When Alex, the taxi driver, dropped us off in La Trinidad, he instructed us what jeepney route to take on our way back, or should we take another taxi where to pass so that we could pass by Tam-awan Village.
But Alex ended up following his own instructions. We hired Alex as our tour guide, driver, and photographer, all rolled into one. He at first feigned hesitation, but agreed later on and charged us Php 300.00 an hour.
After strawberry farm, Alex took us to the Tam-awan Village. Located along Long-Long Road, Tam-awan Village was the brainchild of Chanum Foundation, Inc. The brochure of the Village said: “The Chanuma Foundation began to reconstruct Ifugao houses in Baguio with the view of making a model village accessible to people who have not had the chance to travel to the Cordillera interior…The village now has seven Ifugao huts and two Kalinga houses. Using the original materials and adding only new cogon roofs, traditional artisans reconstructed the houses and laid them out resembling the design of a traditional Cordillera village.”
Apparently Chanum Foundation is not alone in its quest to preserve what little is left of the traditional culture. A village with a similar purpose could be found in Davao City. It’s called Tribu K’Mindanawan Cultural Village. I remember the question my classmate in anthropology posed to our teacher: “If culture is dynamic, why should it be preserved?”
Two hours had already gone by since we hired Alex, and we were still in Tam-awan Village. Our taxi got expensive by the hour—one more hour of wandering in only one place meant another Php 300.00 for Alex. Thus, we told Alex to bring us to our next destination.
We bought candles, then started our ascent. I tried to count exactly how many steps are there, but I lost count on the 70th step when a half-blind old woman offered me a bundle of three white roses.
Minutes later, we were driving off to Kennon Road, stopped at the Lion’s Head, then dropped by McDo to order lunch. Since we couldn’t afford to waste our precious little time, we had lunch inside the taxi while on our way to Camp John Hay.
Inside the Camp is the Historical Core. Inside the Historical Core is a little cemetery with an intriguing title: The Lost Cemetery or Pet Cemetery or Cemetery of Negativism. The idea there, according to our nervous tourist guide, is whoever enters the cemetery must bury whatever negative feelings he had. Ex-Base Commander Major John Hightower thought of establishing it. His goal was to give the weary soldiers a chance to unload their negative feelings that eat away their enthusiasm.
It’s I think a brilliant and emphatic piece of work. Other leaders, especially employers, fire their unenthusiastic employees, but Major Hightower acknowledged that soldiers are human beings—physically strong yet emotionally weak—and looked for ways to address that.
Then we went to our penultimate destination: The Mansion. On our way there we passed by the haunted #4 Laperal White House on Leonard Wood Road. Soon we found ourselves in Mines View in the midst of frenzied tourists.
We terminated Alex’s service when we arrived in Mines View. I must say that for us cramming tourists, he’s a good tutor, having crammed Baguio history, urban legend, myths, and tourism in four hours. But Alex did have another role. He was our chief counsel. “Take good care of your belongings while you’re inside,” Alex said, “and watch out for pickpockets.”