Ilocos Tour Part IV: Bangui Windmills and Cape Bojeador Lighthouse

PAGUDPUD, Philippines -  The day was bright and sunny as usual; it was a perfect beach day.  With food, a rented van (a total of Php3000), some of Anna's relatives and sunblock, we were off to Pagudpud.   

The skies were contrasting.  One side was gloomy, and we felt a sense of foreboding.  After all we were just at the beginning of our itinerary.   When we were there though, the sea welcomed us with open arms.  The air was light and breezy, the sun was unforgiving (but we forgave it), and the water calm. 

 

It's always a nice feeling to be nestled in between the sea and the mountains.  

We had a little picnic in a rented hut.

And RD tried tuning her little guitar (ukelele?) for the remainder of our stay on the beach.  I also could not figure out how I should set my camera (thus the overexposure).

From where we stood was a view of our next destination, the Bangui Windmills. Most of which were as still and calm as the sea.

We left after lunch and a couple of jump shots later and headed towards the cold, hard rain.  For a while there, our moods were dampened as we crossed the Patapat bridge and could not take decent pictures.  It was amazing nonetheless to feel the bridge so closely wrapped to the mountain's contours as we turned right and left to cross to the other side and then back towards the windmills.  

  

Then we were finally there, and what a rush it was!  They were huge and spinning.  It kind of felt foreign, like an alien invasion.  But the good kind (where we share technology and co-exist).  We all had the need to just lie down beneath one, and so we did. 

Our hearts were thump-thumping against the giant SWOOSH-SWOOSHing of the turbines.  And it was scary, like in a moment it could just drop and all we'd be were limbs and guts and a tragedy.  We were laughing maniacally (at least I was... in my mind).  But eventually, it became a calming sort of scary -- entrancing in its repetition. Swoosh, swoosh, swiiiish.  Swoosh, swoosh, swiiiiish.

On the other side where it was more gloomy, the sun beamed down on two windmills.  Like they were chosen or something.  Aliens, I tell you.

RD being herself.

Nikki pondering about life.

A panoramic shot with Anna in the middle, RD as a red dot and Nikki on the side.

At one point, my friends thought that they were windmills too.

(You guys are not.)

Little windmills for sale.  I wish I bought one, but I would've wanted an unfinished one.

A GIF for you.  (I'm not so good at this.)

About 10 minutes away from the windmills is the Cape Bojeador Lighthouse.  It was charming and romantic.  

The view from its base.  Unfortunately, the lighthouse itself is closed to the public.

We went home tired and happy and high from all that we've seen.  That day, I went straight to bed and didn't wake up til late into the night.

Ilocos Tour Part I: Churches and Empanadas - A tour of Batac, Paoay and Naic
Ilocos Tour Part II: And Everything was Yellow - Beautiful, beautiful Vigan
Ilocos Tour Part III: Here and Back Again - More of Vigan and its neighbor, Bantay
Ilocos Tour Part IV: Here Comes The Sun - Pagudpud, Bangui Windmills, Cape Bojeador Lighthouse
Ilocos Tour Part V: When The Day Met The Night - Laoag, Vintar and our last hurrah!
Ilocos Part VI: It's All Gonna End - Sarrat and Paoay Again