Morning mist rising over Mayoyao

The day after

After a night of laughter, with almost everyone smelling like our "pulutan" of fried dried squid, and sleeping under the stars, the day augurs well for the heavy trekking ahead. The sun peeked slowly above the mountains in the eastern sky. As its rays kissed the town, mists shrouding it lifted like a veil, revealing the grandeur of its rice terraces.

Trekking through villages