London, United Kingdom
April 28, 2003
The hotel is owned by an indomitable old lady, about four feet tall, who is full of useful information, although it is mainly staffed by an assortment of young hangers-on of variable efficiency, most of whom were more interested in the large TV set in the dining room/reception than in the few guests. The dining room is also a hangout for local guides, looking for custom, who are polite, but very persistent. They couldn’t understand why I didn’t want to spend a couple of days visiting a typical Kalinga village, and pursued me relentlessly round town, striking up conversation in the most unlikely places. "Ah, you use Lonely Planet guide. That is me, on page 208." "I see you are looking at Kalinga handicrafts. You can get much cheaper in Kalinga village. I know the chief very well." But they all smiled and waved goodbye cheerfully enough when I finally left, without having succumbed to their entreaties.
500 peso ($9) a night for double with bath..
From journal Up in the hills