After exploring the hot springs, we then proceeded to a plot of land owned by one of the nanay (mom) knitters. We were there to try planting rice, and in order to get there, we had to hike down a mountain.
We were not forced to plant rice, and some people in our group did not feel like doing so because it would entail having to step on mud. I respect their choice, but I was there for the full experience.
Planting rice is one of my bucket list items, so it was natural for me to be the first to volunteer.
The mud was soft and mushy, but it was manageable to walk on.
Photo by Rocelle
A few of my groupmates eventually joined me.
It was so much fun! However, I also realized that it was hard work. I finally had respect for farmers who plant rice for a living. It is definitely not easy.
Photo by Knitting Expedition
We wrapped up our farming experience with a hike upwards. After a jeepney ride to our inn, we were all starving. I had delicious vegetable curry and beer by the best view.
To be exact, it was beer and coffee. I had this combo all throughout our trip that my friends dubbed it “The Sam”.
I also continued knitting while waiting for the cultural dancers to arrive.
We then had our cultural night, featuring talented Ifugao dancers and percussionists. Some of them were our knitting nanay’s kids! They let the children dance and perform for visitors in order to preserve their culture and to educate us about their tribal heritage.
We danced the night away with them and I really enjoyed myself.
Photo by Knitting Expedition
We chose to have our group shot with the kids.
Photo by Knitting Expedition
I ended the night by trying on their traditional skirt and a photo op with these talented ladies.
It was an unforgettable day with new friends and magical experiences. I will never forget this day.