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Sagada: Echo Valley and Hanging Coffins

14 Mar 2011 7 Comments

by The Harebeat in Mountain Province, Philippines Tags: Baguio, burial customs, burial traditions, carabao, coffins, Cordillera, echo valley, hanging coffins, history, Mountain province, mountains, Philippines, police, river, Sagada, soul, spirits, St. Louis, valley

SECOND PART
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Sagada: Echo Valley & Hanging Coffins, First Part

It’s not hard to guess why the Echo Valley is called so.. Many tourists come here and standing on some cliff they shout out loud to hear the echo.. I personally find it very rude! What would you think of a person shouting at cemetery for his own pleasure, to enjoy the echo?! While for most of the tourists Echo Valley is a place where they can have fun, for locals it is a sacred site where they used to “bury” their ancestors..

Sagada: Echo Valley and Hanging Coffins

14 Mar 2011 3 Comments

by The Harebeat in Mountain Province, Philippines Tags: burial customs, burial traditions, coffins, culture, customs, echo valley, hanging coffins, hitchhiking, Mountain province, nature, Philippines, religion, Sagada, travel, valley

FIRST PART
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Sagada: Echo Valley & Hanging Coffins, Second Part

I arrived in Sagada late in the evening on a minivan I hitchhiked on the road from Banawe.. I wasn’t sure if could make it from Banawe to Sagada that day, because I left Banawe around 5 o’clock in the evening, and knowing the conditions of the road in the Philippine Cordilleras, I was expecting an overnight stay somewhere on the road or in the jungles.. But the Fortune’s wheel was on my side that evening.. First, on a motorbike I reached a military base on some mountain top.. That was the best ride on a motorbike I ever experienced: we had to drive through clouds and sometimes even above the clouds; that high we were above the sea level..

The Soup Trip Story

04 Mar 2011 6 Comments

by The Harebeat in Travel Stories Tags: border crossing, elephants, food container, Lviv, Moscow, Russia, soup, train, travel, travel stories, trip, Ukraine

In the train from Moscow, Russia to Lviv, Ukraine

Usually I don’t take trains when I travel.. No matter what.. I don’t like trains.. Maybe I just spent too much time wandering on the roads.. Or there’s something else I don’t understand yet.. It’s hard to say.. But even if it’s -45°C cold, I prefer to hitchhike..
Nevertheless, when my friend suggested me to take the train from Moscow to Lviv, I agreed.. I had some good reasons for that and the main one was my poor health as each of seventy something days I spent in Russia I was sick.. Even now sitting in a half lotus posture with The Armenoinds on my player and typing these letters for you to read – I am still sick.. Cold weather is something I have to learn to deal with after living one year in South East Asia.. But let’s go back to the train..

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