actually showing me the things that I should see here. He was pointing to the old walls of the cemetery and I know it is a thing I must witness.

Santa Maria Church Ruins
There are local residents at the area. Some are gathering and eating Tamarind fruits which according to them, tastes sweet.

The trail to the ruins was lonely, very quiet and as I approached the cemetery, it was eerie before my senses. I wasn't afraid, I just feel a strange feeling coupled with excitement.

No I wasn't scared, it just looks eerie but I was actually enjoying this new discovery and that feeling is part of the thrill of the adventure.

Sta. Maria Ilocos Sur Ruined Cemetery
Kuya Estan at the entrance arch of the cemetery
Santa Maria Ilocos Sur Cemetery
The lonely trail to the ruined cemetery 
I know by myself that this place may not attract tourist that much but it is as equally important as other old churches. Yes, ruined which means left and undervalued but in the eyes of Kuya Estan and me, this landmark is an important seasoning for the taste of our rich history and heritage.

I was approaching the ruins already. I've been seeing a massive entrance arch made of bricks covered with a wild vine called cadena de amor that bears beautiful small pink flowers giving additional color to the place with mostly green objects (trees, grasses, vines) and brown too (the ruins).

Santa Maria Ilocos Sur Cemetery Ruins
Santa Maria Ilocos Sur Cemetery Ruins
As I approach the ruins, there is this feeling, something eerie but it was overridden by excitement that I am having deep breathes.

Sigh, what I saw was just amazingly beautiful. Inside the cemetery is a ruined chapel that gave me chills. Uh, I was having goosebumps and I am sure Kuya Estan is not noticing the height of my emotions since I stayed calm although the excitement of seeing a new place is already manifesting in me with trembling hands and big smile.

Look what I found! It was a ruined chapel with huge altar with beautiful architectural details showing a design that can hardly be seen nowadays. It was showing me a craft full of history, rich heritage and great connection to the past!

Santa Maria Ilocos Sur Cemetery RuinsSanta Maria Ilocos Sur Cemetery RuinsSanta Maria Ilocos Sur Cemetery Ruins


The ruined cemetery wasn't ordinary at my sight. I have seen several ruins but this one remained so beautiful. It is somewhat located inside a forest, as I consider it because the area where it is located has massive outgrowth of trees!

The woods cover portions of the area densely, making the ruins to appear as a valuable part of the thick woods and that the thick forest-like setting has been ordered by nature to take care of this delicate testament of the past, of our heritage, and of our history.



Maps by Wikipedia

Location Highlighted in Red
I may not give an ample dose of information about this ruined cemetery (on how it was ruined, how it was made and the history behind those brick walls, etc) because I intended not just to research about it.

All I wanted is to write this post based on my feelings and observations about the place and this is how I visited this place with Kuya Estan, these were the feelings, the observations and the surprises I experienced.
Eerie? May look like that but I know deep inside me that this moment was r0cking, simply great and I was happy because my tour guide was the person who has inspired me to travel, to capture, to blog and to appreciate more -- now, I was with him face to face.
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NAGUSTUAM DIAY NABASAM/NAKITAM? MABALIN MO MET I-LIKE.
Stories of town explorations.
"All I can see to the face of Lola Conchita is the sincerity in her craft -- that she loves it so much in spite of her age. She started weaving Palaspas when she was 64 years old and at that age, she finds the "need" to do it to earn for a living."

Sitting along the busy street called Liberation Boulevard, Lola Conchita waits for customers to buy her craft called palaspas. At 74 years of age, she is the the oldest among about the 50 palaspas weavers that have occupied the shoulders and sidewalk of the street just in front of the premises of the Simbaan nga Bassit in Vigan City.


I asked other palaspas weavers if I can interview them about this craft [that becomes an industry every Holy Week] and they pointed me to Lola Conchita who hails from San Juan, Ilocos Sur.

I approached Lola Conchita and asked me who am I. I introduced myself as a travel blogger who wants to feature their wonderful craft this Lent. 

Upon saying that I am a travel blogger, she immediately told me that she will be tuning in to the local AM radio program to hear the news. But I told her that I am not involved in any radio program and my audience is internet-based then she stayed silent.

Lola Conchita earns a living through weaving and most of the products that she makes are woven bags, ikamen, and palaspas for the Holy Week.

She will be sleeping at the streets of Vigan overnight and wait for the palaspas buyers the next morning as they celebrate the Palm Sunday.

Rain or shine, she has to stay and wait for the Palm Sunday and sell her woven palaspas.

Lola Conchita told me that she earns 1 thousand pesos every Palm Sunday and she even wished to have 2 Palm Sundays in a year so that she can earn 1000 pesos a day twice a year.

All I can see to the face of Lola Conchita is the sincerity in her craft -- that she loves it so much in spite of her age. She started weaving Palaspas when she was 64 years old and at that age, she finds the "need" to do it to earn for a living.

Lola tells me that this is the only way she can earn. It is the only skill she can share to help her family and from Lola Conchita, she has passed the skill to her children and grandchildren who were mostly with her this time also weaving palaspas to be sold during Palm Sunday.
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NAGUSTUAM DIAY NABASAM/NAKITAM? MABALIN MO MET I-LIKE.