The tip of the iceberg: Mom and her children at the Camp John Hay Suites. We were a party of 30 that raided Baguio for her big Eight-O!
Thursday, May 5, 23:45. The first wave took the Victory Liner express coach. Arrived just before 05:00, Friday.
Friday, 05:00. Second wave: us, Mel's bunch. Arrived around lunch time. Checked in at the Suites. Lunch at Mile Hi Diner. Then, Richard and May, with Mommy. Finally, Jody's... 17:15 Mass at the Cathedral. Dinner at Cafe by the Ruins. (Get the story behind the name.) Drinks on the verandah at Anthony's room. Richard went out for more drinks -- and some ghost-hunting with some terrified wet-your-pants ghost hunters.Saturday. Eco-trail. Very late KFC lunch on the JH picnic grounds. Anticipated Sunday mass at the Cathedral. Dinner at the Chocolate de Batirol. More drinks, this time on the balcony at Mom/Tito Vic's room.
Sunday. Last-minute shopping. Preparing for the Pacquiao fight. The bus riders left at noon. Richard, May and Mom much earlier. The rest at 13:45, after the ho-hum Vegas event in which the best Shame Mosley could do was push Pacman and have it count as a knockdown. Very foggy drive down Marcos Hway. Met by very, very strong rain on the NLEX; Mang Inasal chicken dinner ("unlimited rice") and Dairy Queen dessert at the Shell station in Santa Rita, Pampanga. Apparently, we didn't do our intel that well; Bebeng, a Signal 1 storm, was blowing over Luzon. Home just before 20:00.
More photos, courtesy of Monette and Lorenzo.
