On a typhoon season, I wasn’t worried about the rain or about not being able to surf on the waves of La Union.
I thought two days and one night wouldn’t be enough, but our trip was prime. Baler, Aurora felt so bucolic. The bus station was small and rocky with tricycles on the side waiting for tourist passengers who would go for a ride around the town. The streets were small but not congested. Houses and establishments … Continue reading Baler, Aurora: No Photos, Just Sounds of the Beach