BIKING LUZON – 2200 KILOMETRES & 16 PROVINCES OVER 8 DAYS
The Gist of the Motorcycle Experience
Out on the open road the rider and machine become one as they travel in the environment, not imprisoned or isolated from the world within a metallic box that comes in the form of a car or van or bus. It is an exciting freedom to be in touch with the surroundings, the feeling of the wind on your face and the subtle movements of the terrain oozing through sensitive sinews as one weaves a web of intrigue in the fresh air of a new place.
The road is a fickle line immersed in a world that needs to be keenly observed as the bike traverses a stretch of land. In many ways it’s a kind of tightrope path that depends on poise and grace, pace and space, mind and matter tuned in to all around.
Riding has its very own balance that makes the motorcycling experience one of pure intensity, somehow tingling through space totally in control of one’s existence, one’s special configuration and mindful of expectations, on a manmade machine that not only makes life worth living, but makes one totally alive, and immersed in reality that depends on every next motion.
Like a bee in flight, the motorcyclist defines his route but is acutely aware of the delicate nature of the surroundings and the consequences of a single mistake that will bring the rider to task.
Every biking journey is eternal, and can soak you in a million thoughts.
Two Bikes and Three Personalities
MayDays encircling Northern Luzon
Friday 4th May to Saturday 12th May 2018- 8 Days on the Road.
Finally the colourful chaos of Manila traffic has been left behind, and the Expressway to Subic Bay is a relaxing fast ride.
The next morning Steve and Jhen on the Ace 400cc motorcycle, and me on the Royal Enfield 410cc rendezvous south of Olongapo and head north for the first day’s riding along the Zambales coast. Inland the scenic beauty is of the mountain range that meanders all the way to the Lingayan shoreline in Pangasinan Province. Our first stop is at the charming and friendly MOPE resort in La Paz on the open ocean at San Narciso. After a relaxing break, a mango shake or three, a chat with Wilma Gillan a partner at this great beach resort, we head further north along the road to Iba, the capital city of Zambales Province, with an occasional view of the deep blue sea. All in all a very pleasant ride.
Palmera Resort, just north of the main city, has the largest and the most superb thatched and artful circular roof, housing its great restaurant, that I have ever seen. Just north of here we drop by Lindamar Resort, and meet up with the owner Christian, an avid motorcyclist, who is there chatting with Peter Maxwell, an Enfield enthusiast, who are most welcoming and delighted by our ongoing 8 day trip.Peter tells us about the Filipina, based in Aparri on the very north coast of Luzon, who is the only Filipina to have ridden a Royal Enfield Himalayan for 19 days in the Himalayas north of India together with 6 Filipinos in 2017. He gives us the address of her family’s place the Hotel Dian so we can rest there and hopefully meet her on our visit several days down the line.
The rest of the day is a very pleasant country ride through northern Zambales and then into Pangasinan Province and heading north west to the town of Bolinao. We settle in to the brilliant beachfront hotel El Pescador (The Fisherman), that caters for day visitors, upmarket travellers, and also has kubo roomed houses for rent, so smartly caters for all levels of visitors. Adorned with a magic water park with swimming areas, shoots, fountains and clearly is very popular for families with kids who chill out and enjoy the rides and the pools.
On their waterfront are bench seats, various watercraft for hire and an extesive handicraft shop next to their open air restaurant. All in all a very attractive, well laid out, and inviting spot. El Pescador is indeed a place with a unique and welcoming charm on the waterfront in Bolinao town itself.
EL PESCADOR,Bolinao Sea front.
Bolinao has a classic old church and a story plaque in the courtyard tells of the Italian priest Faher Odorico, who conducted the first Christian Mass in the Philippines nearly 200 years before the Spanish arrived, in 1324, after surviving a major storm at sea on his way from India on route to China. He thanked God for their survival after seeking shelter in Bolinao.
Burnham Park, Baguio Art and Craft and Cafe Centre
The next day is our ride up into the Cordillera Mountains on our way to Baguio. Before we reach the scenic mountain road, we have to contend with the wicked traffic and road jungles around Dagupan city. Avoid the area at all costs if you fancy a relaxing day’s drive! However, it did make the mountain road drive seem like heaven by comparison, and the distant views were indeed immaculate, before we reached more of the now expected and typical city bumper-to-bumper traffic, also a feature in Baguio.
My daughter, Shauna Curran, who was Miss Baguio in 2011, and clearly hasn’t lost a spark of her beauty, and is still a very bright spark mentally, visited us at the V-Hotel. This place is a recommended hotel in a side street, and only a 10 minute walk from Burnham city, and has many artful places to visit around town. ‘Oh My Gulay’ is an art-full restaurant found near the top of Session Road, and down Session off to the right is a magnificent art and craft centre still being built on several levels – handicrafts, cafes and snack bars and art galore throughout its amazing space.
