Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Of Ink, Long friendships, and a Tribe on the Mountains



I'm back home from one insanely shiny adventure, in which I really had no plan--just had my bag (which took a good 15-20 minutes to rush pack), a friend who was up for anything, and my camera. It was an incredible journey.

I sent Jiggy a text on Tuesday night, and by Thursday evening we were aboard a really sketchy bus (the 12 hour trip was complete with old curtains and a resident cockroach) headed for the North.

We visited the butbut tribe of Buscalan, Kalinga, known mainly for the last generation of traditionally tattooed women. The last tattoo artist, 92-year old Fang-od, still lives there. The village is remote--from where the bus dropped us off, it was a two hour jeepney ride, and then about an hour and a half's uphill trek.