I didn’t like the idea of returning to Batanes. At least, not in the beginning. It’s not because I did not enjoy my previous trip. Quit e the contrary. Batanes has always been atop my list of dream Philippine destinations, and when I was finally able to set foot in
The Poor Traveler‘s past couple of years had been all about international travel. We had been busy hopping from one country to another, collecting passport stamps, and creating travel guides for mostly European and Asian cities. But as soon as 2017 stepped in, we knew it was time to “come
Do you remember your crush from High School? That girl who would sit next to you and walk away without saying a word? That guy who would text you a random greeting and then ignore your replies? That date who would tell you the sweetest things one moment and then
Batanes isn’t new to the local movie scene. Filmmakers attempting to capture its sheer and undeniably cinematic beauty have used the country’s northernmost province as setting for their treasured stories. The most notable of these are Hihintayin Kita sa Langit and Batanes, Sa Dulo ng Walang Hanggan.
A more detailed, updated version of this article can be found here: Batanes Travel Guide I spent only P6600 on my BATANES trip including airfare. Batanes isn’t really expensive, you just have to know your way around. Here’s how I did it.
They say I should look forward to the journey from Batan Island to Sabtang. They say it is unforgettable. The waters between Batan and Sabtang Islands have a reputation of being rough, turbulent, frightening. This is where the currents of the vast West Philippine Sea (South China Sea) and the
There’s a lot to be envied about lighthouses. They exude a kind of charm and enigma just by standing still. They command attention without even trying. And they always have the best view. There’s even more to be envied about those that stand proud in the hills of Batanes. They
If the Philippines were a big dysfunctional family and each province were a person, you’ll find Batanes to be the oddest in the group. At that big family reunion, she’s that one kid not joining the party or the ruckus or whatever the hell is happening at the main table.
Either the wind wanted me naked or it just hated that shade of pink on me. The latter, if the wind were friends with the band of alpha male tourists that stood just a couple of yards from me. My pink polo stood out in a sea of greens, prompting
Coming from Manila, where it is almost impossible to not find at least one security guard in a day, I found the municipality of Ivana mighty refreshing. One coffee shop proves that here in Batanes, honesty remains the best policy.