The next day we wove our way down the north western road towards San Fernando in La Union Province. A brief stop across from the Surfing capital of the area at San Juan, saw us in the cozy and neatly designePark and Session Road at the centre of the city. It has now been declared as a world class “Arts and Crafts” centred Coffee-Cafe off on the right on the main road.
The afternoon ride took us all the way to the best preserved Spanish city in the whole country – Vigan.
A true treasure and a pleasure to roam around. In fact a place that stands out at many levels, and brim full of people soaking in the deep magic of the cobbled stoned streets, the beautiful old Spanish architecture, the many handicraft shops, stone buildings, housing bars and the cobbled streets decked with chairs and tables in the evening to serve customers. A long walk ambling around the streets is highly recommended and Vigan should be on everyone’s ‘wish-list’ to visit. It was only a night and morning visit for us, but, to be real, should be a ‘several days stay’ to really appreciate the pure ambiance of the place.
VIGAN SPANISH HOUSES
The classic old artful church and tower at Paoay, near Laoag, was our next destination, and has its own very spiritual and spirited feel in and around this extraordinarily unique architecture. It was indeed a true blessing to spent time within the main building and in the grounds around the sanctuary of the place.
Then it was time to head off to visit the old Spanish Lighthouse, way further up on the North western tip of Luzon, at Bojeador, built in the early 1890s, which still to this day lights the way for seafarers passing along this coastline. Indeed I have used it several times myself from seawards when passing by aboard sailing boats visiting from Hong Kong.
BOJEADOR SPANISH LIGHTHOUSE
Along this coastal road lies the most iconic viewing arena in Ilocos Norte Province, with well over 100 white wind turbines, each at some 70 metres in height, running in line near the shoreline. On this NW tip of Luzon island lies the Bangui Wind Farm, the very first power generating Wind Farm established in SE Asia commissioned in 2005, it was also the biggest, until 2014 when the Burgos Wind farm just to its north took over this claim. Bangui originally had 19 turbines but now has some 49 Wind turbines while Burgos has around 50, all of them provided by the Danish company Vestas Wind Systems. A third Wind Farm lies in Pagudpud further along the coastline.
The beach at Saud in Pagudpud has a number of resorts, some fancy some down to earth. It is a pleasant and popular beach in the open ocean in its own bay. This was the place chosen for our next overnight stay. I have since been told that the Blue Lagoon near Saud is a great beach area to visit in Pagudpud too.
Saud Beach Artworks
Tuesday the 8th May saw us head East, winding around a few coastal hills and along the well-constructed ocean edge Patapat Viaduct, all with great views of the open ocean to the north and the flat rice fields below the mountain area stretching to the south.
We turned inland for a ride into Apayao Province for a brief visit before heading SE in order to cross the massive Cagayan River, which is the longest river in the Philippines, and the largest in terms of the amount of water discharge volumes. Then it was a turn to the north to reach the coastal city of Aparri, that lies at the mouth of the Cagayan River.
Here we found the Hotel Dian, that Peter Maxwell had told us about, and were honoured to meet the daughter of the owner Dian Dayag, the Filipina motorcyclist who had cycled for 19 days in the Himalayas in 2017.
Alongside several other classy and classic bikes lay her very own Royal Enfield 410cc Himalayan, all taking pride of place in the hotel ground floor restaurant whose decor was all motorcycling gear, artwork and biking bits and pieces, to give a unique and classy ambiance. As travelling bikers we felt very much at home at Hotel Dian. Their latest addition to the hotel was a massive swimming pool and Jacuzzi area, tastefully built and neatly laid out with hang out areas close by and snack cafes.
Mini buddhist statues were laid out beside the entrance to the pool area, adorned so as to remind us all to “hear no evil, speak no evil and see no evil!”
After a hotel breakfast we headed out towards the Cagayan Valley’s major city, Tuguegarao, way down to the south of this impressive landscaped area, well known for its massive rice harvests. Traffic build up brought us back to the realities of urban life, but we hung in there and after passing through this busy city we headed for the attracting magnet of the Cordillera Mountains lying to its West, and rode smoothly on a well surfaced, open and clear road towards Kalinga Province and the hillside town of Tabuk.
Once in the Cordillera Mountains the close and distant scenery was magnificent, but the riding was snake-like and permanently zigzaggy, as we wove and wound our way carefully and gingerly around dozens of hillside slopes. The riding speeds were slow, and low gear was the rule of the way, and top gear was not engaged on the Himalayan bike for the next 2 whole days of mountain biking. Steep climbs and winding river valleys kept us well focused, and it did strike me that I did not see one pedal bike during the entire time in the Cordilleras, which made a lot of sense, and told its own story about the type of terrain we were immersed in for the next two whole days.
