Story Tour in Philipins

" Story About Tracing History in Baguio"

          

                 

          

My trip to the Philippines would not be complete without visiting Baguio — a cool mountain city known as the “Summer Capital of the Philippines.” Amidst the thin mist shrouding the pine trees and hilly streets, I found a hidden gem, Gencab, an ethnographic museum that preserves the cultural heritage of the region’s tribal communities.

As soon as I stepped inside, I was greeted by a serene atmosphere full of reverence for the past. The walls of the museum are adorned with ancient artifacts, traditional clothing, paintings and wooden sculptures from various tribes, such as the Ifugao, Kankanaey and Ibaloi. Each object seems to tell its own story — about simple living, the value of mutual cooperation and a harmonious relationship with nature.

I was amazed when I saw replicas of statues, paintings, carvings complete with explanations written beside them. The guide explained how the museum was formed and evidence of how beautiful and unique the contents of the museum were. What left the most impression on me was the section displaying sculptures and paintings. I felt like I had entered another world, where spirituality and culture blend in harmony. During my visit, I also took the time to talk to the museum staff, who warmly explained the importance of preserving local culture, especially in the fast-paced modern era. I became increasingly aware that a museum is not just a place to store old objects, but a living space to learn to appreciate the identity, struggle, and heritage of the nation.

 

Coming out of the museum, the cold air of Baguio greeted us again, we continued our journey to have lunch and see how beautiful the view of Bugio city is from a height that is so stunning, long story short after eating we continued to stop by a place which is a very beautiful park, green and crowded with visitors called Baugio City Park there we went around to enjoy the very beautiful scenery, don't forget we also bought a few souvenirs for memories that we will take home. we also rode a boat around the lake in the park after we played we tasted some foods that were foreign to me and wanted to try new things of course after that I continued my journey home, my heart felt warm. This short visit taught me a big lesson: that knowing history is not just about the past, but about understanding who we are now and how we can step into the future wisely.

 

 " Story Tour Gapan City "

                

After a busy day, we went on a tour to a city called Gapan. I arrived at Gapan City as dusk began to fall. The sky turned reddish orange, and the street lights began to turn on one by one. The night in Gapan is not about the sparkling city lights, but about the tranquility that is hard to find anywhere else. Even though it was already night, some residents were still sitting in the church yard, chatting casually while enjoying the night air. I sat down for a while, enjoying the gentle breeze and the calm atmosphere that enveloped us.

There, the vendors know who their regular customers are. If someone is having trouble with money, they will say, “Pay later, the important thing is that you eat first.”

Luxury goods are not so important. But the values ​​of honesty, friendliness, and gratitude — those are what sell best here. Cabanatuan is not a dream town for luxury seekers. But for those who want to live slowly, honestly, and peacefully — this place is like a little heaven on earth. It doesn’t try to be a big city. It just wants to be a city that is sufficient, simple… and happy.

Not far from the church, there are rows of street vendors that are starting to get busy. The aroma of tusok-tusok (Filipino satay), balut (duck eggs), and kwek-kwek (fried quail eggs) fills the air. I try a few tusok-tusok while standing near the cart, chatting a bit with the friendly vendors. They tell me about how Gapan used to be called the “Footwear Capital” because of its sandal industry.

In one corner of the city, there is a simple night market. Several local shoe stores are still open until night. I browse the collection of handmade sandals—some are classic, some are fashionable. Before returning to my accommodation, I stop by a small city park. Several young couples sit on benches, children play roller skates, and the sound of laughter can be heard. There is a traveling ice cream vendor with his signature bell that jingles softly. I buy one, sit on the park bench, and just... enjoy the moment.

Gapan is not a busy city at night. But that is precisely why I feel closer to the atmosphere, to the people, and even to myself.

 

" Story Tour Cabanatuan City "

There is a small town called Cabanatuan. It is located a bit hidden, far from the hustle and bustle of the highway, high-rise malls, or skyscrapers. This town seems to refuse to follow the times. It has its own way of living — slow, warm, and very humane. Life is simple in Cabanatuan, there is no overly tight schedule. The residents there wake up not to the alarm, but to the sound of chickens, the morning breeze, and the aroma of coffee brewed by mothers in wooden kitchens.

People work, but no one is in a hurry. Farmers plant rice in the still vast expanses of rice fields, carpenters make chairs by hand, and vegetable vendors still faithfully use their pushcarts — irreplaceable by digital applications. In this town, life is not about speed, but precision of the heart. They believe, "If we chase everything, we will forget to enjoy it.

People are working, but no one is in a hurry. Farmers plant rice in the still vast expanse of rice fields, carpenters make chairs by hand, and vegetable vendors still stick to their pushcarts — irreplaceable by digital applications. In this city, life is not about speed, but precision of heart. They believe, "If everything is rushed, we will forget to enjoy." Transportation there There are no KRL, MRT, or online motorcycle taxis in Cabanatuan. The main transportation is becaks, bicycles, and horse-drawn carriages. Actually, at first it felt a bit of a culture shock. Why is that? Because I, who am used to living in an urban area with easy access to online motorcycle taxis and other shopping applications, when I arrived at Cabanatuan, none of that was there, but that wasn't a big problem for me.

If someone wants to go to a shopping place, school, anywhere and others they take angkot, becak or people there call it tricycle. which has been around since the time of our grandparents. Not infrequently, the driver knows all the passengers and knows each other's life stories.