Since I had to finish paid work after our rock trip weekend, the first half of our stay in Baguio was rather uneventful. Every night though, we would go out for a walk. For fans of DIY travelling like us, night walking is a staple itinerary. It’s interesting (and cheap) to see how cities are at night. It's like watching a person sleep – intimate, but at a distance.
A whole week in Baguio, and our nights turned out to be more exciting than our days. Random surprises made the chilly nights warm. On one night, a popular local celebrity spontaneously performed free verse on stage in 18 BC – a famous local pub in Baguio known for featuring promising musicians – contributing to Baguio’s reputation as art’s haven. (And, apparently, the local celebrity hot spot.) He was jiberring yada for all we know, but it did bring the house down.
Meanwhile, on another night, we went out on a mission. We were set to find something that will keep our stay in Baguio warm, so we figured 18BC is a good start. Cut the long story short, beginner’s luck.
Check out the band, Powerpuff Corns. Bryan, their lead, is our rockstar guy. He welcomed us to Baguio in a way that only a brothah would. Really talented musicians with soul – they connect, man. Music and art connects, yeah. (*Smoke rings, smoke rings*)
Coincidentally, on our way back, we found an artsy graffitied wall along Legarda Road, a block away from 18 BC, and two blocks away from where we’re staying at Bernabe Apartments. It’s the wall at the entrance of a narrow street behind Caltex. It shouldn’t be that hard to miss.
Check out the band, Powerpuff Corns. Bryan, their lead, is our rockstar guy. He welcomed us to Baguio in a way that only a brothah would. Really talented musicians with soul – they connect, man. Music and art connects, yeah. (*Smoke rings, smoke rings*)
Coincidentally, on our way back, we found an artsy graffitied wall along Legarda Road, a block away from 18 BC, and two blocks away from where we’re staying at Bernabe Apartments. It’s the wall at the entrance of a narrow street behind Caltex. It shouldn’t be that hard to miss.
We find meaning in random things that we feel connected to. It makes the art of traveling sweeter, and makes any place we go to a bit cozier. In an age where everything is diluted as empty publicity, meaning has become a scarcity. So, we take pieces of meaning with us as we travel along.
And soon enough, they will make sense.