Sagada Day 2 (May 2, 2008)

	These are the houses around the place that we've stayed in Sagada.
		This road goes down to the Yogurt House.
What's common with all the houses there is the galvanized roofing metal that used as the outter covering.
	Some views from Masferes Restaurant. It's high tech up there in Sagada. See the satellite dishes?
		It was one of the rare moments when I wanted to sip some coffee after a light breakfast. The sunlight gave us warmth during this cold morning.
	Past 7am, we started our 45minute trek to the Sumaguing Cave. Very different from the city, no houses crowding in small places.
I loved the surrounding filled with towering pine trees. Sagada is very serene and peaceful.
	Houses are either built on concrete walls or the typical yero or the roofing material iron sheets.
		A view from below, these are the pine trees that stand along the road. We were trekking down towards the entrance of the cave.
	In the entrance of Sumaguing Cave. We didn't have any idea what was waiting for us inside the cave.
The ancient keep their dead away from water that will accelerate decomposition. These pile of coffins are placed near the entrance.
	Some coffins covers are carved with some images, some of reptile or lizard which may be endemic to this place.
		We were climb down the cave and the opening upstairs had started to look smaller.
	Our tour guides prepare our lamp while Romy and Eric were taking pictures with their brandnew dSLRs.
Canon buddies: Romy with his 40D and Eric with his 450D.
	This was the start of the challenge. Going down the hole, legs first. You let your foot do the searching for the rocks to step.
		Human elavators. Extra hands. Impossible passages. Everything was just mind blowing!
	Second major challenge: go down from the high boulder through the narrow and blind crevice. There's a rope where you will have to hold on to, and a human shoulder to step on!
Chest level deep! Our skilled guides took the liberty of transporting our gadgets.
	Vandalism! This triggered the declaration of the presidential decree penalizing this disrespect to national heritage.
		Our guides holding the lamps.
	Crissie signing up "Deep! Deep!" The depth is close the height of an average man. Crissie's scared!
Well, well, well. Look do we have here?! Romy and TB waiting for us outside the end of the other cave. It was already past 10am.
	The sun was out and it's warm to the skin, yet the air was still cold. I love the color of the dead pine leaves and the green trees.
		The brown leaves were close to my skin tone. But my height is too far from TB's!
	We had a view of another side of the terraces. It's green due to the planting season! Post harvest season, this is dull!
These terraces is still different from the iconic view you have in Batad.
	Woods drying up under the sun.
		Hanging coffins. This is what Sagada is known for.
	The famous Lemon Pie House. Almost everyone would grab a box of lemon pie here.
Lunch in the Yogurt House. Yogurt with Strawberry Preserves. Yummy!
	The only church in Sagada. Christianity forbade the ancient Sagada burial.
		The stained glass windows of the church.
	The church and the cemetery.
The end of the cemetery leads to the Echo Valley. If you shout loud enough you'll be convinced of the name.
	Skulls out of the coffin. Somewhere down the Echo Valley.
		Weaving of the distinctive fabric.
	Picture taking is actually prohibited inside the work place. I took several pictures until I was told to look at the sign.
	A sign posted inside a bakery. Makes sense?