1. Taiwanese/Chinese (or even Vietnamese) fishermen caught within Philippine waters; and

2. The occasional Ivatan who can’t handle his alcohol and makes a nuisance of himself (usually after a celebration.) Being jailed for this reason is deemed to be very, very embarrassing among Ivatans and one jailed as such will not likely repeat the same offense.

Fundacion Pacita is the most expensive, Midrange is Batanes Seaside (about 1,000 a night) and the cheapest that we found was the Ivatan Stonehouse operated by Shanedel (but only opens during Summer) and costs about PhP500.

This will help:

http://www.ironwulf.net/2009/05/13/batanes-accommodations-and-places-to-stay-in-basco/

Information gets updated unpredictably, so make sure that you do some research on your own.

Thanks for your kind words! Batanes is truly a special place and I think I don’t think any word can ever describe this serene place. Wish we can come back soon! Let us know how your vacation to Batanes had been like. :)

Cheers

Ryan

There is no question that the allure of Batanes lies in its remoteness, isolation, purity, simplicity, unsophistication, authenticity, and unspoiled landscape and people. There are the plunging cliffs and rugged, rocky coastlines broken by sandy coves and breaking surf. There are the infinite verdant pastures and rolling hills, framing grazing cattle and carabaos, and goats effortlessly climbing steep slopes that seem to meet the clouds and blue sky. The morning mist casts a mystical spell on the cracks of canyons and blankets the valleys, and the evening comes after the sun sets in the southern China Sea in spectacular splendor. On Tukon hill, where there is a vernacular house inspired chapel built by a local politician son for his daughter’s wedding, one can see the Pacific ocean in the east and the south China sea in the west. On a clear day you might just see Taiwan from the northernmost island of the 10-island Batanes group, a mere 100 kilometers away, nearer than its distance from mainland Luzon.

There are no big hotel chains, and hopefully, they will stay away forever. There are no Jollibees or Starbucks. Basco, the capital, only recently had 24-hour electric service. The other 2 inhabited islands, Sabtang, gets 16 hours, and Itbayat, 12 hours. There are only hole in the wall eating establishments but the food is good, the only pizza place Napoli, delivers gourmet pizzas out of the owner’s home, the inns accept walk-ins for meals and serve a set daily changing menu, depending on the daily catch and what was brought to the market, and what was slaughtered. You can ask the inns to get certain foods from the market and cook it for you and they will oblige if available. We like the pako salad and the marinated dried dibang (flying fish) and the exotic and hard to catch coconut crab (tatus), and lobster, and got them when requested. There is internet in the town center, and cell phone reception, and TV, but no movie house. The inns are pared down basic. The Honesty Cafe is an unattended convenience store and coffee shop, where you get what you like, list it, then drop your payment in a slot, breathtaking! The local garlic is reputed to have the most fragrant and sweet flavor, and the sweet potato and taro are plump and firm. Everything else is imported from the mainland and has Manila prices. The traditionally woven baskets are exquisite.

Sabtang, a 40-minute boat trip from Basco, is served by a 15 and 30-passenger round-hulled boats, different from the outrigger bancas of the rest of the Philippines, more like the early Viking boats, more suited to ride the oftentimes choppy and strong currents of the channel, where the currents of the Pacific and China sea collide and the strong winds from Siberia blow. We didn’t have time to visit Itbaya, where the ancient funeral caves of the Ivatans, the indigenous ancestors , were excavated. It is 4 hours away by these native boats or a 15-minute flight with a 9-seater plane, Skypasada, that also serves Tuguegarao. We met the ragtag crew of this airline at breakfast one morning.
Sabtang holds the most number of occupied vernacular houses in the province, and is nominated to be included in the UNESCO Heritage Sites, a must see for its uniqueness.
These are houses made of limestone and coral with thatched cogon roof, with a distinct architecture, a fusion of the early ethnic houses and European technology introduced by the Spaniards. The houses have withstood the typhoons that regularly visit the islands and the test of time.

