"It's signal number 3 in Pagudpud!" a cousin posted. At that time, we were in Paoay (also in Ilocos Norte) on the first day of our family trip in January. The weather was lovely where we were, so we didn't really mind, since we won't be in Pagudpud until two days later.
And oh boy, the wind was truly something. As I mentioned in our Bangui Windmills visit, the wind was strong. Even so, our adventurous spirits were at play, and we didn't let the weather prevent us from checking out other recommended spots.
We left the guesthouse at half-past 7 in the morning and traversed the road leading to the Viaduct. The rainfall was sporadic.
The wind was calm for a while, then it intensified. "Aah, so this is why they said it felt like signal #3," the husband said as he carefully maneuvered the vehicle through the road.
Meanwhile, our little boy was calm and unbothered in his seat.
We arrived at the bridge at 8 am, and there were other people around, some taking pictures, others watching the waves.
Thankfully, the rain stopped, and we brought Yongi out for a photo opp as the wind blasted in all directions.
Then, suddenly, the rain came, forcing us to go back to the car. We have just been out there for a few minutes!😅
"Maybe there will be a next time," we laughed as we shook off our slightly wet clothes and caps.
Knowing that we might not visit the place again, we stopped by the souvenir stalls and spent about half an hour choosing stuff for our pasalubongs (shirts, caps, chichacorn, bagnet, and such). The sellers told us the perfect time to be there would be March and April for better weather. Some reviews from websites say otherwise, lol!
At least we learned the truth through our own experience.
We left the place still thankful that we had set foot in it, and experienced both its goodness and harshness. Who knows if someday, we will find ourselves drawn to its beauty again. That would be truly amazing!
Anyway, we headed straight to Ilocos Sur from there.
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