We got off to a shaky start, literally, as the turboprop plane trembled minutes before landing on Basco airport. And for the next three days, our eyes frequently stared at a disappointing saturated powder blue sky, instead of an azure blue that most photographs of the region promised. It wasn’t love at first sight, I tell you that.
It was on the radio, during a warning for an incoming monsoon, when I first heard about Batanes and since then I have associated the place with terrible weather. That and upon finding out that the regular airfare costs more than my monthly salary back then, I had written out the possibility of stepping foot on the country’s northernmost islands. It wasn’t even on my bucket list anyway. I didn’t even have any idea that it’s one of the most sought-after destinations in the Philippines until fellow traveler friends raved about it.
But once we alighted from the tiny aircraft and had our first deep inhale of country air, I couldn’t help but feel like I was in the pages of someone else’s book. I never imagined I would be there that soon. In Batanes. IN FUCKING BATANES! I felt ecstatic and wanted to experience first hand if the province would give justice to its reputation. Continue reading