Road Trip through Ilocos Norte: An experience Like no Other

What an awesome day did I jsu have? well it was pretty tiring but still I had so much fun. What we did today was travel the whole of Ilocos Norte from its first town of Badoc up to its second to the last which was Pagudpod it was so much. It was a day full of thrill and enjoyment.

Coming from Badoc which is the hometown of my mom and my maternal grandmother we the had a 3 hour drive with stopovers at the towns of Pasiquin and Batac, we finally reached our first destination which was the town of Bangui wherein the largest windmills of southeast asia are located.

From there we then went to Pagudpod and had our lunch at a resort called Agua Grande, yes the water was called but at the same time it was also refreshing. The water in the pools directly came from a waterfall at the mountains surrounding the area. it was so much fun. we swam,we ate,we laughed it was a new and excitimg experience.

We also went to the Burgos light house as well as we had a taste of the local delicacy Empanada too bad we did not make it in timeto visit the Marcos museum which houses the remains of the former president, ut still the day was a sucess and special shoutouts to my Lola Ellen,Lola Florie,Aljo,Alvic,Charlene,tito Romy,Tita Ruby and tito hess without them this wouldn't have been possible.

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