We embarked from the port of San Vicente, rising very early, and didn’t realize we will be using the public boat, not a chartered tourist boat. We were with locals, and sacks of produce,motorcycles, livestock and other cargo, such as a shipment of Ginebra San Miguel, which we were told, hasn’t arrived at the port yet so we will all have to wait because the boatman does not want to lose his revenue. Norma, the ultimate problem-solver negotiated to have our group reimburse the boatman for the cargo’s passage, so we can leave ASAP, without a second thought to what consequences will result to the island’s inhabitants from the failure of delivery of this vital shipment. Thankfully, the boatman piloted his vessel back to Batan later with us safely on board. The sea was choppy on the return trip, the boat cresting and slamming on bigger waves, and hurling buckets of the ocean at us and soaking us to the bone. There were other suspenseful moments here, such as when something cut my ankle from stepping on canvas and other stuff on the floor with bleeding that was out of proportion to the size of the cut (from low dose ASA intake prolonging coagulation?) and Mars almost getting decapitated by the bamboo steering pole that slipped from its mooring. However, the whole experience was authentic, and an adventure. Anchors, away!

I visited new friends staying at the Batanes Resort, 1 1/2 miles away, to check out the accommodations (recommended, but get the ocean view Itbayat or Sabtang cottages) and to watch the sunset from their beach, and it was dark when I walked back to where I was staying at Seaside Lodge. There are no taxis, very few cars, a couple of jeepneys for inter-town travel, some tricycles, and a number of scooters and some motorcycles. A couple of lone scooter riders stopped to offer me a ride, and our tour guide certifies that the offer is sincere and without malice and no remuneration but a smile and thank you is expected. The authenticity and sincerity of the people beguiles and disarms, and is a breath of fresh air. And what are we city slickers doing about going with the flow and being laid back and not sweating the small things? Going into zazen? The masseuse was 2 hours late, and she smiles and says she overslept. We rescheduled after dinner, and we were late, and relieved that she wasn’t there waiting. She knocks as we’re about to go to bed, says, she was called to Fundacion Pacita, and did 3 massages, do we still want one? Our lunch caterer in Uyugan did not have lunch ready when we arrived, uh oh. She forgot to put it in her schedule but she’ll have one ready for us in 30 minutes. She called her husband back from the farm and put him to work, then had lunch on the table as she promised. She was a barangay chief for 3 terms and now she’s running for the council, and maybe town mayor someday. She is a multi-tasker and we empathize perfectly. We couldn’t get a manicure appointment from the 3 manicurist in town, because they’re all at a wedding, which by custom is attended by everyone. The party was on the street, so we asked if we could come, and we were warmly welcomed. They’ re playing carinyosa and dancing the traditional folk dance. We got in the mood and I danced with the groom, then another guest who had already too much palek, the local sugar cane brew. He wasn’t going to let me go, and I didn’t want to offend, so I was about to dance again, but Lida rescued me and took me away. It was the custom to give a gift of money to the bride and groom, and we were delighted to do the same.

People smile and greet you warmly on the street. I was poking around the vernacular houses, curious about an occupied interior and the man of the house introduced his family and invited me for coffee. The mayor stopped to say hello,and chatted. A bucolic scene is displayed as you drive in the countryside. A man knee-deep in the receding tide casting his net, a young boy tethering his goat, the farmer in the field, the basket weaver at her craft, a family group laden with produce in baskets on their backs, leading their carabao to their destination, a 103 year old man weaving a fish net, children playing in the school yard, a man taking down coconuts, undulating pastures, cows and carabaos on hills and ridges grazing, surf breaking on the shore, or exploding against volcanic cliffs, a calm blue lagoon, bright orange pandanus fruit, azure sky, warm sun, gentle breeze, dollars in your pocket. Is this paradise?

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