Road Shots to Pangasinan

It was the first time I traveled to Pangasinan with my Aunt Jo, and even if she is having difficulty speaking fluent tagalog, I was thankful I could understand bits and pieces of their dialect. Although I would answer her in tagalog, she knew she could communicate with me whichever way she wanted.

Anyway, the road to Bolinao in Pangasinan is different from the road I always take whenever I travel to La Union. Whenever I travel, I would always make sure my camera is handy so I could take a picture of something that would take my interest. Somehow, this has been a habit of mine - taking road shots, and this trip was no exception.


Camp Servillano, Tarlac. A monument just outside of Camp Servillano... I am not sure if this is it, but in 2008, I traveled to Tarlac with two scrapbooking friends, and Lee pointed that this monument was made by her husband Toym Imao. Correct me if I am wrong, because I couldn't get in touch with Lee at the moment and that this was taken while inside the bus, so obviously I couldn't see any information. :)

Tarlac City Public Market. By the time the bus reached its "pit stop" at Siesta, it would then take the Camiling Road to Pangasinan... and this side of Tarlac I don't often get to see, so when we were stuck at a traffic jam and saw this from the window, I just took a snapshot.

River. One thing I love to see from the bus window was the view from the bridge. This wasn't a long bridge - and I nearly missed the view actually - but I am so happy to be able to capture this. Sure the cables were in the way, but can you see the contrast on both sides of the picture?


Mango Farm. Am not sure if this was still Tarlac or this was already part of Pangasinan, but as soon as I saw the mango trees, I just wanted to take a picture of it. This one's a bit overexposed and quite blurry, but this was the only good shot I had of this place, so I am using it.

Going to Bolinao was a great road trip because there are a lot of interesting places to take pictures of. Unfortunately, I bought a bag of chicharon and let the vendor pour some vinegar in it, so even if there are places I wanted to take pictures of from the bus' window, my vinegar soaked fingers prevented me. Well, I just sit back and watch and eat my chicharon as if it was my popcorn.

*** Jenn ***