|Look-Up : Rolling Hills of Basco|
I picture myself running playfully after my lady love in the rolling hills of Batanes. "Habulin mo ko, habulin mo ko" she quips as she sway past the wooden posts that serve as markers and sashays in the a field full of flowers. Floating like an angel in her flowing white dress, I tried to catch her not knowing that we have been running the entire length of about three kilometers on the way up. And when I am about to reach her at the top, she tripped on a protruding bark and slowly rolled-down continuously to the bottom of the hill. Then I said... "Naknampucha, kaya pala Rolling Hills!"
Pardon my French but this is what this place can do to you. It is a green dream where your imaginations can run wild. A place where all your creative juices can flow, and a place where every nook and cranny tells you a story. From the verdant green to the blue skies... from the resident cows and carabao to the unending scenery of Mount Iraya and stretches of beach below. The Rolling Hills of Batanes is like living in your dreams.
|Hills and Mount Iraya|
|Gotta Love Em Carabao|
|Cow on Top|
|Can't Help It - Selfie|