Holy cow! Who would want to travel at 12 midnight? Unless it's on a first class airplane or a limo, I will. But traveling with my friends at this time was, well, to no avail.
Traveling to Ilocos dreading the 12-hour ride was worth it.
Our first stop: Vigan. At long last, we've gotten the chance to freshen up after the 12-hour ride. But who would need the much needed sleep than our driver? He's awake all those times, obviously.
Checking out the streets of Vigan on a beautiful Thursday morning was a breeze after a hearty breakfast at Chowking, Ilocano style.
Within a couple of minutes left, we spend it at Baluarte, the zoo.
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