After a considerable amount of arm and riding exercise, several rest stops, magic scenery on all fronts, we arrived late afternoon in Bontoc, Mountain Provine and found the Ridgebrooke Hotel on the main road in the city after taking the turning to cross the river bridge labelled as the way to Banaue. The daughter of the owner, Brooke, was very helpful and a very friendly soul, and we thoroughly enjoyed our overnight stay, and would recommend this hotel to all travellers, with its welcomed off-road parking to boot.
Yet another sunny morning, as every day had been, saw us on the road by 8.30. Banaue, in Ifugao Province, was the star destination for that Thursday the 10th May. It was another winding zigzagging route at gentle speeds on the bikes. There were many landslide piles, and rock falls on route, and in some places machines and workers were repairing or resurfacing the roadways.
Little rocks from falls littered the surface in many spots, and it was a matter of being very observant and riding with great care to avoid any bike falls. As a result it was an intense ride before spotting the first artful human built rice terraces that the area is so well known for. They cover a large area all around the hillsides of Banaue, and it was a pleasure to see the human ingenuity that has gone into this entire mountain area for many centuries, started by the ancestors of the indigenous people, namely the Ifugao tribe. Banaue town had areas laid out full of handicraft shops, brimming with wood carvings, textile weavings and many localy made arty products. Many of the handicrafts, as well as being amazing visually, have practical purposes, like furniture, while many others are works of art. All three of us bought several items, as gifts, as mementos and for personal use, like a bag or two for use along life’s journey.
After a very pleasant ramble around the shops with their warm and friendly staff, it was time to head out, and bike down the mountains back into the lowlands of Central Luzon.
The final rest stop before hitting the flatlands was after passing through Lagawe town, where the very pleasant Gazebo Resto and Cafe gave us a relaxing ambiance and a neat view of some rice fields.
This was to be the longest bike ride of our 8 day outing , and would put us to the test at several levels. After escaping from the long and winding Cordilleras we hit ground-zero on the main highway that runs north/south through the provinces of Nueva Vizcaya and Nueva Ecija. I use the term ground-zero in the sense that here was the main road for traffic, particularly heavily laden large trucks and lorries, making their daily deliveries to the north and south. The laden vehicles were climbing the hill passes at walking speeds, and queues were banked up behind them on the roadway with its umpteen turns and curves, sporting only a few straight lines for passing abilities. Thank goodness we were on bikes, which made overtaking far easier than for the cars and vans and other light road vehicles. The frustrations were continuous, and even on the long straighter flatland roadway the continuous flow of oncoming traffic made passing the big guys tantalisingly nerve-wracking. The journey went on and on, and close to dusk we were hoping for total relief as we were heading for the Expressway near Tarlac. Our heads were full of visions of the one-way open road and top road speeds to finish our journey for the day’s last long run into Subic Bay.
Finally the turn to the expressway appeared before us, and we headed down, through the toll gate and into top gear. Almost immediately that we hit the long open road it started pouring with rain. It had been spitting a little rain earlier, but here at dusk it felt as though we had been targetted directly by the heavens above, and after getting totally soaked from head to foot, we took shelter at a gasoloine (petrol) station, had a hot coffee and twiddled our thumbs for an hour on the roadside hoping the heavens would change pace and offer us a clear bright passage. This eventually happened, and in the darkness of the night we sped full throttle the final 130 kilometres to our destinations and homes south of Olongapo City, back in Zambales Province. We had left Bontoc at 8.30 am, and we arrived in Subic Bay soon after 10 pm. It had been a day with a mission, and it had definitively drained our reserves, but we accomplished our mission, and I for one fell asleep before my head hit the pillow!
Late the next morning I decided to amble my way back to Makati in Manila going via Morong in Bataan, passing Mount Samat before joing the traffic to San Fernando, and getting back on the expressway heading for Balintawak. Edsa was a nightmare as usual, the heat wave was full-on, and in Balintawak, Cubao and in Ortigas the traffic was at a standstill, and I boiled on the bike. Finally there was relief, and after weaving and jumping between and through the lines of metal I headed for the Handlebar, which was having its 15th Year Anniversary in Polaris Street, Makati. I downed 8 beers, one to celebrate each day on the bike on the road, and raised my bottles to Bolinao, Baguio, Vigan, Pagudpud, Aparri, Bontoc and Banaue and Subic Bay before gently riding the bike back to its home place on Bagtikan Street in Makati, at the Royal Enfield showroom where it will take its well deserved rest.
The ROYAL ENFIELD 410cc HIMALAYAN
with Bruce on the North Coast of Luzon Island at Aparri.
We had fully immersed ourselves in the gist of the motorcycling experience, running every which way, along open coastlines, weaving around mountain pathways, through river valleys. The whole jigsaw and tapestry of life had carried us through to a successful conclusion. Every journey by bike is definitely eternal, and you will soak you occasionally in a stream of downpours that will strike like lightning and spark up a million thoughts.