London, United Kingdom
April 28, 2003
The view from the gardens is breathtaking, and worth the climb up from the village in its own right. Garden chairs, including a large carved wooden swinging chair for two, are arranged along the east wall of the hotel in the garden, facing the valley, the village, and the famous rice terraces. At dusk, the setting sun picks out the glassy surface of the flooded terraces. The road up to the hotel is swathed in butterflies, many small ones coloured yellow and blue, like English butterflies, but big exotic velvety Filipino varieties too.
Good value at 500 pesos for the double room with shared bucket of cold water for washing, but pricey as a single. The large restaurant on the first floor was closed, which was unfortunate, as the village is just far enough away to make an awkward journey uphill on foot at night. I got the impression that most other guests had their own transport, or used taxis to get everywhere.
From journal Up in the hills