negativism is man’s greatest self imposed infliction, his most limiting factor, his heaviest burden.

south-east asia → philippines → benguet → baguio city → camp john hay

sadly, my posts are overdue. i’m not really feeling well right now, and i haven’t completely arranged all of my pictures during the trip. so i’ll probably just rush things..

‘visited camp john hay. traffic was heavy, good thing taxi drivers know almost all shortcuts that we had to pass by unusual hills and residencial areas. i don’t really have any idea what to see in camp john hay, just heard it as one of the many destinations in this city.

because it’s impossible to get a cab downtown. we climbed the hill (marcos highway? not sure) hoping to get a cab somewhere else. when travelling, i don’ really mind walking endlessly. i might be walking in the wrong direction, but still i might find something else interesting! but good thing, we ended up in a gasoline station then got a cab from there.

not only taxi drivers are skilled in baguio, they are also polite, very kind, and honest. they would never take you around and around just to make the meter high. they give change precisely to what the meter says, and they offer some tips and answer generously when i talk to them.

camp john hay. i didn’t really get to see a military camp here. well, war was ages over..so this place is more of a tourist spot. they have butterfly garden here, (which by the way is a complete waste of 40-pesos because i think there are more butterflies i can spot in the wild nearby), horseback riding, paintball, roller skating areas, an elegant hotel the manor (which we passed by as shortcut in order to exit, with dirty rubber shoes and pants’ end soaked with dry mud), more parks, and some recreational residences for united states armed force during the war before. in one of the parks, is a strange cemetery called cemetery of negativism and an original american resthouse called bell house.

pictures here -> camp john hay