Twenty-Three Years Ago and Today
Twenty-three years ago, we decided to drive up a particular mountain near Baguio that offered an excellent view of the surrounding mountains and overlooked an area known as "The Mines" where locals indeed mined. There were large scars upon the land. Twenty-three years later, the mines aren't visible anymore and instead houses dot the landscape. Twenty-three years ago, you walked down a rough trail from a pull off to a rock outcropping where you could take in the view of "the mines". Twenty-three years later, the trail was a sidewalk that led you down the hill in a zig zag pattern so that you had to pass by a maximum number of vendors trying to sell cheaply produced souvenirs. Even if you were in the market for a cheap souvenir, you had to watch your step as there were people everywhere and random steps everywhere. And for all of this, you had to pay a toll just to visit the area. Twenty-three years ago, there was a lone Igorot native in the area who kindly pose...